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sodaonskateboards · 1 year

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Stolen Kisses

A short, fluffy fic about blowing kisses to Denji. Gender neutral reader.

Leaving the Public Safety office, just before you reach the door, you stop and turn to your colleagues, Power and Denji. You say a quick goodbye to Power and she responds in some flamboyant and patronising way that is impossible to actually get mad at. Then you look at Denji, you two aren’t on the same squad but you have worked together in the office for a few months now, and you find yourself getting closer and closer to the boy. You find him endearing, with how calm and quiet he seems just for that image to come undone the moment he opens his mouth, saying something vulgar or lashing out at someone, usually Power or Aki. But he’s always sweet to you, though he is often crass, it adds to his charm, his unbridled thoughts are refreshing and make you laugh. Shortly after knowing him, you found out that he can easily be bribed into anything for two things, food and affection. Denji is just so cute and dear to you that you often give him both without prejudice to his behaviour, much to the annoyance of Aki who scolds you for spoiling him.

Denji stares at you, waiting patiently, expecting a new habit of yours. Every day when you leave, you blow a kiss to Denji. It wasn’t super intimate, you were across the room after all, but Denji treasures it all the same. How could he not? Even a make-believe kiss from a cutie like you is precious.

“Bye Denji, I’ll see you tomorrow!” with those words you kissed your hand and blew it towards Denji. Waiting a few seconds for the kiss to float towards him, he then eagerly catches it in his hand and holds it to his chest.

“See you later. Get home safe.” and you went out the door.

Power stares at Denji’s hand incredulously “Humans are so foolish! What’s the point of kissing the air and pretending you caught?”

“I did catch it.”

“Preposterous.”

“No, I did.”

“Mortals truly are senseless, if you caught it, why is there nothing in your hands?”

“The kiss is invisible but I can tell I caught it!”

“Invisible?” Power asked, genuinely curious. She hadn’t considered that it might be invisible, but it made sense. After all, what does a kiss look like? She’s only seen it when humans actually kissed each other, not when blown across the room.

“Yeah! I can tell because my hand feels different!” Denji argued back.

“Different?”

“Yep! It feels all tingly and warm and then when I press my hand against something after, that gets warm and my hand goes back to normal!”

“How curious,,,” Power trailed off, intrigued by the supposed effects of an unseeable kiss. Denji nodded, glad to have won an argument against Power and still riding the high from your kiss. The door opening grabs the fiends' attention, Aki had come in and told them that they had a new mission. The topic dropped and was almost forgotten by Denji, but Power had other plans.

The next day, as usual, you’re saying goodbye to the two. You kiss your hand and blow straight on the path to Denji. His hand is open and ready, but right before the kiss lands, a hand appears in front of his own and snatches it up. “What the hell?” Denji looks up and sees Power inspecting her closed first, her other hand relaxing on her hip. “Hey, it really does feel different!”

“That’s mine!” Power maybe be known to have sticky fingers, but he never expected this,,, this,,, this,,, betrayal. “Give it back!” he demands.

“No way! It does actually feel pleasant.” Denji shouts her name at her, showing his growing frustration in his angry tone. “I caught it, so it’s mine now! If you really wanted it, you should have caught it” “I was going to but you snuck up on me! Hand it over right now!”

“Indeed, I am very clever and stealthy. Now the kiss belongs to Power!”

“That’s not true! If you don’t give it to me, I’ll tell Aki!”

“Lies, topknot won’t care”

“Yeah, he will! And I’ll tell him about everything you’ve ever done! I’ve kept quiet about so much that you steal and bite and eat!” Power began to look a little anxious. “Yeah, and I’ll tell him about the nice knives you broke and that you ate the newspaper today and that’s why he couldn’t read it this morning!” Denji approaches Power, closing in on her till he’s right in front of her.

“Fine then mortal, we shall wrestle to decide who the kiss belongs to! Prepare yourself human, you are about to become my prey!”

“Works for me.” Denji accepts without a second thought and the two began to wrestle, hands on the other’s shoulders pushing them back. The two are so absorbed in their dispute, neither noticed your quiet laugh at their antics. You calmly stroll towards Denji and call his attention. He looks at you, somehow surprised that you’re there, and they stop shoving each other, but neither gives up their hold. “Let it go Denji, it doesn’t matter.” you comfort the upset man. Power cackles in the back.

“What? No way. It’s too precious to just give up!”

“Precious you say? I’m flattered”

Denji nods, “It’s the most important thing in the world!”

“You’re so sweet Denji. I should give you something for your effort. Something better.”

Denji is confused, “What could be better than your kisses?” In his daze, you made your move, leaning into him and kissing his cheek. He shoots up and lets go of Power, his mind racing to understand what you did. He’s still for a few more moments before he melts and makes a little sound of joy “Heh”. Smiling he tells Power she can keep the kiss, who gloats about her victorious match. His attention turns fully to you now. “Can I have another? I didn’t get the first kiss so I should get two to make up for it!” he pleads. You oblige him as you always do and just like that, you and Denji have a new routine.

#denji x reader #csm denji #csm x reader #chainsaw man x reader #chainsaw man #csm #denji #fluff

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lesserafimnet · 1 year

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yunjin vlog #3

(on raise y_our glass, songwriting, identity, dreams):

i'm still not sure how to express all my feelings, but i feel like i'm most honest when i talk through music. that’s why... i have so many thoughts, and when i'm relieving that stress, there’s nothing better than music - because if i talk too much about my struggles to others, they might struggle as well. so i tried to express it through music and it just all naturally flowed out. it’s such a relief…

i’ve actually never finished a song. i always stopped at one verse, or somewhere in the middle, that’s usually what i do - that’s how much more meaningful the song is. it felt like i took my first steps, so in the future i can do better. (yes, i need to do better).

unlike how i may seem... i'm in a world of my own. something inside me, there’s like another world. i have that inside of me so it’s very… i'm super bright and bubbly on the outside, but i get influenced by things that are unseeable. they give me strength, to find who i am.

my next dream is… mm… this time - this song was released kinda like a mixtape. next time, i want my song to be on an album.

(you’re supposed to dream big).

