I'm Somewhat Convinced Cindy Would Give Birth To A Star Or A Whole Solar System Because Despite The Flirty

I'm somewhat convinced Cindy would give birth to a star or a whole solar system because despite the flirty rocker look,

That's NOT how she looks like the slightest. And her tears literally cause an unstable galaxy.

I have no self control

@phoenixborn @infernal-feminae

See you here after Extermination🔥

Unity

Song which started the whole story

Seal referencing to @thenextchapterbegins Lucifer sealing the gate, along with mentions of the aftermath of a civil war dash event with @avispatr

Striker - @strikers-saloon

Velvet & Vaggie - @winters-club

Charlie, mention of Gabriel - @infernal-feminae

Don - @wrxthfulguard

Blitzø - @rodeoblitz

James Norrington - @ashortdropandasuddenstop

Flora, mention of their story Technological Terror - @nebula-gaster

Zephos - @zephosthefaedemon

“Szerinted kibírja?” (Do you think it will hold?) Márta asked, glancing at the seal and the divine shine on the other side of it

“Biztos hogy nem. Mindenki legyen készenlétben.” (Of course not. Everyone be ready.) Rozália replied without thinking. It might have had a chance to work and not have the King’s efforts in vain, if not for the Goetian king’s civil war. He shattered reality and to properly retaliate, the General had to unleash both divine and hellish energy to stop it escalating even further. Yet her success was overshadowed by grief, the loss of the best marksman, youngest soldier in the army took an emotional toll on everyone.

“Csak…még soha nem voltunk háborúban nélküle.” (Just…we never had been in war without him.) Aranka’s voice was small, she hated to bring up such tremendous loss, especially upon witnessing the still raw grief flashing through the General’s face

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Of course the literal Hell wasn't just sunshine and rainbows. Jade eyes gradually shifted in color as she witnessed a man more and more actively harass a woman who clearly wanted to get away.

Cindy moved swiftly across the street, ignoring the blaring car horns to put herself between the woman and the offender, catching the man's hand in a surprisingly strong grip.

“Oh really?” she echoed coldly as she was told off because 'the bitch is clearly playing hard to get'

The same untameable bestial rage swirled within her just like on Earth, her legs shifting into maroon colored swirling fire, flames darker than the Hellfire itself; hand sharpened into claws seamlessly passing through the skin, piercing flesh. The man couldn't even scream in agony as cosmic fire flooded him from the inside, his own crimson essence of a soul pouring into her as his second life eventually left him.

Good to know she still can do this trick with ordinary people even here. But when Cindy turned to the woman her heart sank to her stomach.

“You don't have to be.” she sighed, her height returning to normal along with her voice. Still, she had every right to be afraid.

“It's okay. I will not hurt you.” her voice steady and she took a few steps back to give her space which she clearly needed

She rested her back against a lamppost, slowly sliding down to the ground as well to appear even less threatening.

“I'm Cindy” she offered, a simple conversation might help her get over the shock as she didn't dare to leave her alone in this state

Send “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” for my muse’s reaction!

@phoenixborn​ said: “You’re afraid of me, aren’t you?” for Summer

(As Rozy is definitely not the only vigilante killing creeps who try to hurt women. With Cindy there’s also a very personal layer so I assume she burned the offender alive and ripped his soul out-)

Summer breathed heavily, staring wide-eyed at the woman. 

Some creep had been harassing her on the street. And when she told him she was off the clock and to fuck off, the bastard still wouldn’t leave her alone. The feline was grateful when Cindy had stepped in. At first. Until she saw how exactly the woman had dealt with the offender.

Now, violence was nothing new to Summer. She had grown up with it, witnessed it on a near constant daily basis nowadays. But seeing a man having his very soul ripped out. Well, it was enough to leave the poor woman shaken from the encounter.

But, by some miracle, she manages to find her voice. “Y-yes..” She answered honestly, trembling a bit on the ground.

Don't mind her staring intensely and appreciatively at those fingers. Face. Arms. The whole man.

He doesn’t consider himself much of a singer, but he oh so casually starts playing this song on his guitar.