Art showcase
Andtaginah~
By:plockz
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Aneus ByStaceyRawr II
Reila By Rain On My Bow II
Andtaginah By Rain On My Bow II
Reila By:Miss Doki II
Reila II
Andtaginah II
Reila II
Aneus II
Aneus by artittack II
Safrina By Microphone Rain II
Safrina by Chu_berri II
Safrina byHymn of Needles II
Arcaeus by Sinister_Bunneh II
Arcaeus by Commander_Juice II
Renna by Alphonsine Cendrillon II
Reila by PrincessKitteh II
Andtaginah II
Andtaginah
Writer's Corner
Short story? =3
The bar was more of a hole-in-the-wall, a place that reeked of booze and so much neglect no one even remembered the name. The only ones aware of it were the patrons, a shadowy, hunched over bunch that looked like life had not only dealt them a terrible hand, but had actually taken it a step further and started giving them paper cuts with the cards. Filth bred in the corners.
Even if the bar hadn’t been full of those who had more alcohol than blood, the red-headed woman at the bar would have stood out. She was a woman who sat with her shoulders back and her head up; surrender was something she had heard of, distantly, but never comprehended. She crossed her legs and her shorts rolled back a scant centimeter more- most of the men found themselves wondering how the bar could have become even hotter in this blasted summer heat and adjusted their collars.
There were grim poker players at a game where even the winner wasn’t that discernible from the least fortunate, another man drinking alone at the bar, and two men out of the way in a heated discussion. The woman pulled a sable glove off with her teeth and dipped her fingers into her glass to catch a swiftly melting piece of ice. With devastating slowness she tipped her head back and glided the ice along her neck to the valley of her generous breasts, catching beads of sweat along the way. Conversation stuttered, couldn’t quite seem to start up again.
The discussion reached its breaking point and one man, ignorant of his impending doom cooling herself off on the barstool, stood up so abruptly his chair tilted and crashed to the ground.
“You promised me you’d have the cash!” he snarled, uncaring of his audience.
The other man stuttered, but couldn’t get any words out before the woman sauntered up to them. She’d finally gotten a good look at his face. She smirked, and every man who caught sight of it was sure they wouldn’t forget it for years to come, was sure that was what they would shiver and pant over as their wives inexpertly made love to them in otherwise unsatisfying nights. Then the first impression of it left and they found themselves shivering for quite a different reason altogether.
“Seems you’ve got a bit of a dispute on your hands- mind if I help settle it, Akhileus?”
The first man was about to make a scathing remark about just what this woman could settle, but something caught him off-guard. “Have we met?” It was a bad sign if someone knew who you were and you had no clue about them.
She pouted. “No, but I’ve been dying to meet you.” She reached back and then a sword was in her hands, and Akhileus knew he’d been had. “Name’s Reila. Trust me, the pleasure’s all mine.”
Akhileus’s eyes widened comically. “The bounty hunter!?”
“One and the same.” Her smirk was definitely bordering on predatory now. “So, you going to make this fun or are you going to surrender?”
“The hell do you think- I ain’t going down like this!” shouted Akhileus, demon supporter and possible small-fry associate of Vergil’s. Reila readied herself for battle, only to find herself interrupted by a newcomer walking through the door.
Literally. That door didn’t stand a chance. The man burst through and splinters of wood cascaded on the heads of the unlucky patrons. It was enough abuse in one evening to make them swear off alcohol.
Almost.
Reila blinked in shock. “Dante!?”
“Reila?”
“Renna!” Her sister chirped from behind Dante. Reila glared at her but ignored her for more pressing issues.
“What do you know, seems our target’s the same.” Dante commented, his perpetually amused state easy to discern from the way he spoke. He walked over to her from the door, his electric-blue eyes not leaving Akhileus.
Fighting her smirk’s attempts to become something more like a full-fledged grin, Reila nodded. “Something else in common, Dante.” He rolled his eyes in response.
“Just don’t get in my way, Reila. A party’s no fun when there’s no room to dance.”
“Then you should have gotten here earlier, Dante. Rude to keep a woman waiting, you know.” She directed this statement at Dante but faced Akhileus, who whipped his eyes in between the two of them. One bounty hunter he could handle, but her and her friend? He was so screwed. Reila adjusted her sword so the tip gently pressed against her target’s throat, and a small trickle flowed down. The trickle wasn’t sweat.
“C’mon now, haven’t you heard of being fashionably late?”
Reila opened her mouth to reply, enjoying their banter far more than she had a right to, but was interrupted once again. Seems like Dante wasn’t the only one who believed in being fashionably late.
“Ha!” screeched Akhileus, “You thought you could scare me, you broad! Now who’s going down?” Those punks thought they were so smooth, but they didn’t stand a chance when they were surrounded by… demons? The hell?
In order to explain Akhileus’s confusion, it is necessary to understand that Akhileus wasn’t gifted with the enviable power of seeing things happen in slow motion, which is why he missed most of the ensuing action:
The reaper-like demons cut off all avenues of escape for Reila, Dante, and Renna. It was a good thing none of them were looking for an escape. The demons charged as one, a writhing mass of ill will and sharp scythes. The scythes did about as much damage as the ill will. Reila swung her sword around from its resting spot against Akhileus’s throat, nicking him again, and slashed the first attacker in two. Dante headed off the next two, grabbing their scythes and forcing them into each other. The bounty hunter used her free hand to toss her sister in the air (because annoying as she was, she was still family, and you don’t let family become an easy target) as Dante slid his gun out. Using the momentum from the throw, Reila leaned backwards, her back resting on the now crouching Dante’s to make him a pivot point so she could spin rapidly, blade flashing coldly in the dust mote light as it slid easily through the rest of the ghoulish apparitions. Dante finished off the ones she left behind with a single bullet, finding the perfect angle from his spot near the ground to hit them all in a straight line.
Reila spun off Dante as he stood, reached out an arm, and caught Renna. The decimation of their opponents had taken less than a minute. To Akhileus, there had been a blur of motion and then too much death to comprehend in that space of time.
Reila and Dante turned back to Akhileus. All color had fled his face. “Wh-what are you two?”
“A bounty hunter-”
“-and a demon hunter,” finished the man she loved.
Reila leaned in, and her smirk only played on the edges of sane. “But right now,” she exhaled, making Akhileus sweat despite himself, “we’re your interrogators. And trust me, you’re going to want to play nice.”
By~ starsmaycollide
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ｒｏｓｅ ｂｌｏｏｄ ｐｏｉｓｏｎ By~ho_ola_808 ~
X-mas story by Dreams and Pastries
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