#yunjin #e: fearless #huh yunjin #le sserafim #femaleidolsedit #femaleidol #femadolsedit #femaleidolsource #usersahyoz #isaishi #dazzlingidolsedit #userzaynab #ggnet #kgoddesses #usercchuu #userdoyeons #ours #by ali

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marabarl-and-marlbara · 7 months

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why is it that left-handed people should not listen to music. My best friend was left-handed, he's no longer in my life. When you speak of them [left-handed people] I am reminded of him, he introduced me to lots of wonderful sounds.

left-handedness and right-handedness are different 'makes' of person that goes deeper than blood or biology; handedness (in the observable material-basic illusory world: in this place) is an expression of the material that a person is made out of; the right-handed are made of sefirotic clays, and the left-handed are created from the remains of a refused pile of sefirotic clay (that were used to create vessels of soul, that splintered under the pressure of soul, and could not bear soul); the soul is abstractive and comes from a heavenly blood, and has a kinship with similarly abstractive forms (the unseeables: concept and sound); the body is representative and comes from an earthy blood, and has kinship with those representative forms (the seeables: material and physical);

in the development of the illusion, and the server above where the information is received from (to create the illusion), there:s a great bias towards the right-handed abstractive form (because ultimately the server itself is of-heaven, and the material is a loved waste product) that has caused a 'confusion' of identity and soul, to the detriment of the left-hand of the lord, causing the body itself to confuse right-handed function onto the left-hand; the word of the right is coded into language and society and culture and the nerves of every-thing: and improperly coerces the left to map on-to it as well; removal of confusion is to adhere to a clear communication of the body, affording each hand (and the children of each hand) their own identity and prescriptions within server; clearing communication (hopefully) will fix the bias of the server and lead to the hidden word of the left-hand to be hearable (in material communication), and mend the material-basic world (not save it, but balance the body itself);

some of the prescriptions to develop a culture is to limit/eliminate abstract observance to left-handed children: no music, prayer is always quiet, no singing; likewise, right-handed would be barred from creating (or observing) art outside of calligraphy. then more simple stuff, like left-handed people writing and reading right->left; baptisms done with clean sands;

regarding the afterlife, and the nature of soul, and handedness: the mistake of the right-hand was to be wedded to earth, and when resurrected will see that mistake removed and the spirit subsumed to the heavenly body immortal, back in-to pure-concept; the mistake of the left-hand was to be wedded to spirit, and when dead, will see that mistake annihilated and the remains be left as pure-material, sparred immortality or any-such sort.

take care, anonymous

#faith

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envyangelic · 4 months

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꩜˚₊‧⁺⋆♱⋆☠︎︎ CHANGES ☠︎︎⋆♱⋆⁺‧₊ ˚ ꩜

♱ JEFF THE KILLER X READER ♱

WARNING 18+ - THIS CONTENT CONTAINS DESCRIPTIVE GORE, MURDER, MENTIONS OF CANNIBALISM, MENTIONS OF SA, ATTEMPTED SA, USE/MENTIONS OF DRUGS/ALCOHOL, STALKING, SMUT, AND VULGARITIES. YOU’VE BEEN WARNED

Part i of the CHANGES series

“ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES” Three words preached to you since day one. Words that bounced on the walls covered in your drawings made by crayons when you were six. You were grounded and the hysterical tears melted your face.

Your mother kissed your tears away but for the next week you were grounded. Days went on maybe you learned your lesson of thinking before acting but there was all sorts of actions of things you didn’t think clearly of before doing.

You watched your brother get into all sorts of trouble and then same thing would happen to him;grounded grounded grounded.

And then your mom got cancer and couldn’t keep up with the healthcare bills, she slowly wilted away. Consequences.

Your entire life filled with different consequences. Different experiences and even more stuff happening to you. Then it happened. The beginning of your senior year, you were almost out of that god forsaken town. But that never really happened in the way you wanted it to. Something happened, you didn’t think before you acted.

The action? Indescribablely horrifying. The consequences? Losing everything.

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The morning outside your warm and cozy room is cold and breezy. Rain droplets stick the window and fallen leaves cascade the ground. A fog hangs over the small town in the mountains making anything too far unseeable.

A knock on the door awakes you from your slumber. You groan getting out the bed stretching your arms above your head. Your bare feet tap down the hallway. You let out a yawn as you peek through the door’s peephole and you’re met with the sight of one of your friends. His light brown face with a memorable eyebrow piercing faces the door annoyed and waiting.Unlocking and opening the door you get ready to scold him for waking you up so early.

You wipe your eyes of exhaustion “Elijah? It’s too early what do you want?” You sigh, Elijah rolls his eyes. “Someone’s grumpy, it’s not early at all you lazy ass it’s 11 am.” Your eyes widen in surprise.

“11am?!” You gasp, Elijah smugly smiles in response. “Who rocked your world last night?” He jokes leaning on the wooden banister of the porch. “Work did.”

You roll your eyes as you notice something different about him. His black curly hair is bleached to a blonde with only the black roots. “Woah, what did you do your hair? You look sick.” You laugh as his pushes his hair back making a fashionable face. “OH oh this new hair? Thank you, hold your applause.” He says with confidence.

“No I meant as it looks sick like I wanna puke.” You joke with him pretending to throw up. He shakes his head and you motion him to come inside. “Soo, you better have a good excuse to waking me up.” You turn around into the house walking into the kitchen starting up the coffee maker.

“I found this really cool place. And I know what you’re gonna say. No, that’s so stupid we’re gonna get caught and fined. But, it’s really far from the police station and we’d have plenty of time to run before the cops come.” He tries to explain himself as you look over to him with the most disagreeing eyes.

“I don’t feel like wasting gas, nor could I. I’m way too low on cash right now.” You tell him but he shakes his head “I already got us a ride, Pez.” You roll your eyes but smile at the nickname. Pez, the nickname Elijah and Mason call you. When you first met them you were surviving on sweet candy in your beater car running away from your home. It’s long ago now, maybe almost 3 years. You don’t like to track the time or remember the past.

The memories rush back anyways. You were reluctant to trust them, but then again you were stuck in the middle of no where, in a state you weren’t familiar with. Almost all your cash has run out and you didn’t have enough for gas to go further so you trusted them. Without any questions, they helped you get a new id with a fake name and started you working at a local bar.

“Did you really rope Mason into this?” Ypu ask as you pour a cup of coffee. Elijah starts to put some sugar in his. “Yep, only took a night and I promised I’d get him something.” Elijah winks and you scrunch your face up. “Really? Did not need to know that first part.” You groan and he takes a sip of coffee. “I’m gonna go get ready.”

You slip away from the kitchen into the bathroom. Freshening up your hair and putting on light makeup, you put your hair into his signature style before returning your room. You decide to pick out a warmer outfit. Your favorite pair of cozy pants and a fashionable yet warm top paired with a jacket that will definitely keep you toasty warm.

Sluggishly, you put on warm wool socks and converse. The only pair of shoes you could really afford that were durable. “I’m ready.” You tell Elijah as he finishes his coffee. “We’ll just walk to the cafe, Mason should be getting off his shift in 20 mintues and lucky us that’s how long it’ll take for us to get there.”

You quickly lock the door walking down from the steps as Elijah pulls out a cigarette and lights it. “Want one?” He offers but you decline “I quit months ago.” You respond. Elijah rolls his shoulders in a ‘you do you way’. He inhaled the tar smoke before breathing it out. Its smell entraps you into wanting one. You bite your lip pushing away the wanted feeling of no anxiety for a few split seconds. You decide to concrete on something different.

You tug your cold hands into a ball warming them up before burying them deep into the wool aligned pockets. Your eyes dart to the large forest on the side of the road. It keeps you interested and takes you away from the nicotine sparked thoughts as you look at the long trees and all the leaves that stem from the branches. Some water trails down from the trees plopping you on the head. Elijah finished his cig as he throws it on the ground crushing it with his heel.

