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headcanon that in the early days of tcw Cody and Obi-Wan got trapped somewhere for a while waiting for a rescue and after a while they start getting hungry and Obi-Wan just whips out one of these bad boys like

“Not to worry Cody! I have these! I used to survive on them for weeks I was a Padawan.”

and Cody’s just, stares blankly. “…I understand everything Seventeen said about you now.”

Star Wars: How the prequel trilogy mirrored and rhymed the original

Lullaby of Shadows: The Belmont LegacyIn

In the deep shadows, where the moon weaves its light, A path unfolds, a tapestry of ancient delight. Follow the whispering wind through the trees so old, And there, in ancestral mist, the Belmonts' story is told.

Follow the hunter's steps, where his arrow guides, The journey unravels mysteries, where the rising star resides.

The dense forest hums with secrets untold, Its gnarled branches cradle stories of old. Step softly on moss-covered ground, my dear, For it leads to the haven where dreams appear.

At the crossroads of fate, where shadows dance, Dark mysteries whisper, offering a chance. Beneath hidden fog, ancient oaks stand tall, Guarding lost memories, like a comforting shawl.

The ancestral wind sings: “Rest, precious soul, Cross the moonlit stream where dreams take their toll.” And there, among the oaks, you'll find your way, To a sanctuary hidden, where night turns to day.

Where the morning star sets in the eastern sky, At dawn, hope blossoms, and fear says goodbye. In the grand hall, a portrait of Christopher Belmont, His eyes firm, his legacy steadfast and prompt.

He vowed to slay Dracula, the immortal fiend, Avenged by Trevor, bearer of the Morning Star, gleaming.

And since then, the valor of the Belmonts transcends, Their lineage unbroken, their courage never bends.

But beyond the shadows lies a secret portal's door, To Devildom's corridors, where demons adore. They challenge the hunters in a ballet of dark, Yet the Belmonts endure, leaving their mark.

So hush now, my child, as the moonlight shines bright, Through ancestral woods, where mysteries take flight. The forest cradles you, its whispers a gentle tune, As the Belmonts' lullaby carries you to the moon.

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The Mysterious Human

Diavolo and Lucifer strolled through the halls of RAD, their voices echoing amidst the solemn silence of the environment. The topic of conversation was the human exchange program and how mortal students were adapting to life in the demon realm. Barbatos, the silent observer, trailed behind them at a discreet distance.

"Human show surprising resilience," reflected Diavolo, adjusting his crimson cape with a carefree gesture. "Even without our natural abilities, they manage to establish themselves here."

Lucifer nodded, his expression impassive as ever. "No doubt." His piercing red eyes swept over the bustling students, each carrying the weight of a distinct demon lineage. "But there is one human who stands out."

Diavolo raised an eyebrow, curious. "Ah, yes? And who might that be?"

As they turned the corner, they witnessed the scene that was the talk of the school: Raquel Desmonte, standing in her impeccable uniform. Her gray eyes overflowed with determination as she gazed down at the figure at her feet with a mix of disdain and authority, as if she were determined not to accept challenges. But it was the demon entangled in her whip that truly caught their attention—a bound and pitiful figure, with tattered clothes and a disheveled appearance, revealing an unexpected fragility beneath the facade of power.

"What's going on here?" asked Diavolo, genuinely surprised. "Why is she—"

Barbatos' voice sounded low, analytical. "She's protecting herself, my lord."

Raquel's figure emanated an aura of power and determination, an intriguing mixture of strength and vulnerability that drew the eyes of the demons present. Even without a formal pact, she kept the demon under control with a firmness that impressed.

"She's a force to be reckoned with," continued Diavolo with a mischievous smile. "Her pride can rival yours, Luci."

Lucifer crossed his arms, his gaze fixed on Raquel with a penetrating intensity. "She may have pride," he said, "but she's no match for the experience and skills of a full-fledged demon, let alone the Avatar of Pride."

Diavolo laughed, enjoying the exchange of words between the two. "Luci, you're underestimating her."

Lucifer maintained his impassive expression. "I don't underestimate. I just observe."

Barbatos intervened, his sharp gaze analyzing the situation. "She doesn't have a formal pact. How does she control that demon?"

Raquel, still holding the whip and without averting her gaze, responded to the question with silent determination. "I don't need a pact to impose my will."

Diavolo applauded, still laughing. "Well said, little one!"

Lucifer narrowed his eyes, his calculating mind already plotting future possibilities. "Keep it up, Raquel Desmonte. Your pride can be your greatest strength or your greatest weakness."

As they walked away, leaving the bound demon behind, Diavolo whispered to Lucifer: "Maybe she's more like us than we imagine." His eyes sparkled with a mix of curiosity and admiration, reflecting recognition of Raquel's inner strength.

Lucifer, meanwhile, pondered Diavolo's words, his deep gaze revealing hidden thoughts. He didn't respond immediately, but the calculating expression on his face indicated that his mind was constantly at work, considering the implications of having such a determined among them.

As for Raquel, she remained where she was, her posture firm and her aura of determination intact. Despite the apparent fragility of her demonic companion and Lucifer's challenging words, she did not falter. Her pride, now more evident than ever, was both her armor and her sword, guiding her along the dangerous path she had chosen to tread.

As the three went their separate ways, the halls of RAD echoed with the echoes of their conversations and the murmurs of those who witnessed the encounter. Raquel's journey was just beginning, but her determination burned like a flame that could not be extinguished, illuminating the path ahead with an intensity that rivaled the stars of the demon realm.

Urge to do some research and design Clone Wars era Jedi outfits with good frontline utility... might look cool...