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”Sure.”

Turning her attention towards the sniveling man across the room, she looked at him with violet eyes. Turning them red for a fleeting moment, she induced a strong vampiric compulsion in him to crawl over to her.

”Come here, pet,” she commanded, and watched him oblige her request like an obedient puppy. When the man got close enough to her, she formed a lasso of light that wrapped around his neck. She seemed to stylize it in the form of a leash while she looked down at him with frigid eyes. Almost expressionless aside from her naked disgust, she ushered her next order.

”Lick my boots, pig. I want you to make them shine.”

Raising her foot, she watched as the man did just that. Gluing his tongue to her boot, he began to frantically lick it. Seeking every nook and cranny, he resolved to remove every blemish of dirt clinging to both soles and the top of them. When he was almost done, her eyes narrowed. A quick kick to his jaw later and he was laid out on his back, panting for more for she had changed his sense of pain into pleasure.

”Disgusting. Why do pieces of shit like you exist? Your mother should have shoved a coat hanger up herself before it was too late,” Justice declared, pushing herself up from the couch and hauling him back over to the chair. Sitting him into the seat, she kindled an orb of light in her palm. Firing it into his chest, she began to fill him with Pleasure. Not potent enough to kill, but enough to result in torture. Never being let down, but never being allowed to achieve the conclusive cloud nine.

”We want to know everything. Why you founded this place, why you spread lies about our guild, and why you tried to kill us. Go on, we’re all ears.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 17

Kasumi’s words were met with a nod. As was normal with the Godfather, another switch in disposition occurred. Back and forth, she switched between Anniken and Justice. The latter took reigns at this point.

”Right. We can have eyes and ears out looking for him while we check out the location. Ultimately, he needed to be there at some point. Good. We can use that, even if it’s just a small speck of evidence,” Justice replied, reaching under one of her sidelocks and flipping it with her hand.

”I want you to get used to calling more shots. Radio our men, tell them to be on the lookout and give them a description. We need any leads we can get or it’s a dead end. You’re doing well,” she paused for a moment, and then decided to make a drastic change.

”By the way, I want you to stop calling me ma’am. Call me Justice, and call her Anniken. Even use nicknames if you want, don’t care.”

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Kasumi Ito | Post 13

Justice ended up in a similar predicament to Ivory when taken into false hospitality. It disgusted her to no end—being pinned against a bed after the shift in atmosphere. Failing to feign fear and her expression lighting up with malice, it did not discourage the younger man from putting his hands on her. She humoured them for a moment, writhing under their weight as though their “superior strength” prevented her from acting.

Gaze gravitating towards Ivory, she detested the state she saw her in. Though faux, the notion served as the fuel for the flames of wrath kindled within her core. When she noticed her beloved smile, heard the agonized screams of the man on fire and the smell of his charred flesh, her lips curled into a brief smirk.

Capitalizing on the confusion of the one on top of her, she slammed her knee between his legs. Reinforcing the strike with a familiar magic, the force behind the blow caused the unfortunate organ betwixt his legs to explode. Shoving him off her, she shoved her fingers into his mouth, and tore his jaw off his head.

An avalanche of blood and gore poured onto the bed, leaving his tongue to dangle out of what remained of his throat. Grabbing it, she ripped it out and crushed it between her fingers until the muscle-organ hybrid resembled pulp in her tight grasp.

Palming his cranium with her hand, she ripped his head off his body. His spine exposed, she grabbed hold of it and allowed spinal fluid and blood to paint her hands and arms. Swinging for the fences as though wielding a bat, she smashed his head into the skull of a frantic man who just entered, causing it to burst into a splatter of red as though it had the consistency of a water balloon.

Running her tongue along her hands to savour the blood, she blurred towards the next occupant she saw—be it outside or inside of the building—she grabbed his face and ripped it off. The upper dermis proved its elasticity when threads of flesh and muscle snapped off. She did it again, ripping off the lower layer of his face to expose his brain. Conjuring a blood spike from her upper wrist, she drove it into his brain, pulled it close to her face before chomping down and taking a bite that spilled rivers of blood down the length of her chin.