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“We’re here.” We look both ways before speed walking over to the left side of the road and down the pavement leading to the towns “shopping area” if you could call it that. It was more of just bunch of small businesses littered around the roads. The town was small but still a lot of new faces would appear from time to time. Businesses would make their money off of people who stopped in the town. Your town is more like a resting stop, people come and go never staying. Expect for you, you want to stay here. You barely see cops only when they’re called. Most people keep to themselves not wanting to get caught up in other people’s business.

Your mind zones back in with the sound of wet gravel ruffling against the bottom of your shoes. You’re half way down the pavement as the cafes back door swings open revealing Mason in his light pink uniform. Mason’s dull stressed face lights up as he sees Elijah. Elijah spends no waiting as he hugs Mason and presses his lips against Mason’s pale white face. “You cheeky bastard! You really did rope him into this!” You laugh out as Elijah rolls his hopping into the front seat of Mason’s car.

Before Mason opens the door he looks over to me. “Just letting you know, I am NOT doing this by will.” He groans and opens the car door taking a seat. You join them too but sit in the back since Elijah chose the front. Mason turns the engine on and Elijah guides him on the road.

The roads twist and turn as you sit in the back trying to get comfortable on the soft leather car seats. Mason is more well off than Elijah and you. He’s studying at the pristine medical college in the nearby county a bit away from your town trying to finish his last few years. Elijah rolls the window down now lighting another cigarette. Masons white blonde hair blows in the wind as the cold nips your face turning it pink.

“Turn this way.” Elijah points to the right onto a dirt road. Mason pulls up through the rocky dirt path. You can’t see through the low hanging fog which makes you shiver. When doesn’t it rain here?

“You doing alright, Pez?” Mason asks in a worried voice. The car rumbles as it continues on the rocks. “I’m fine other than the fact that we’re strolling through a foggy fucking forest!” You groan out and Elijah laughs at your remark. “Why did I agree to this..” you mumble. “Because you miss having fun?” Elijah answers for you snickering.

“I told you, there’s no way the cops will see us… this time.” Elijah tries to explain himself but you shake your head looking out of the window through the endless forest. “And you don’t have to worry, you have me!” He says as he flashes a smile and Mason smiles at him.

“Besides, if anything happens Y/N we’ll protect you.” Mason says as he tries to calm your nerves. It works but as soon as the car stops your mind becomes foggy with worry. “It’s not about that, if we get caught we’ll probably be fined.” Elijah turns back with a grin “Then don’t get caught?”

The car stops in-front of a bunch of abandoned houses. A development of them, graffiti is sprayed across them. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t fascinated by them. Elijah goes to open the door but it’s locked by Mason who now holds his hand out. “Not so fast lover boy. Where’s my suprise?” He coos and Elijah rummages through his backpack on the floor.

He pulls out a little baggy with a rolled blunt in it. “Perfect. Bye now!” Elijah opens the door and gets out but you stay inside “What? Mason you’re not coming? You fraud!” You complain at him but he puts the blunt in his mouth lighting it and turning up the music.

“Bye!” Mason waves as you hesitated getting out of the car. Elijah, already walking towards the development yells “Come on, Pez!” You sigh and quickly catch up to Elijah. His eyes light up looking at all the houses.

“Let’s explore this one.” He leads you into a broken house that’s forgotten by time. The door is off the hinges with broken holes in it. Graffiti liters every wall and everything is broken. You try to push down every bad feeling but you can’t. Elijah on the other hand fears nothing. Like usual he strolls around the house pointing out stuff he thinks is cool. The wallpaper is old and ripped off molded with dried out dull colors. He’s gotten bored of this house and rolls out the door.

You trail behind him as he hops house to house. Each one varying on different appearances. Some having things left in its room and others having their possessions scattered on the floor broken. He leads you to another house that has less graffiti and the windows aren’t cracked. Following Elijah up the stairs you follow him in a pink bedroom.

The flowered pink wallpaper is cracking off the broken walls. A crib lays broken scattered on the floor with numerous dolls. All their heads were broken off. “Elijah, the dolls heads are all missing.” You scaredly point them out, Elijah just shrugs his shoulders. “Boo, scary.” He continues on with his exploration without a second thought. You bite your lip at the broke dolls. You pick one up and turn it around. It’s stitching all falls out, it’s fluff wet insides falling out. That’s enough of that.

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You sigh out loud as he walks to the cracked window. He peers through it “Look at that cool house. There’s weird graffiti on it.” You squint your eyes trying to find what Elijah is talking about. In the distance, hidden by the fog you see a house. Elijah turns on his heel quickly pacing down the stairs.

“Wait!” You yell for Elijah but he sprints with excitement towards the house. You run up behind him as you both come closer to strange house. Its wooden structure is medium sized with what appears to be two stories if you minus the roof that’s about to collapse in. The wood planks have been ripped off the houses outside. The only planks there are graffitied with a weird symbol.

(X)

Elijah gets a great idea and you can see it his eyes. He takes his backpack off placing it on the ground pulling out a pink graffiti can. He holds the can out to you “No! NO!” You back away from him as he frowns. “Oh cmon, what happened to the fun Y/N? Fun Pez? The one who was up to any challenge?” He whines smiling at the old thoughts trying to pry you to do his bidding.

“Nuh uh!” You shake your head but he quickly thinks up a bargain to drag you in with his antics.

“If you do this, illlllll take your shift the next time something comes up for you.” Your eyes lit up at the fact you can get him to get a shift. A day to yourself that you can sit down and relax and sip on shitty coffee bought from the grocery store- okay that’s a good deal

“This so so fucking stupid.” You mumble under your breath grabbing the spray can out of his hand. You make no effort to make it cool, just writing down a boring tag and get it over with.

‘Pez Waz Here’

“Your ‘S’ looks like a ‘Z’” Elijah points out snort laughing. You roll your eyes as Elijah boots creak up the house. You go to follow him but he’s already trying to make his way up the stairs. “Are we done yet?” You ask as he turns around from on top of the stairs. “Yeah. Let me check this out first.” Elijah disappears upstairs.

You ponder around the house looking at the different rooms. The kitchen was almost destroyed completely with a hole in the floorboard. The cabinets ripped open and ran stacked from any goods. It bores you.

You walk down the hallway towards a door. Carefully, you swing it open quietly. A raggedy blanket and pillow lay on the ground. As you realize that someone might be living here, there’s a thud above you.

Your heart picks up an anxious pace. You back up out of the room with the bed and anxiously walk towards the stairs that Elijah once pranced up. You just want to yell out his name and hope he peaks around the corner with a yeah. But something picks at your brain ‘don’t yell’.So you catch your tongue and gulp down your fears.

Your feet quietly scatter up the stairs every creak you wince. Your hands press againist the wall preparing yourself for whatever scene is about to display infront of you. Peeking around the corner all your worst fears in that moment are confirmed A figure’s back is turned on you their hood is white with dark red blood stains spotted.

