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cassie-u · 11 months
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“The world is a beautiful place, isn't it?” the villain grinned in mischief. Their gun pointed directly at the henchman’s skull, beaming while trying to soothe the quivering person in their grasp. Patterns of asterism and constellations sparkled with the moon, endlessly filling the hollowed sky with its light. “Isn’t this such a great night to decorate it with a person’s blood?” 
The villain leaned on the henchman’s shoulder, ticking the back of their neck with their breath. Their gun digging deeper into their skull as they observe every miniscule of fear in their ex-henchman’s eyes. “Do you think so?” “I-”
Bang! The body tumbled to the ground with a loud thud as the crimson blood drips down the now-dead henchman’s skull. The pool of blood mixed into the murky floor of the abandoned building; the silence of the night was louder than the gunshot. They beckoned to the henchman, tossing the black marked gloves on the lifeless body, then smirked. 
“Send a word to the hero that I got them a small gift for their little betrayal.”
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cassie-u · 11 months
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“Get away!” The villain shifted to its original form, their twelve tails whisking left and right and stiffened whenever the hero takes a step closer. They climbed up the three and licked their soft black fur adorned with a white spot like the midnight glittered with stars. Scratching the back of their pointed dark ears, but they stood guarded if ever the hero jumps up and tries to eat them. They hate dogs, they’re their number one predators and, upon generations of fear and defeat; the villain inherited the fear of their canines. “Ah, aren’t you one of those infamous Nogitsunes?” the hero stared at the villain up the tree. Their exposed tail showing their amusement as it swayed left and right. The motion conveyed a sense of playfulness that was reminiscent of a cat’s tail. They bared their teeth, sneering when the villain quivered and stepped back behind the tree, protecting them within the hero’s reach.  
“I won’t hurt you, villain,” the hero said. “So go down there, so I can feast on you intimately, okay?”
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cassie-u · 11 months
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Love was something he never expected to be real in the word he was born to. A life with nothing but coldness and heat, suffering through layers of tremendous challenges of such an unfair life. Isn’t life supposed to be so wonderful? Oh, so delightful of sweetness with a hint of bitterness, yet why can’t he taste that exquisite taste the people deem as palatable? All he could remember throughout his life is the murk and grim scent of the mud; its acrid, rancid, and earthy taste. A taste far away from those delights — Ah, rather than calling it far away, it is more proper for it to be otherworldly. Until he met him. The hero of his life, the one who gave him the taste of the tangy, clean, and delicate delicacies of life he never knew existed. It was alluring, irresistible, and magnificent that he didn’t want to let go. Even thinking of letting it go is like a caustic food forced down into his throat after resisting for so long. He wants this to be forever, ever, and until he takes his last breath in this land filled with mortality. Once again, he wished upon the god and believed in the warmness of light again. But isn’t the ‘oh-so mighty’ fate the destroyer of all the existence of dreams and wonders that once danced in the shimmering eyes of children? To wish is to get, but to wish is not to get. His hero, light, and hope stopped dancing, glimmering, and living. Dreams always come to an end.
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cassie-u · 11 months
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“Oh no! Hero, are you hurt?” the villain yells after blasting an energy blaster at the hero. The hero winces in pain and clutches their side, which is severely burnt from the attack. They tried to carry themselves back up, glaring at the insane villain who is trying to solve a Rubik's Cube, when they didn’t respond. 
The villain — after some time — steps forward and places a palm beside their ears, like they're trying to listen. “I can't seem to hear you! Do you think you could speak louder?”
“Fuck you,” the hero responds through their gritted teeth, wiping the blood from the edge of their lips. Upon hearing this, the villain laughed as if it was the most hilarious joke of the year. If the villain was a host for the yearly rewards, the most comedic award would go to the hero, to no avail. “Your mother will be extremely disappointed if she heard that, but I'm sure it must've been painful…”
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cassie-u · 11 months
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“For an angel, aren’t you going to ‌hell, a lot?” the villain asked, his pristine and well-groomed white wings in contrast to the murk and withered place of the abyss. His gaze followed the hero’s movements, crossing his arms in amusement when the hero threw a stone in the pits of eternal damnation; the place where the damned souls reside. The hero’s halo flickered dangerously, his messy wings fluttering behind despite the heat of this world. “Aren’t you the one who brought me here?” he said, trying to hide his fury, yet the stone betrayed him as it cracked due to his powers. “I know,” the villain sneered. “But you like it.”
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cassie-u · 11 months
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“This person looks a lot like me,” the villain said, analyzing every feature of the unconscious person before them.
“Maybe because it is you,” the hero paused. “But not a ghost.”
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cassie-u · 1 year
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“A cat?” the hero stared at the black feline's golden irises, eye-to-eye, with the two of them competitively not blinking — and not moving — as if Medusa popped out of nowhere and turned them into a stone, then disappeared. The hero stood in a walking position, while the cat was prepared to run any second if one of them moved an inch. Every sixty seconds, a minute passes with them still frozen, with their eyes close to bleeding with tears. “Catie?” the hero broke the silence and in the cue, the cat ran faster than its ancestors that the cheetah would cry in misery. Its collar blinked in red, automatically resetting the data inside the hidden file storage, tucked neatly behind its soft black fur.
But the hero, who is faster than a cheetah, caught the feline with a mischievous grin playing on their lips. They removed the collar and with a click of a button, the collar returned to green with a robotic voice saying, 'I've succeeded, Master!'. A deep laughter tickled their throat, a hand hiding that devious grin, but their eyes fail in hiding that wrinkle in the bottom of their eyes. “Still stalking this lonely hero of yours, villain?” they crooned as their alluring face continues to be recorded by the hidden camera at a perfect angle. “You're a horrible stalker without your henchman. Even using such a crude trick like sending your precious cat to me, hm?” They locked their gaze on the camera for a moment, before whispering such words that'll force the villain out of their precious cave filled with sacred haven. (Certainly not hero's pictures) “I'll be keeping your cat as a pet for now,” they smirked, their eyes gradually sparkling more in amusement as they continuously thought of the scenes or adorable facial expressions the villain would make if they were here. “Unless you'll come here and live with me, so we can take care of this baby together.”
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cassie-u · 1 year
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“You look exactly like them,” the villain muttered, anxious. Their hand faintly trembled with their gaze, sparkling with longing and fear. Fear that these are all merely just an illusion from their deepest desires, gravely buried with abhor at themselves, and forgotten memories. They stared at the person in front of them, failing to breathe—as if this fantasy-like dream would end if they did such an act. The villain finally stroked the hero's stained red cheeks, still warm, like a breath of fresh air. They're still alive. Eyes wide open, full of wonder, with a glint of confusion swimming in those blue river-like pupils. The hero crooked their head, unassumingly pushing away from the villain's grasps. They looked down, their tucked blonde hair slipping down to cover their nervous face. “I am sorry, but who are you?”
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