@strikers-saloon

@strikers-saloon

Dawn was slowly creeping through the darkness, the streets quiet; the construction workers haven't arrived yet to continue the structure next to the lavish building. The early autumn morning's serene stillness was broken by the loud revving of a powerful engine of a lone biker, seemingly just an another daredevil. Which was true, partly.

Cindy sometimes missed using the Artistic Freedom of her title; but not today. The criminal located was the local mob boss' right hand, currently holding a few young tourist women captive, sentencing them to a fate usually worse than death. The engine thundered under her even more violently as the crimson thread of vengeance was growing less loose, signaling she was close.

It didn't take a genius to figure out which building was his hiding place, however Cindy never fancied using elevators. Further increasing the already neckbreaking speed, she used the half done construction as a ramp; the flame red Ducati bursting through the window and continuing her journey towards the beyond startled ‘victim’.

The Crimson Death was one of the many titles she was given among the depths of humanity's scum; a well deserved alias. The woman effortlessly backflipped off the motorbike with the grace of an acrobat, the engine flying across the room and pinning the pleading criminal under its weight, the still wildly spinning wheels tearing bits off from his face.

"I can pay more!!! I can give you everything you want!" Oh how many desperate pleas she has heard.

“Indeed, you will give me everything.” the young woman confirmed yet the tone was full of dark promises, especially when she unsheathed a pulsing red bladed sword

To save herself from further whining, the slash was quick, more he bled, stronger the crimson aura soaked into her, carefully weaving fingers consumed the criminal's soul. With a wicked, satisfied smirk, Cindy allowed herself to bask in the moment and her success.

Okay so problem fixed. The-eternal-flame, while did a great job explaining what is she, it sounded, felt choppy for me along with lacking a punch which all my other urls have (like solarbladewinged. That's just epic.).

Now this is hopefully the final version tells what she is while foreshadowing that she cannot be separated from the Phoenix, has a flow and hits my insane standards.

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I don't like my url.

anllela sagra

Panic sandwich.

panicked fruit.

@winters-club

This is 💯 about Seviathan. And maybe Valentino