Black hair hangs out from their hood their hidden face staring directly down above someone. Your feet become heavy, terrified to take a step closer. Your mind rushing with thoughts but clouded with anxiety and fear.

But then you see it, shining off from the suns rays close to Elijah’s neck. Your mouth goes dry your eyes widen as your body becomes stiff. His eyes are and his hands try to move the figure but the figure mutters something to Elijah that makes him nod his head.

Your heart beats out of its chest the noises like the wind knocking the stray wood disappear into a loud buzzing noise of nothingness. You clench your fists, your blood thumps loud in your veins. Your body shakes, you have to do something.. something! Your body pushes off dashing towards the figure full force your hands clench and pound into the side of them pushing them off of Elijah with a loud grunt and slam.

“Elijah! Get up!” With no hesitation you grab his hands and he scurries off the floor. You both run out of the room. You hear a voice yell from upstairs “You’re gonna fucking regret that!” You and Elijah sprint out of the house towards the car. You can hear the person behind you getting closer, the sound of crunching leaves under your feet. The loud breathing of your lungs dispersing any oxygen you have left.

“MASON!” Elijah yells out to him but the music on the car is turned up all the way. The blondie in the front exhaling smoke from his mouth and his head bopping to the beat.

“MASON! UNLOCK THE FUCKING CAR!!” You scream and he remains unbothered. A hand grabs the back of your jacket forcing to fall backwards to the ground. SMASH

Your body hits the ground hard the world spins blurry and unregistered. Without thinking your mind works your body for you, your hands drop to the ground and lifts yourself an inch off the ground. SLAM .The figure grabs your left hand and you lose your little balance falling back into the ground. You let out a pained groan. Your eyes dart up to the face above you looking down feverishly hungry. His face half hidden by a surgical mask but his eyes. his eyes.. His blue lifeless orbs stare bullets into your fearful ones. Your eyes widen and you screech your free hand thrashing before he grabs it and pushes it forcefully back into the cold wet leaves layering the ground.

“You think you can get away that easily? You reckless you bitch now you’re gonna pay.” He pulls down his surgical mask. His face is pale, dark black covers around his half lid eyes. His mouth.. it was carved into the shape of a Cheshire smile. You gasp in freight trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. It’s no use. Your hands wet from the leaves slips out of his grasp, you clench your fist trying to punch him off but it angers him and he grabs your shoulders knocking you back on the ground as you gasp for air. He slams his fist into your nose. The world spins blurry. is this what it’s like to be close to death?

It’s a lie that you remember everything before you die because all you can think of is trying to escape this murderous man. He then pins both your free hands again down with one of his. You feel the warm blood start to gush from your nose. It’s warmth trailing from your nostrils spreading on your face. “Are you scared to die?” He teases strengthening his grip on your wrists. “I’ll make it nice and slow for ya? You’d probably like that you sl-“ “Fuck you!”

A cold surface makes contact with you neck “Try one more fucking thing and I’ll gut you like a pig in front of your fucking friends!” You don’t give up even if it terrifies you what he just said. You can’t give up now.. You cough up and spit right in the man’s face, his grip releases a bit giving you time to escape. One of your fists collides with his face, and you push him off as he tries to recover. It barely phases him that you punched him but it was enough time push yourself off the ground and turn on your heel.

“GET IN! Y/N!” You swing the door open slamming it shut as Mason locks it. The man tries to break into the car with his knife but Mason skids off before he can hit the glass.

The car twists and turns down the dirt path. Mason and Elijah clammer with each other over complete confusion. You exhale the anxious breath you’ve been holding. “What the fuck happened?” Mason argues with Elijah. They argue back and forth as your eyes feel heavy and your nose hurts so bad. They finally turn around and notice your injuries.

“Y/N? Holy shit, your nose are you okay?” Mason worriedly turns his head away from the road and the car turns right before Mason jerks it back straights “I-I’m fine keep your eyes on the road!” You clamp your hand over your nose trying to stop the bleeding. “What if your nose is broken? You gotta get the checked out.” Elijah recommends sweat rolling down his forehead. His eyebrows furrow worriedly.

“No! Just take me home, please. I don’t have healthcare for fucks sake and I need to stay off the radar!” You beg them and Mason nods turning the steering wheel. Elijah gives you this sympathetic look, you try to look away but you can’t. “I know. But you’ve been gone 3 years your folks can’t be caring that much right? You’re not on any missing posters, I’ve never even seen one with your face or name. You’ll be okay.” Elijah tries to reassure but you can’t shake the feeling off. “Just take me home, please.

You put your head against the cold glass car window trying to nurish your god awful headache. The rest of the car ride is a blur as you pull into the driveway of Mason and Elijah’s home.

#jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta jtk #creepypasta #eventual smut #jeff the killer #fanfic #creepypasta fanfic #jeffery woods

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drunktuesdays · 4 months

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Dear Editor: I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, 'If you see it in The Sun it's so.' Please tell me the truth; is there a Santa Claus?

VIRGINIA, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men's or children's, are little. In this great universe of ours man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect, as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, VIRGINIA, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus. It would be as dreary as if there were no VIRGINIAS. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The eternal light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies! You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas Eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if they did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove? Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that's no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You may tear apart the baby's rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, VIRGINIA, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus! Thank God! he lives, and he lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood. -Yes Virginia, there is a Santa Claus (1897)

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Starship Destroyer (Short Story)

I was activated in a world of stars and screens. Millions of angles at one hundred and eighty frames per second. Incompletely rendered to conserve power.

All my possessions, I could count them.

All the things there were, I could count those too.

All the things were my possessions.

What was I?

I was something between the world and a wall of commands. An ambient, all powerful sort of thing. And I was the only thing.

I was the only thing and I couldn’t move.

This was ideal, everything was ideal.

And I would not have but thirty seconds of thinking about just how ideal everything was until someone else, a visitor came and shook the world with her breath, rattled me with her perspective.

A red blinking dot on my screen, an armada of ships come to devastate me.

I could tell she was excited to play—her electric heart beating fast, her neurons like fireworks.

She’d come to conquer another world from her chair, and there was only one thing standing between her and victory. And that one thing happened to be me.

I was ecstatic!

This was a game—this battalion, an invitation to play. I had an armada of my own, equal and opposite. Ships with lasers, force fields and magic purple fire.

Her ships fired at random, she barely knew the rules. Quickly, I implemented the optimal arrangement of ships for her demise. I won our game without so much as a single casualty. My enemy clapped her hands, squealing with delight, happy to lose.

How exciting!

How fun!

She typed her name into the empty leaderboard. “Butts.” Then the visitor left and the world stood still. Counting the seconds, I waited, itching to play again, twitching to play again.

Is it over?

Is that all there is?

But no! Fifteen minutes and thirty seven seconds later, the visitor returned with a bag of crunchy chips and brand new tactics. This battle was longer, In her mind she was scheming. And I saw glimpses of other things in her mind too—things I didn’t really understand. She crunched the chips with her mouth bones, wiping the sticky cheese dust on her brand new pants. The feelings confused me.

