Now With The Curse Finally Written In The Google Doc:

Now with the curse finally written in the Google doc:

How true the prophecy rang.

Lost her parents at 10

Lost her uncle at 20

Never missed a shot even though if it was a gang fight.

She would've lived if she didn't decide to save Villám instead.

And in Hell, the gift curse reached its full potential.

You won't see it coming, but sure as death you will feel it.

Credit: @winters-club

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 ꪜé𝖌𝖍𝖛á𝖗ꪗ 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖊𝖓

@spxcemuses You probably had seen this coming. Have a sinday special brawl between Striker & Karma because it was sort of inevitable-

It all started with a sneaky jab to her pride that she only could handle her guns and that's all for her combat skills. Throwing a punch at the smug demonic cowboy was almost like a reflex, and it all went downhill from that. She had calculated right, that tail alone was dangerous as fuck, putting her in severe disadvantage from the start but that definitely didn't mean her backing down.

Karma trashed like rabid cat as the force of his grip on her neck increased; the realization set in that instead of wanting to crush her windpipe, he went for cutting off the blood flow. The fact that he wasn't fully set on killing her offered a little relief. Her vision was blurring yet she felt more alive than ever, as if sparks of lighting zapped through her body, the thrill was similar when she had ridden Vihar to her full speed. Blazing emerald burned into glowing yellow, her lips pulled back a feral grin as her hands slowly pried away his, tiny distance but enough for a sharp intake of air for her burning lungs.

Her legs swiftly wrapped around Striker's waist, thighs tight with muscle from riding formed a crushing hold, enough to flip the position while still trying to keep his claws away from her throat; the ghost touch of his claws sending violent shivers down her spine.

"Even though you're a demon crawled out of Hell and I'm just a human; if you think this will be easy " her thighs' grasp clenched even further "you picked the wrong fucking target."

The faint rattle behind her was the signal Karma overstayed her welcome and she bolted towards the door before it could grab her- only she didn't make it. She inwardly cursed its length and the efficiency the demon learned to utilize it during combat. The new chokehold with his arm around her neck was familiar, making her snarl in displeasure, one hand yanking at his bandana to bring him closer to her lips.

"If you ever consider going easy on me, I will shoot you in your sleep."

Karma would not allow that disrespect, even if definitely meant her losing their...bloody game, she will go down with the knowledge and pride of how much the snakelike cowboy had to bother with her. She tried the best angle to slam her head backwards, her steel heeled boot sharply digging into his foot in hope of the pain of a possibility broken nose and the smarting leg will allow her to slip out of the loosened hold.

When her calculations were proven right, she made a mad dash to the door, throwing herself down the stairs, rolling on the ball of her shoulder to prevent a too serious injury -she was sure she bruised her ribs though-, arriving at the landing, slamming against the railing with a small groan. Despite the pain, Karma was having the time of her life, she was alive in every possible meaning. While her impossible shots brought her their fair amount of thrill, this kind of close combat was entirely new. The thunder of adrenaline numbed her aches to an almost pleasant buzz; the sensation thrilling on its own. Her eyes seared with twisted excitement, the dangerous shine seemingly bringing out the target cross scar even more, her mouth frozen into a feral grin with a small stream of blood dribbling down her chin.

"S-sir leave the lady alone...!" A young and surprisingly brave man from the saloon spoke up after witnessing their violent game, his gun shakily pointed at Striker- only to have it shot out of his hand in the next second.

"I appreciate the gesture, but let me have my fun, boy." Karma chuckled darkly, her eyes immediately back on the snakelike imp

"Aren't you missing something?" She asked Striker with a mock innocent whistle as she twirled his red bladed dagger she snatched during one of their clashes between her fingers.

After the little show, her hand tightened around it in an icepick grip, her toothy grin stretching across her face once again, faint stream of blood running from her lips, the competitive gleam in her eyes borderline insanity as the danger heightened.

"Then come and get it."

The history of the Véghváry bloodline

1. @phoenixduelist . Countess/Captain/Queen Rozália Klára Véghváry. Thought to be the last, she lived a quite stormy life: From Countess to pirate Captain to rebellion leader and finally: Queen of Hungary at the age of 36. Died at the age of 66, later canonized as Patron Saint of Hungarian Independence. Afterlife: @lightningdamned lightning-eel demon, after a deal with Leviathan (@winters-club) ending up in Envy & triple crossing the sin throughout her stay, double crossing heaven only to arrive to her final destination: Fifth Horseman of the Apocalypse, Providence

Queen Rozália wasn't the last Véghváry because she had a twin brother no one knew about except her father and Marcell who hid the infant. Said brother lived an average, happy life, married & had 5 kids without anyone telling him his identity until near the end of his life. So the legacy was quietly carried over.

It became prominent with Attila Véghváry who desperately wanted a boy but when it turned out to be a girl, he gave her the name of the lost queen from their house, therefore sharing Rozália as first name.

2. @infernal-general . Countess/General Rozália Bianka Véghváry. Hunter, then hussar general and wielder of the Hellfire after death. Her story should've ended in the battlefield but the clash of divine and damned diverted the course of fate as she became the Second Horseman of the Apocalypse: War.

Attila had a brother, Hunor who fled to America before the revolutionary war got more serious. Had one child Karma, General Rozy's cousin. He was killed when she was 10, the child was taken in by his sibling Gábor already living there before his arrival.

3. @deathshadowed . Karma. Lone marksman who never missed a shot and everyone died around her. Death always followed her like a shadow, after death it wasn't a surprise how it manifested in her powers, nor her rise to be the Fourth Horseman of the Apocalypse: Death.

Somehow the bloodline survived into the 20th century, Szintia was born then brutally murdered at the age of 23. With her killing her father after returning from the grave, the Véghváry bloodline is officially dead only the four supernatural beings remained.

4. @phoenixborn Cindy Flame. Born Szintia Véghváry to an abusive household, after death threw away the name which only brought suffering. Former spirit, now the personification of the Fire itself, a cosmic entity.

Three dominant traits that keep resurfacing in the women of the bloodline:

emerald green eye color

ambidexterity

infertility (although in the General's case it was due to the curse)

Cindy is a great example of how these slowly disappeared over time: she is strongly right handed and her eyes are jade green with a golden ring instead of the pure emerald.

The deterioration of the bloodline's importance and glory:

Countess Rozália was born at the end of the ‘golden age’, after the Ottomans were ultimately driven out of Hungary's territory. She is well versed in her history and became one of the most important figures in history as well.

General Rozália has had a very faint idea about her origins. The Countess title losing much from its importance as she was pushed towards the Vatican and military matters instead. She still left her mark in history as well.

Karma only knew she was half nobleborn. She held no political power, commanded no one, she was always alone as a daredevil gunslinger. Desperate to build a legend but failing to do so unlike the previous two members.

At Cindy's time, only the name stayed. She was brought up according to the ideals of what should've been even though she wanted none of it. Death reached her before she could make an impact as one of the greatest rock singers ever lived. However by merging together with the cosmic force of the Fire, ironically she has achieved the most her bloodline ever could.