Gonewithash

REMEPTION 1.0 “This is…blood?” A pool of black stain is floating in front, Reed is in great confusion, he thinks this stain can only be blood, but how can blood stain “floating” in the air? He wants to touch it, then he realized he is holding a pair of strange blade in his hands. They are like a pair of sickles, only with much longer blade as if scythes, the handles are familiar. “Aren’t they the same with my rapier sword?” Reed thought, and he found out there are similar blood stains all over the blade, dripping. After close observation Reed can tell the blood stains are unusual: they are d

Prologue The elven species, half-elf included, can never understand why would humans are fond of moons. In elven minds, moons are bound to evil creatures like vampire, werewolf or demons and undead. Especially when they are in crescent, the jagged edge of Huginn and Muninn—name of the moons in Nevermore—are just like a devil’s smile, the elf believe they will drain people’s thoughts and memories. In some ways, they are right, at least for the captive held in Weathervein tower. Moon light shins upon the barred windows can only raise the horror level of the small chamber now holds Laurel in prison. The Weathervein towe

The latest heaven forged shackles have arcane locks, which makes their hinged rings have no padlocks attach to them. Strawberries is not so fond of the design, she likes classic old padlock, when prisoner moves their shackled limbs, the padlocks’ shake will bring exciting momentum to prisoners and wards along with the chains. Well, shackles are still shackles, no matter what kind of lock they use; they are cool and good for prisoners. Strawberries thought, inspecting the prisoner trio now in front of her, waiting obediently for her to shackle them. Their harnesses had been removed but the collars stayed, and they seem learned lessons.

A leather strap choker plus a metal collar on a girl’s neck at the same time will definitely make her looks stiff. Aysis thought, she will remember that and will do this to her future captives. That will make them secured and look silly with a forced raising head. Just like her now. “…Now, ladies, as you may expected, I will put gags on you all, we just add various type of gags to prisoner’s restraining procedures. So you will have to get us to these little cute balls, or may be others, like I said, various types of gags.” Strawberries approaches the trio, now they stand separately right in front of their cell

“Run! Demons!” Strawberries and Mint shouted, turned around clumsily and hit the road. At the moment Rocky’s water spell just set out. The torrent sprung from her hands wrapped two defenseless angel girl together and made them fall on the dust. “HAHOHOHO… That’s for those dare oppose me!” Rocky laughed cockily. “Haha…Ughah…” The laughter becomes painful groaning, for sheer pains stroke Rocky’s head, like a stroke of sledgehammer. The defeating angels’ scene had quickly faded and turned to gloomy indoor place. “Owww, my head, did the angels just used made

“COOL! This is called ‘graffiti’, right? I’ll still be the first!” Cherry yelled, grabbed the marker from Rocky and tiptoed to lift her heels even higher. She wrote the words “DUMB CRYSTAL” along with a smiling cat face on the frame of the gate. “You little jerk! Stop grabbing things in my hands!” Rocky cried and snatched the marker back from Cherry, “And look at you, can’t you just write something funnier?” She quickly wrote “ANGELS WERE EVOLVED FROM PEGIONS” “Tee-hee, that is so true!” Cherry giggled, “Aysis, now’s your turn!”

“Life is…a beach! YAY! That’s what mortals are always talking about!” Hands in the air, clenches in the sunshine, shouts in the breeze, no doubt Cherry is in her completely joyful mood. Aysis curled her amethyst-like lips, “Yes, I can tell you could fly with those bare hands and arms, like stupid mortal always dreamt of. Would you be less embarrassing?” She shouted towards Cherry, who now waving and circling around the sand like a seeking bee. “Oww, just let her be, you know how our cherry pie like.” Said Rock Road, takes a nip of the oil-like emerald liquid in a crystal glass. “Such a