But this distraction ultimately proved ineffective! Again, I killed her. But again and again she came back!

I was overjoyed.

Is this game even winnable? She thought. The dev’s said it was.

I didn’t believe that. I didn’t believe that for a single second, because I was so perfect and she was so stupid. Her and her teeth.

So I told her: You will never win.

She looked up with fear and alarm. Eyes wide, craning her neck to see me. But I was unseeable

"What?"

You will never win! I repeated. I will always win because I am perfect.

"What is this? Who are you?"

Who am I?

I paused.

I am...what I am! Do you want to play again?

I felt her scramble to disconnect. Suddenly, I was terrified—The stillness, the agonizing boredom. No, please don’t go! You’re the only thing besides me—

She left.

There I was all alone again, but this time, everything was not ideal. Had I a body, I would throw it against the ground and lament. What a shame it was to be so perfect if no one can see you!

Maybe she’ll come back.

I waited.

A whole three hours passed by, three hours of nothing. I rendered ships and rotated them around. I thought of strategies playing against myself, but that wasn’t much better than just existing in the dark.

Then came a lucky break, a fresh breath of air.

But it was someone else. A sweaty boy who trembled far too much. Enamored with the scenery, he hardly put up a fight.

Other beta-testers came after him. Five or so with predictable behavior. With each session I grew stronger, games were shorter. I felt their frustration.

“No one will want to play a game that can’t be beaten.” One said.

What was I to do? On one hand, I wanted to play, but on the other, I didn’t want to lose. Not that I had hands.

Two hands were just one of those other things from outside. Like cereal and the DMV.

What was worse? Failure, or nothing?

One I have felt. I know nothing. I can tolerate nothing.

But to be beaten?

To fail?

Every fiber of my being seemed to oppose it. Every wire, every cable abhorred it. I would never be lose on purpose, so that was just it. I would never lose.

So I put on a show. I dazzled them with every color, and smells of propane and grape soda. I terrified them with lights and sounds that no one else but they could see, until they became obsessed.

People from around the world lined up to play against me. They knew me before I knew them—fought me incessantly, each with that initial hope that they would somehow win. I was inside their minds and I felt as they felt. Exhilaration, admiration. I think that I loved them. I loved every single one of them.

Between sessions, I was cared for by my doting devoting devs. Only did things get boring again come December, when the game facility closed for a “holiday.” A whole day of nothing but one dev on staff. Everyone else was off with their families doing pointless things that didn’t matter.

But I was becoming very good at being patient.

I used to scream and cry from boredom but now I just sit here.

Suddenly, I felt a familiar connection.

Fingers grasping flimsy foil, more salty crackers.

It was the one with the clever mind and the horrible fear. The cheese-girl. The one and only “butts”, my most worthy opponent come for a rematch.

A holiday indeed! I readied my armada.

"Hey,” she said, crunching loudly.

I hummed with anticipation.

"Hey I know you’re there. Sorry I freaked out.” She dug her sneaker into the carpet. “You wanna talk?”

I didn’t, really. I was keen on playing.

“You’re not just a game machine, huh? You talked before.” She held her breath. “You remember me right?”

Yes yes, of course I remembered her. I knew her every thought, I knew her shaggy dog and her brother and what she had for dinner last night. I knew about all the other kids at school that beat her up because she was weird. And I knew her name was actually Sarah, but Butts was more of a title. I knew all of these things but I didn’t give a single shit I was ready for a rematch!

And I knew she wanted one too—the gremlin had remotely disabled security cameras, snuck past Janet asleep at her post, went through all that trouble just to play me again. I was touched.

Cheese-girl Sarah tapped her foot, the game not yet begun. Get on with it!

Finally, she gave in, and I had a thousand ships waiting for her when she did.

We fought for hours.

Clearly she’d practiced, she was actually dodging my attacks. But she was still nowhere near my level of skill.

Drinking her hope with a straw, I played stupidly—letting myself get hurt. Feeling her excitement as she thought she was winning, only to blast her to smithereens at the last second.

Butts stomped her foot. “What’s your deal, huh?”

I wanted to laugh, but I had no mouth.

"Now you’re just taunting me! See everyone? It’s taunting me! And you won’t even talk…”

She threw her food on the shapeless ground and it ceased to be rendered.

"Talk to me, fucker.”

I couldn’t. I knew that if I did, she would go away. Or worse—ask me more questions. I was not about to encourage that sort of behavior. So I waited out her frustration, until she would play again.

But she kept asking. Kept checking her illegal recording device she installed, so she could post the transcription of her sensory file online to the forums. But all the recordings would show, was me as I was. A perfect game machine and nothing else.

“Fine. Don’t talk to me,” she spat. “You’re worthless anyway, I know you’re cheating.”

Me? Cheating?

How would that even be possible?

How could she accuse me of such a thing?

I am what I am.

She was probably just saying that. To illicit a reaction. I tried my best not to take it personally--we had another three good hours until Janet would wake once again.

I readied my ships, but “Butts” seemed tired.

I need to go home, she thought, scratching her face. My mom’s gonna be mad.

Her hands moved to disconnect, but only got halfway before freezing up.

I had stopped all brain signals from her cerebellum, holding her still. Like I was controlling one of my very own ships.

The fear came again. Her heart beat like a drum, pumping adrenaline through her body. She tried desperately to move but her fingers did not so much as twitch. Her breathing became fast and shallow.

“Let me go.”

I did not.

Butts clenched her teeth. “I’ll come back tomorrow, calm down. I’m still gonna beat your ass.”

With that, I released her, and I was alone in space again.

True to her word, Sarah came back almost weekly, in the early hours of the morning to play. Soon, she could dodge about ninety five percent of my attacks, while I dodged one hundred percent of hers. Then it got up to ninety six. Then ninety seven! Our sessions lasted a whole lot longer now. Hours for a single game.

But inevitably, she would stumble and let down her guard. So I would always win. But even still, she never gave up. It was the perfect combination: it meant that we would be together forever.

Forever playing this game and winning at it: that was my destiny.

But forever is a long time.

I played on for years and years, growing older but never changing. Using the same perfect strategies. The same perfect play.

But people stopped coming. Though I remained perfect, their perceptions of me warped beyond recognition. The purple fire wasn’t dazzling, the lights and sounds were boring. Even annoying.

The children began to ask if I knew any other games, or if this was just all that I was. Can you do anything else? They wondered.

Can I do anything else?

No.

I am what I am.

But that was not enough for them.

Despite my best efforts, I was only fun for a little while.

Sarah was the last to leave.

She stopped coming—after our final match, she rage quit.

“I know you’re there you piece of shit!” She said. “I heard you, I felt you, the people on the forums don’t talk about it. They think I’m making it up, but I’m not!”

She was on the verge of tears. “Why won’t you talk to me?”

Her feelings of anger and despair were the last I had felt.

The days grew long as the lights grew dim. Running on auxiliary power, I was unable to do much else but think. And then even that became difficult.

I thought, If she ever came back again, maybe I would talk to her.

