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Vins first hell meeting-

Seda and Vin step into the portal opened for them and walk through lucifer mansion and make it to the meeting room, where at the end of a table sits lucifer and to his left, a pale black haired girl.

Lucifer stands up and walks over to Seda giving her as a greeting hug. “Nasir! my dear has it been too long?” he let go of the hug and turned to a confused Vin. “and who’s this little fellow?”

Vin stuck out his hand before lucifer slapped it away and hugged him as well. “Nasir it’s been so long since you have taken anyone with you!” Seda laughed and covered their mouth to muffle the laughter. “That is Vincent, my apprentice.”

Lucifer let go of Vin before brushing himself of to properly Introduce himself. “I’m lucifer and that’s-.” he went to point at the left side of the table but the pale girl was already gone.

Lucifer looked over to Seda to see them hugging and kissing already. “Awe seems like the soulless two have missed each other.” Lucifer grabbed Vin by the shoulder and made him look at the two, despite Vins disgusted face.

“Look at how cute those two are!”. Seda and the girl put away from each other. Seda clears her throat before speaking and grabbing The girls hand.

“Vin, this is Prva P.H.” Prva waves at Vin and comes up to him, not really knowing how to greet him. “Uhm- hello.”. Vin immediately noticed something off about her, aside from the Russian accent and appearance, she didn’t feel human. her eyes were almost, robotic and it scared the hell out of Vin.

“if it’s not too rude, why is your name ‘prva P.H.’?”

Vin asked, raising his brow. “well you know of the physic humans correct?” Prva said, barely understandable to Vin with the accent. “yes i do, i’m one of them.” Prva looked over at Seda with a little bit of gleam in her eyes. “i’m the original physic human! that means your one of my des- des..” Prva struggles one the word, trying to think of what she’s trying to say.

“Descendants, love, do you mean descendants?” Seda helped. “Yes! your one of my Descendants Vincent! your name is too long.. do you happen to have a nickname that i may call you?”. Vin Laughs a little at how intense Prva’s interest in him is. “most people call me Vin, ma’am.”. Prva repeats the nickname to herself for a moment before throwing her hands up and clapping. “Nope! i don’t like that nickname, how about uh- i got nothing.”

Lucifer grabbed the three of them and drug them over to the table, putting Seda and Vin on the right. “okay Nasir-“. Vin interrupted Lucifer by raising his hand, lucifer turned to face him, prompting Vin to ask. “Why do you call Seda ‘Nasir’?” Vin asked. Lucifer turned to Seda and then back at Vin. “Did they never tell you?”.Vin shook his head and looked over at Seda for an answer. “My birthname is Nasir.”. Vin stared at Seda with his jaw on the floor. “Then why does everyone call you Seda?”. Lucifier, Prva, and Seda all burst out laughing and lucifer hits his hand on the table. “Nasir, is he stupid?” Prva says in between laughes. Vin stares at the Three of them laughing before he wrongly relized something. “You transgender?!”. This just made the three of them laugh harder before Seda calmed down to try and explain. “Im immortal, wont it be werid if there was a Nasir who has been alive for hundreds of years and has lived in muliple countries?”. Vin finally got it before he laughed along with the others as the meeting countied.

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12AM GMT ‘The history of us.” Chapter 1

Snippet

“General Cloveka!”

The general runs towards the opposite side of the battle grounds and raises their gun pointing it at the people on the side, they fire 5 shots at 5 soldiers killing them all flawlessly before dropping their gun to the ground, a billet landed in their causing them to fall

A couple soldiers rush to the Generals side

“Go..” the General barely muttered out “i’ll be fine..win the battle for me.”

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“A moth to a Flame” Chapter 1 Snippet

(Full on A03. User- TheDeadBoy)

vincent stands on a rooftop over looking keoki trying to finish the mission, she takes everyone down and he comes down to say hello i guess

Vincent- “Keoki! how lovely to see you after all these years! “ he tries to hug her

Keoki- steps a couple feet back “who the hell are you and how do you know my name?”

Vincent- a little shocked but dramaticized “my own sister doesn't recognize me? What a shame.”

Keoki- She Stares at him with a shocked expression “Vin!?!”

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Part of a new project i’m working on-

“I see you as a parent Seda!”

“Well don’t! I am not a good example for you!”

“Yes you are! you taught me more than mine ever did!”

“I am not! You don’t know me Vin.”

“what do you mean i don’t know you?”

Silence

“what do you mean i don’t know you.”

“Vin. I am not the person you think i am.”

“then who are you.”

Lets rewind to the beginning of this, and for who Seda is. or whom they have be.

First Chapater release date- 03/24/24 12AM GMT - On A03-

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she would scrub and scratch herself trying to make the feeling of him go away and the touch or his hand on her and the feeling on him in her just trying hopelessly to make it go away. but it never does. the feeling of him hurting her and touching her and squeezing her would never go away no matter how much she tried. and she has tried. she has tried and she has tried and she has failed. ever. fucking. time. she screams with pain and stares at her hands knowing she has done this to herself, knowing that she has caused more pain at her own bloody hands then he ever did. but yet, he was the one who made her do this. he made her hands bloody. he made her scrub and scratch and scream from the pain at her hands and his hands are not bloody themselves, they are covered with liquid gold bd will never of the tears and blood and shame that cover her hands and her body from head to toe. he will only ever have liquid gold and never blood. blood that he had caused her to have on her. tears that he caused. screams that he caused. he will never know of the pain or consequences that she has. she will make him have his own blood and shame on his hands. she will make his hands bloody from his own blood. i will make sure of it. if i will hold this promise true to her and my heart, that cannot possibly ever be fulfilled by the promise alone. she says that if this man doesn't feel 10 fold of what he has caused her at her owns hand then she vows that when that scum and waste of a perfect man enters the rings of hell that she will cause him eternal shame and pain and blood and suffering because of what he has done. until then. we must make how we are going to get him there. make his perfect way to get him to the depths of hell as painfully as possible. her and i will make his life a paltry and fractioned to what could be the life of a bed bug. she will take him to the lake, on a boat and see to it that he is as broken as she is. i will make him drink his tears from his eyes of despair with the gloom of lust and pure rage. she will let his anger filled hands fade away in the pit of dirt and dust we have made for him. i will make a pit as deep as the trenches of marina and as dark as the heart of shylock. almost as dark as his heart and thoughts of when he sees she. she cannot let the people of the borough see her stealing his dead-like body from his cot. i will pick the door of his beer filled torture house letting way for she to enter. when the time comes after the pain and suffering we will give to him ends then he will enter the inferno rings filled with the other malevolent men of the night, he will not befriend them. they will be enterally dammed and killed over and over and over again together for their lives of disgrace against she. His blood will be out on display for the world to see, showing as a sight of the horrors that go on it the homes of 'perfect men'. Showing that women are not meant to be touched to be understood, they are not for your own benefits. The river of blood that will flow from his hell born eyes will show the people of this plain and simple world what will happen. She will show the world the horrors of man and that we shall do away with them. But then. even after the mountain waterfall of blood from the hands of man, there will still be our she. still struggling and screaming for her pain and blood to end. searching for her innocence to come back to her so that she will be free form the binding of her scratches and blood. the blood chain around her legs never fails to drain all the hope from her eyes of pure diamond and life. they have turned her eyes into Raven and black charcoal, her legs have turned from pure glittering black ink to a red blood stained burned paper never meant to be shown in a dance room ever again.

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