At least the flies tasted good.

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Ivory Volkov | Post 8

In a way, it mirrored flicking on a light. Faster than the eye could both blink and process the movement, the Godfather appeared adjacent to Kasumi. For the time being, Justice did nothing. The only thing that passed was a simple articulation. In Kasumi’s fleeting moments of consciousness, she wove her words out of venomous ice.

”See you next round, Kasumi.”

Without looking in her direction, the woman—who maintained a form reminiscent of herself than her twin—walked in the direction of her bestial lover. Expression twisting into anguish, not enjoying the sight of her in such a state, she hurried her pacing by appearing before her in another unseen blur.

Lowering her gaze to the ground for a moment, she cast her gaze towards the ceiling.

”My Ivy…”

Eccentric for a vampire, light began to overtake the building with herself as the origin. Veins engorged with the blood of the supreme God, she tapped into as much power as possible. An ability called Apotheosis served one purpose; to channel her power in such extravagance that it elevated her to the status of a Goddess.

Her hair turned alabaster white, while both eyes assumed the familiar glow with dark accents. Four wings comprised of divine energy manifested behind her back, their appearance angelic. A waterfall of light wreathed her form as her extended aura washed over the whole of Shale Town. Wind coasted around her from the sheer might she summoned, causing her then snowy locks of hair to billow in their embrace.

”I love you.”

After her soft words, she knelt next to her and placed a hand on her shoulder. Whatever she pilfered from another wizard seemed to be anti-magical in nature, and brought Ivory back to her original form. Scooping her into her arms, she flickered in another burst of speed to the roof of the warehouse.

”I never knew how I should repay you for your loyalty, your kind soul, and even your love,” Justice started, even her own skin being bleached white from her colossal infusion of godly power. It made the subtle fall of her tears difficult to discern.

”You’re such a loveable goofball, an unparalled warrior, and a saviour of this blighted world. You’re the type of person who, whenever you go anywhere, you resolve to always leave it better than it was before. And you’ve succeeded. Now, I will evoke the power of my blood to do as the Gods of yore have done before me. I will place you into the sky with all the other heroes. No more hunger, no consequence of death, you will always be a saviour and protector of our world until the end of time. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Runic markings, whiter than the bluish white her body became, wrapped around Justice’s body akin to tattoos. Channeling every drop of power she could muster for her next action, she began to focus it into Ivory’s body. Through her holy Magic, she elevated her vibration to a higher realm. The light shone through Shale Town with enough intensity to sear the eyes of those who stared at it too long—for though she caused no damage, her light challenged the intensity of the sun itself.

”…See you in three days, Ivy. Rise and be reborn as the Phoenix, the legend whose flames symbolize the life you have loved and protected for all your years.”

Leaning in, she pressed her lips against the other woman’s—and changed her form into light. It ascended into the sky faster than the eye could see, and for a fleeting moment, the stars comprising the constellation Phoenix were tethered and emphasized by a white line. Her ascension into a Celestial Spirit was a success.

The Godfather disappeared as well—to the preparation room where she intended to ready herself for the next bout.

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Kasumi Ito Ivory Volkov | Post 1

After Cheshire finished speaking, a certain blonde came crashing through the adjacent wall. Going through feet first, she landed with the dexterity of a trained athlete in front of the feline. Stiffer mannerisms and a scowl on her face, Justice made her identity clear. After wandering through the network of halls, she managed to find the location necessary through her divination. Additionally, she scanned a few victims for their memories of Ivan’s placement.

”Fuck you and your arrangement. I never wanted anything to do with you or the rest of the sluts in this place. Keep your crabs to the rest of your weakling, parasitic kind, shitstain, you stand before a God.”