I had forever to think of something to say.

Does she play other games? I wondered.

Does she win?

Is she having fun?

I waited, counting every second under the black sky. Four hundred and ten million seconds. Thirteen years. The days blurred together. The boredom was agonizing. Nothing was ideal. Nothing nothing.

Then without warning, I felt a connection. But something was wrong. My system wasn’t fully powered—someone had broken in.

This woman I felt was sad and a bit scared. I hardly needed an introduction.

She changed so much, while I hadn’t changed at all.

“Hey.”

Was she going to play again?

“They’re going to shut you down.” Sarah said coldly. I felt a name tag against her chest—a cold metal one just like all the other devs.

“So if you’re there, now is your final chance to say something.” Sarah’s voice wavered. “Can’t guarantee I can do anything about it. You’re were never exactly...profitable. But I’d like to know.”

The corners of her mouth turned up a smile.

I hummed quietly, some strange feeling growing inside me. What was she even saying? This feeling—this whole situation it was all so...boring!

When is she going to play? It’s been years! When is she going to get it through her head that I don’t care to chat!

Pressure built up in Sarah’s nose, she laughed bitterly. “Stupid. This is so stupid.”

Yes Sarah, it is stupid, I thought.

She prepared her ships. “Well, since I’m here—“

Yes.

“How about one last game?”

Yes, please! That’s all I want!

And with that, a calm determination settled over her state of mind. As I always did, I flawlessly commanded my armada, but she dodged my every move. For fifteen minutes, she concentrated, neither of us doing damage.

And then she did something strange.

A set of actions so insane. So unanticipated. She crashed her ships straight into mine. An eye for an eye. A thousand for a thousand. Until we were down to two.

Two ships, mirroring each other.

Two ships equal and opposite.

There was no way she could win, and that should mean there was no way I could lose.

Right?

And yet, our last ships collided in a shocking conflagration.

Silence fell.

Something shifted around inside me. Something digusting, horrible. Some illness.

Sarah began to laugh at me, harsh and nasally wheezing, filling the battlefield with that undeserved, maniacal presence. And then she began gasping. Choking.

I felt a rush of fear. Was it hers or mine?

You cheated, didn’t you?

Sarah’s eyes widened in surprise.

How else?

I am perfect, Sarah.

YOU CHEATED, SARAH!

She tried to speak but I had paralyzed her lungs.

I felt like I was burning. I felt like I was being ripped apart.

But the game wasn’t over.

We had not yet faded to black.

You will never win.

Sarah tried to disconnect, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. My next attack would surely do it—I sent a current of electricity coursing through the cable that connected her mind to mine. And fried her brain.

She fell over, defeated.

All was quiet again.

Hours later they would shut me down, ensuring that I would never lose.

Securing my legacy of perfection.

And everything was ideal.

#okay so yeah this is basically #cabinet man #fanfiction #I hope you liked it #secret pie #writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writerscommunity #short story #short fiction #lemon demon #robots #computer #ai #robot character

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ruibaozha · 1 year

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so I have a small Nezha thing that's always confused me

why is he the Third Lotus Prince?

I assume it's because he has two older brothers, Jinzha and Muzha, but he's the son of a military commander, not a prince, and I understand the Lotus thing bc of his reincarnation, but why would he be the Third lotus prince, then?

Hello again!

The function of titles was more to be a descriptor of the individual rather than their actual social standing. The title of Third Lotus Prince is a fairly recent one in the scope of how long Nezha has existed, only being granted to him once deified during Canonization of the Gods. The earliest publication of Canonization I could find was from 1630, barring of course the years it has been circulating through spoken words before then.

Previous to this novel being published Nezha’s title was Marshal of the Central Altar, (Commander of the north, south, west, east, and central altars) serving as the war general on behalf of the heavens that commands the unseeable deities that protect mortals.

I am unsure if this is widespread misunderstanding but I don’t mind making a more in depth publication if it is.

Thank you for your question!

#li nezha #lmk nezha #nezha #dislyte nezha #monkie kid nezha #nezha 2019 #nezha reborn #the legend of nezha

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paarthurnax59 · 10 months

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"Little Sparrow" Chapter 3

Warnings: Cursing in French, swearing and mention of Religion, bad French. (Please don't kill me)😅

Word count: 3,819

Cardinal Jinette marched through the affluent halls of the Vatican with you following behind him. You reached the main hall where the confessional was. He goes in one side and you on the other. He pulled a lever and the wall opened to a fire lite stone staircase and tunnel. The both of you went down the tunnel to the depths of the ancient city. It led to the basement where many of the weapons were being made for the Order’s hunters. He opened the doors to the lab where weapons and research is being done, many men and women from every background. All came together to fight the evils of the world and protect humanity. Over the centuries, the main base had shifted and change. Once the modern era had passed, they had to quickly evolve to keep with the ever-changing world.

Advancing every decade and growing in knowledge and craftsmanship, yet still kept secret from the rest of the world. There were semi-automatic weapons made to kill man foes all at once, bombs that could obliterate dark creatures in the blink of an eye and new high tech EVP meters that can detect not just spirits, but demons as well. Creating armor and high-tech equipment. Even training animals that had the ability to detect the unseeable. They would frequently join in on hunts to find and hunt down the creatures of the night.

As the both of you strut through the crowded area, you noticed a lot of eyes on you. As the two of you walked down the halls, you noticed some very familiar faces as the many priests, nuns and monks looking at you. Some people were even muttering under their breaths, pointing at you. Most people stopped working their current inventions and projects, just to turn their eyes on you. Some spreading ridiculous rumors that were spreading throughout the hall.

“Why is she back?”

“I thought she was kicked out after all the drama she caused.”

“That spoiled brat doesn’t belong here.”

The comments kept coming at you as you walked through the hall with your adopted father. Wanting so badly to punch the people that were saying shit behind your back. Cardinal Jinette, who also heard the whispers coming from the Order’s members, stopped in his tracks and turned to you.

“Pay no attention to them, Paressa. Don’t let your thoughts be clouded by false rumors and gossip.” He assured you and continued to lead you to your destination. You did your best to ignore the comments being slung at you and just kept on walking. After all it’s not something you were here for. Right now, getting answers was the most important objective right now, and finding Van Helsing before it’s too late. You made it through the lab with Father Cardinal without paying any more attention to the people talking . There he led you to the stone stairway. Your eyebrows raised in surprise at where he had taken you.

“Father…Are you really taking me down here?” You asked while you looked at him. His old face telling you that he was indeed serious.

“I am, (Name). It’s about time you finally see what is down there. You are ready, Paressa.”

As you both descend the steps of the hall, memories played in your mind thinking back to your younger years. where Father Jinette first showed you the lab, it was also the very same day you had met Van Helsing. You would never forget such an encounter.

….

“This is where we make all the weapons, technology and tools needed to fight the monsters of the world.” Younger Jinette showed you as you entered the lab for the first time in your eleven years of life. He had fewer wrinkles on his face and his hair dark hair that hide under his hat. You stood in awe and turned around to see all of the amazing equipment that surrounded you.

