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Started March 31, 2019 by @Starfast group

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“Bring his stuff upstairs to the spare bedroom, then you can be in charge of showing him around the village.”
Dorian frowned. “The spare bedroom?” He repeated, “You mean the one where–”
“We only have one spare bedroom!” Victor snapped, “Bring his stuff there. Then show him around. Is that clear?”

Sorry this is long. I haven't been writing in forever and I feel like bragging.

“The demon realm is a very… chaotic place.” Silas explained, “All sorts of things come out of there, which means we get the occasional…” He looked at the demon, “this.”
The pig looked at Daniella with its oddly human eyes, blinking its long lashes in a manner that would almost be considered cute if it wasn’t coming from a resident of the underworld. It shuffled around the ground, scraping up the grass with its weird, almost handlike hooves. They all watched as it grunted happily and stuck its blue snout into the soil, slurping down something; possibly an earthworm.
Josiah broke the silence. “We should call him Truffles.”

I WANT A TRUFFLES
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER READ
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

(Lol sorry of the length, I wanted to share the whole bit)

"From then on, it’s a blur of slashes and stabs, of bullets and blood. Nothing is real but him and his weapons. He’s one with the violence- one with the animal within.

And just like that, it's over. He stands bloodied above the ruined bodies of the soldiers. And what does he do?

He laughs.

He’s not entirely sure what's so funny- maybe it’s that he’s using Marcus’s teachings against him. Maybe its because he really enjoyed the violence that much. But maybe- just maybe- its that last corrupt trace Marcus, the last bit of Theta finally shattering into infinitesimal pieces.

Judging by Jayden’s look of horror, Zenith’s gonna guess he’s thinking of the second one."

Sorry this is long. I haven't been writing in forever and I feel like bragging.

“The demon realm is a very… chaotic place.” Silas explained, “All sorts of things come out of there, which means we get the occasional…” He looked at the demon, “this.”
The pig looked at Daniella with its oddly human eyes, blinking its long lashes in a manner that would almost be considered cute if it wasn’t coming from a resident of the underworld. It shuffled around the ground, scraping up the grass with its weird, almost handlike hooves. They all watched as it grunted happily and stuck its blue snout into the soil, slurping down something; possibly an earthworm.
Josiah broke the silence. “We should call him Truffles.”

I WANT A TRUFFLES
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER READ
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

It makes me happy that you are happy. Truffles is a good demon boi.

"My own sister, and it was all my fault. And I know it was two years ago, but I can't…I still…" Victor trailed off, closing his eyes tightly.
"Why don't you talk to her?" Henry asked.
"Because she's better off without me in her life. I ruined her, Henry, because I wasn't paying attention. I was arrogant, I was selfish, I was-"
"You didn't try to hurt her, Vic. Claire knows that everything that happened was an accident."
"Accident or not, I could've prevented it. I could've protected her. I could have done better," Victor continued, "If I'd just been focused on Claire and not showing off to the judges, nothing would've happened. She would have been okay."

Dang.

She looked over the edge of the building to the street below, noticing how quiet and peaceful and lonely it looked. It would only take one step and she could be free of herself. But something stopped her, for a moment fear took hold and she shrank away. A single tear slid down her cheek as she thought about her friend.

Also I'ma drop a few lines.

And yet he was chained, and his disciples could not be deserted. For them the war must be stopped. And all other children of men still loyal to Theus.

“You need not fear me,” he said.

He held back from pointing out that the seven stringed kitharn the man held was of Menna craftsmanship.

"Raze, you damned fool- you've killed us all!"

Victor lifted up the photo and blanched. It was the one he hated most, the one taken right after the accident. His lab coat was singed, his glasses broken and dangling from his face, his eyes panicked and wide in that deer-in-the-headlights way. Raised hands, blood still gushing from one and spilling onto his formerly white coat. His mouth was slightly open, as if he was about to protest the photo being taken. He put the photo down.
But even as he dropped the photo in the trash he felt a sense of dread fill him as the scattered memories of what happened next crept into his mind. Stumbling as he tried to get to Claire, crumpled on the ground. Glass biting into his knees as he fell. Hitting his head on the concrete floor and waking up with no one but an EMT and a cop. And worst of all, the look on his father's face when he finally arrived, the way his father's class ring caught and threw the light.
As soon as the police left, Victor had found out just how badly that ring could hurt.

"Oh gooooooooood, I love having people come to me telling me that the world is in imminent danger, and that need to help save it. Again."

"Can you keep it doooown? Sssome of us are t-tryingggg to have a good night-t." Helena frown fiercely at me as I stepped through my front door. God, I wasn't to have any peace anymore, was I? Those two she-demons were making themselves at home on my couch.

Tasha's insufferable smile was certainly hard to resist, but resist it I did as I dropped my bags and hung up my coat. In doing so I noticed the amount of empty clear and brown bottles scattered around the room. It looked like a frat had rolled through and thoroughly enjoyed themselves.

I turned my gaze back to the drunken pair of women on my couch. Helena was reaching for the half empty bottle resting between them, but Tasha was gazing back at me, something seductively dangerous echoing in her eyes. I sighed, running a hand over my face. "Are you drunk? I thought you couldn't since–well you know–you're dead."

Helena gasped loudly, her hand coming up to cover her heart with a smack that made both Tasha and I jump. "I f-forgot you were deeeeeeeead!" She said, lip trembling. I couldn't tell if she was about to start laughing or crying.

Tasha shrugged, tipping the bottle of vodka towards her lips once more. "That makes two of us."

Eris I just need you to know that I love your writing

Sorry this is long. I haven't been writing in forever and I feel like bragging.

“The demon realm is a very… chaotic place.” Silas explained, “All sorts of things come out of there, which means we get the occasional…” He looked at the demon, “this.”
The pig looked at Daniella with its oddly human eyes, blinking its long lashes in a manner that would almost be considered cute if it wasn’t coming from a resident of the underworld. It shuffled around the ground, scraping up the grass with its weird, almost handlike hooves. They all watched as it grunted happily and stuck its blue snout into the soil, slurping down something; possibly an earthworm.
Josiah broke the silence. “We should call him Truffles.”

I WANT A TRUFFLES
THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER READ
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY

It makes me happy that you are happy. Truffles is a good demon boi.

:DDDD

And worst of all, the look on his father's face when he finally arrived, the way his father's class ring caught and threw the light.
As soon as the police left, Victor had found out just how badly that ring could hurt.

woah.

Indeed.

“Well where I’m from, we don’t really smack people over the head. But here.. you guys do it? Is it normal? Is it a currency??”
Yuki took the upside of his hand and thoroughly whacked him with it. “Yes, yes, and absolutely.”

Eris I just need you to know that I love your writing

Thank you, thank you. XD I'm enjoying writing this particular one for sure.

Right, now he just had to find her and make sure-

And worst of all, the look on his father's face when he finally arrived, the way his father's class ring caught and threw the light.
As soon as the police left, Victor had found out just how badly that ring could hurt.

woah.

woah indeed

Eris I just need you to know that I love your writing

Thank you, thank you. XD I'm enjoying writing this particular one for sure.

I would die for Tasha

I'm a ho for a good wham line

His hand was bleeding, and his head hurt, and he didn't care.

Um… pardon, but is that an ogre?
Yeah.
Is that ogre really angry?
Yeah.
Is that ogre coming this way?
Yeah.
Then why are we standing here?
Why not?

Eris I just need you to know that I love your writing

Thank you, thank you. XD I'm enjoying writing this particular one for sure.

I would die for Tasha

She would attempt to die for you, but ultimately fail–but it's the thought that counts.