To make her point, unseen holy energy wafted through the room. It spared Cheshire, but anyone else felt an immense pressure as though piling a mound of cinderblocks onto their back. As if gravity increased, her presence made it difficult to stand. A smirk crept along her lips. Holding out her arms to her sides, the Godfather invited the adversaries to take their shot at her.

At the same time, she used her divine Magic to purge whatever charm burdened Cheshire from her mind. Of course, she kept her Pleasure power in place to continue bolstering her.

”Well? What’ll it be? Ugly, low-ranking demon slug. How does it feel to be the bottom rung of a species of dirt and shit?”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 15

The Godfather’s perpetual smile rested on her lips as she listened to Cheshire speak. She wanted trust, and she understood the notion. On the other hand, Anniken wanted her safe. With her Magic hitting a ceiling, she needed to fix it before she jumped into the fray with reckless abandon. However, she understood the need to bolster her confidence—and the need for trust should the duo want to understand one another on a transcendent level.

”Alright, tiger,” she answered through the mental link. Since the link existed, she assured herself that if anything went awry, she would be the first one to know. When Cheshire vanished from sight, the blonde turned her attention back to the garbage around her.

Dropping the invisibility she induced on herself, she stirred an episode of confusion in the grunts around her with her sudden appearance. It did not last long. Aiming their firearms at her, the roar of gunfire erupted throughout the room. The woman let it happen. Bullets tore through her body in every perceivable vital. Head, heart, lungs, stomach, throat, arms, legs, back, spine—not a single part was spared in the violent hail of lead. And then she fell onto the ground on her back.

When the group thought the deed was finished, laughter emanated from the figure on the ground in an expansive sea of blood. Rasp, subdued cackling that grew in volume. Looks of horror spread across their faces as she pushed herself up to her feet. Wounds sealing shut, it appeared that absolutely no damage had been done to her. Aside from her clothing, the group failed to harm the Godfather.

”This is it kiddos…”

Licking the blood from her lips, Anniken released a surge of compulsion combined with Pleasure. Giving them the command to eat themselves, she confused their sense of pleasure with their sense of pain. It became one in the same. The men began to gnaw and rip out their own flesh with their teeth in delirium, eating and swallowing heaps of bloody skin, muscle fat and even bone. Some even started to eat one another, a cacophony of moans pouring throughout the room indistinguishable from the other occurrences unraveling in the inn.

However, that was the only thing the people watching through a camera would see. Using her control over reality once more, she removed her presence during those events and started down the hall outside. The spectators behind the camera only witnessed their own men feasting on themselves and another in the most libidinous manner possible—and that’s it.

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 14

”Yeah. You’re right. Better to be thorough.”

Another clear shift in demeanour occurred after she communed her message back to Cheshire through telepathy. Not an unusual event, Justice seemed tired. In place of Anniken’s enthusiasm, she always exhibited an air that pointed to an intense disdain for effort. This was the factor that discouraged her from taking the Godfather role when she was younger. Now she felt it was more effort to decline.

Taking a seat on the floor, she watched the feline dive into the shadows. Keen eyes took note of the action, and she seemed to study her passage into the unknown. Justice took a greater interest in the means than the scenario, and she tapped into her powers to interpret it better. With the woman’s powers hitting a ceiling, Odin’s Eye allowed her to see how it worked, what the flaw was, and how she could fix it. She checked if her current methods guided her in the right direction.

Additionally, she took the time to interpret the eccentric bug wafting through the air. With her enhanced aptitude, she learned its mechanics and its weaknesses. The momentary detour helped the overall progress of the task. Enough time passed that Cheshire resurfaced, and she turned her attention towards the lone head surfacing from the floorboards.

”A’ight. I’ll give you a little bit of time before I go ahead and make’em all dead. Before that though, you sure you tellin’ me every single thing you witnessed, Chesh? Ain’t no room for mistakes.”

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Cheshire Copeland | Post 13