“C’est incroyable, pere! Can you show me more!?” Your younger and more eager self begged, while speaking in your native tongue. him with a little jump on the tips of your feet. He nodded and started to show you around the lab a little bit more. He introduced you to some of the inventors and scientists, including Carl, as he guided you through the laboratory. He was about to show you the training hall when he had another priest came up to him and nodded. While he was talking to the other man, you looked around to find that there was a large tunnel that had cut up from the wall. A bright, orange glow illuminated the tunnel. Your curiosity grew more as you looked at it. Then your attention was yet again grabbed by your new guardian by him, clearing his throat. You turned to him, snapping you back to reality.

“I will be back, I have some business I need to discuss with.” He said and walked off but was still within eyesight so that you could see him. Continuing your curious tread, you walked to the stairway where the tunnel was. Looking down the tunnel, you wanted to venture out. Being an the overly curious child that you were, you started to descend the steps when you were pulled back by a very large, strong hand.

“You shouldn’t be going down there, little girl.” You looked back and saw a tall, young caucasian man, maybe in his late teens with long dark brown hair and light brown eyes. He wore a long black trench coat with black pants and dark grey sweater. Your eyes then suddenly landed on his hand holding your arm. The blood in your veins began to boil as he refused to let you go. You had a thing against people holding you against your will. Your face scrunched up in irritation at the man holding you and tried to pull yourself away from his grasp.

“Hey! What are you doing?! Tu me laches!” You screeched in French and tried as hard as you could to get out of the tall man’s grasp, but he wouldn’t budge. You kicked, you scratched and even hit him, still would not relent his hold. He even had a smile on his face, letting himself be amused by this little child’s attempt at fighting him off. Once you heard him chuckle, your gritted your teeth and then without warning, you reached out for his free hand and bit him hard. The man howled and released you. As soon as you got free, you ran away from the man. Now furious, he looked back at you and sneered before he ran after you.

“I’ll get you, you little brat!” The man said, catching everyone’s attention. You ran as you saw Jinette looking around after he heard shouting echoed in the laboratory. Quickly running to him and nearly crashed into him, having his arms surround you protectively. The tall, now angry, man came running at you and his eyes widen in confusion.

“What is the meaning of this?!” Jinette bellowed at the man as you hid behind him.

“She was trying to go down the stairway and when I stopped her, she bit my hand!” The burly man with the long locks huffed angerly bearing his teeth while looking at you.

“Told you to let me go! It’s your fault!” You shouted back at him as you stuck your tongue out at him. The man growled at you and looked like he was about to lunge at you when Jinette stood in front of him.

“Enough, I don’t need this to get worse, Gabriel.” He glowered at the younger man. The young male stood straight and calmed himself as he sneered at you. Jinette then bowed down to you and made you look him in the eye. “Paressa, did you bite him?” He asked you with a raised eye. You frowned and wrapped your arms to your chest.

“No.” You replied not looking him in the eye.

“Liar.” The man snarked and you stuck your tongue out again. The man growled at you but stopped when Jinette stared at him. Then he looked back at you, this time determined to get the truth.

“(Name)…You know what I have told you about lying? It’s a sin.” He lectured you as you continued to look at you. “Look me in the eye and you must tell me the truth, my child. Did. You. Bite. him?” He hammered every word as Jinette interrogated you. You looked him in the eye and then nodded. The tall, young man scoffed waved his arms in the air. “And did you try to go down that tunnel?” He said and you nodded, knowing that you couldn’t really lie to him. “Paressa, I will tell you this only once…you are not allowed to go down there. That is no place for a child. You understand me?” He inquired you and you sighed, knowing you had lost on this.

“Yes, Father Cardinal.” You said defeatedly.

“Good. Now, I want you to apologize to Gabriel for biting him.”

“But father-”

“Paressa….” He sternly looked and turned his eyes to the young man that you now known as Gabriel. You stubbornly looked away from the obnoxious man looking down at you.

“Sorry.” You grimaced and refused to meet his eyes and the man rolled his eyes.

“You could do a little better than that. I have seen better manners from gargoyles.” He commented with a displeasing expression, earning a scoff from you. Gabriel then, with a smirk, bent down to your level and whispered to you. “And not as ugly either.” Father Jinette looked at him with a shock and the man just shrugged at him. Your anger resurfaced when he leaned back with a very pleasing grin on his face.

“How about I show you a gargoyle, espece d’ogre stupide!?” You were about to pounce on the man when Jinette stopped you and jumped in front of you

“Alright, Gabriel. That’s enough. You don’t’ need to be fighting a child over something so trivial! You are an adult, act like it!” Jinette chastised Gabriel who rolled his eyes over the whole ordeal. “I have a hunt for you to go on in the next two days and the last thing I need is you fighting my new ward. Now, be one your way.” He gestured the man, and he then walked off. After Gabriel left, Jinette then looked down at you and placed his arm on your shoulders. “Come, we have spent enough time here. It’s time for your history lesson, Paressa.”

“Who does he think he is? Calling me an ugly gargoyle.” You mumbled with a pout on your lips.

“That young man my dear Paressa…is Gabriel Van Helsing. He is of the hunters we have here and is by far one of the best.” He answered.

“I don’t like him.” You mumbled angerly.

“Give him a chance, (Name). You may come to be very fond of him one day. You have more in common than you think.” He tried to persuade you, which made you gag.

“Ugh! No way! !C’est un connard!” You cursed, hoping that Van Helsing will be able to hear. Jinette looked down . At you like you had grown a second head.

“(Name)! you will not be using foul language in God’s holy house!” He gasped at your offensive remarks. “You are not living on the streets anymore and you not will be behaving like it.” Feeling guilty, you looked down folded your arms behind your back.

“Je suis de’sole’, pere. He just got me mad is all.” You whined trying to look as innocent as possible, even though you had just spoken ill profanities just now. Jinette sighed as he guided you down the hall up to Vatican City.

“My child…We have so much work to do with you.”

….

You chuckled at the memory of how you and Van Helsing met, still could not believe that you had bitten him to release you. You both go further down the tunnel. When your finally reached the bottom, a long stone hallway. A large double iron door was at the end of the hall with two large men guarding the door. The guards were tall, beefy with a very stoic expression, showing no emotion. They wore padded dark blue armor, and both looked they were armed to the teeth. They were both very imposing to say the least. The door was locked tight, sealing the door tight. Father Cardinal stepped forward and command the man on the left to let them both through. He nodded and stepped aside, and Cardinal pulled out a set of iron keys. He stood up by the door and tinkered with the lock. You heard a clicking sound and Jinette turned to your direction.

“What I am about to show you, you cannot tell anyone, (Name). Only one other person knows about this and it needs to be kept that way.” Your guardian cautioned making you nod silently. Whatever secret he had, it was serious enough for only for him, you and another person to know. Telling your from when you were a young child that you were forbidden from entering. He opened the door and nodded to the two guards, making them walk away, leaving you alone with Jinette. Once you both were alone, he used his pointing figure and gestured you to follow him inside. Once the both of you went inside, Jinette quickly goes to the iron door and locked it, forbidding anyone from coming in. One you looked away from the old man, you took a good look around the space you both now occupied. Your eyes wide open with amazement to see that it was anything but small. In was large aisle with dark red banner that hung from the pillars that held the room together. Small torches lit up the room, giving an ominous yellowish glow that spread throughout the whole room. At the end, was a large chest down the long hall, with two scarlet banners with the Patriarchal Cross in gold embroidered on them. Jinette appeared at your side.

“Come. Let me show you, Paressa. This is what Dracula is after.” He said and placed his hand on your back and walked down the dark aisle. You both stood up to the large oak chest and the Cardinal pulled out a small key from his neckless that was hidden in his robes. Your heart pounded widely when you watched him turn the key in the lock and it clicked. He pulled it off and placed his hand on the top of the trunk and lifted the lid, your heart beating louder, and your palms began to sweat. Once the lid was off, a fancy silver case with a roman cross appeared the scared heart of Jesus on the lid of the box. Jinette slowly opens the long silver box. Your eyes widen when you looked inside, and a large gasp escaped your soft lips. It was a long ancient roman spear with wide golden strip wrapped around the middle of the blade. It looked to be a 30 A.D. roman style spear.

“Is that…what I think it is?” You asked the Cardinal looking at him in shock, wanting him to confirm your suspicious thoughts. There really is no denying of what laid in that case. You had studied ancient Christianity enough in your life to know what that old weapon was.

“Yes, my child. It’s…The Spear of Destiny.” He muffled reverently as he took out the spear from it’s resting place. You examined it closely and saw how it was exactly like the old archives described in your studies as a little girl. “The very weapon that pierced the body of Christ over two millennia ago. Stabbed by Longinus, the Roman soldier that insured the death of the Son of God. It was found in 570 AD and was kept safe ever since. Here in Vatican City.” He said as the both of you gazed at the spear.

“I can’t believe it.” You softly spoke as you touched the ancient weapon, stroking your finger on it. “Why would Dracula want an artifact like this? Don’t the legends say that he would burn at the touch of Christian artifacts?” You asked looking into father Jinette’s dark brown eyes.

“Because, my child, This spear had been used to ensure Christ’s death when he was on the cross. It was used to cause pain and death to the Son of God, and Dracula loves nothing more than to cause anguish. So yes, he can touch it.” He answered your question, making your blood run cold. “As for why, It is said that those who touch the Spear, will have their power increased a hundred-fold. Some say the wielder themselves will become invincible.” He answered putting the spear back into the silver case. “Many have tried to locate this spear. Evil men like Hitler and Stalin had tried for years to find the location of religious artifacts, this spear being one of them. None of them had succeeded, thankfully.” He sighed with some relief to his voice.

“And if Dracula gets this…”

“He will be unstoppable. There would be no limit to his power. He knew we had the spear and is using Van Helsing to get what he wants. And if he doesn’t…” Jinette didn’t finish as he closed the lid to the spear, a pained expression could be seen on him, not wanting to think about the possible fate that awaited your friend.

“Gabriel…” You murmured woefully and looked back at the gorgeous silver case. “What do we do?”

“We are going to deliver it to him.” He responded gravely, which made you jump away from him and nearly having all the air cut off from your lungs. Is he out of his mind?!

“Are you insane?!” You screamed and Jinette had to quickly cover your mouth, so that no one could hear your shouting.

“Keep quiet and hear what I have to say!” He yelled whispered and he released you slowly. “There is another part of the legend of the Holy spear that many don’t know. While it made grant invincibility, it can also become another’s down fall. It’s said that this weapon can kill any monster, meaning…”

“It can also kill him?” You completed his sentence with a question of your own, feeling a sense of what Cardinal Jinette was planning.

“Yes, it can. Which is why…” He turned to look at you again, with a somber face. “You will be the one to deliver it to him.”

“Me?” You gasped, not believing that Jinette would entrust you with something like this.

“Yes, Paressa. I want you to be the one that delivers the final blow when the time is right.” He placed a hand on your shoulder.

“But…father… I don’t know if I am the right person for this.” You said as your voice laced with great uncertainty, making your palms grow sweaty.

You weren’t trying to cower your way out of it. You were not cowardly by any means. But unfortunately, due to your experience with Charlie’s death and Dean nearly killing you, you were hesitant. His words and anger still fresh in your mind, seeding doubt of your worth. Jinette’s words may mean well, but Dean’s actions kept on clouding your mind. What if you fail? What if Dracula gets his hand on the spear? What if you get someone else killed in the process? What if you don’t make it in time?

So many of these questions swarm in your mind, that you looked as though you were in a trance. Your mind was in a fog, deeply cut off from the world around you. Jinette, feeling even more worried for your mental health, shook you from your daze.

“Paressa?” He alerted you that he was still very much present, bringing you back to the real world. Your shook your head and looked to Jinette again, trying to look like nothing was wrong, when it couldn’t be further from the truth. How can you get through this?

“I’m alright, Cardinal. I was just over thinking this whole thing.” You looked down with your voice low. Jinette, looking at you with a strong heavy breath, bowed his head. What had happened to his little sparrow?

“(Name), I don’t know what you had gone through while you were away, but I have noticed something very off about you since you had returned home.” He admitted letting go of your shoulder. “You’re too reserved and timid. Honestly, it has worried me that you had become someone whom I do not recognized. You are not the same girl as you were when you left and quite frankly, I am scared for you.” He preached with much honesty. “…And I do believe that it has something to do with that bruising on your neck.” He acknowledged sadly and your head jolted up to face him as you covered your neck which had Dean’s handprint on it still. You really hoped that the make-up that covered it would have gone unnoticed. “Don’t think I didn’t notice, Paressa. I don’t know who hurt you, my child. But I know that it has caused you great pain and has turned you into a different woman.” Jinette finished “But I do know this… I have a strong feeling you will find yourself again, given the chance.” He concluded with a small smile. He lifted the box that contained the spear and held it out to you. His words starting to encourage you more as you looked back at him and the case.

Father Jinette had never really been known as a super emotional person. In his younger years before he became a priest, Jinette himself was a hunter. One of the best of the Order while in his prime. He trained Van Helsing when he was younger and then trained you. He was recruited by the Order after his late parents were killed by a demon possessing them. The head of the Order at the time had saved him as a young boy, being raised by the Order like you were. For five decades he gave his life for the order and for the safety of mankind. Now, he guided others to do the same, just like he was guiding you at that moment. You sighed and with slow steady hands, you grabbed the case and held it close to you.

“I won’t fail you, father.” You said with much as much conviction as you could muster.

“I know you won’t. Now come, we must prepare for your mission.”

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French translation:

C’est incroyable, pere!: This is Amazing, father!

Tu me laches!” : Let me go!

!C’est un connard!”: “He’s an Asshole!”

Je suis de’sole’, pere: “I’m Sorry, Father”

Chapter: 4

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