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Authors: Amaris Laurent, Jonathan D. Alexanders IX
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had never felt anything like it. It was a hate so strong that it exceeded my own. If it were power, it could have burned the heavens and consumed the flames of hell.”
“Shit!” said Robert as he lit up a blunt and sat there in a junkie-like daze captivated by every word Illicit spoke.
“As I stood over this dying girl I knew I had to have her. So I possessed her dying soul and immediately began to feed off of the hate which was inside her without her even knowing I was there.”
Robert stared Illicit up and down, intimidated at her power. Yet still, with all of the lines of coke he snorted, he couldn’t help but formed an erection from her immaculate body.
Robert inhaled a tote from the blunt and coughed hard. “So what, this bitch doesn’t even know you're inside of her?”
Robert’s veins began to bulge and blood began seeping out of his mouth and nose once more.
“If I were you, I would watch who you call bitch,” said Illicit as her eyes turned crimson red. “But no, Mizuki’s unaware of my existence inside of her. She’s in a personal hell. While I possess her and take control of her body, in her mind she’s reliving the experience of being raped by those men over and over again. It’s her hate that fuels my existence and each time she relives it, the hate grows stronger.”
Robert cuffed his hand under his nose to try and stop the blood, “If you're this all powerful goddess, then what the fuck do you want with me?”
“I needed a willing sacrifice to be offered and you gave me that when you jumped off the building and gave yourself up to me,” Illicit responded. "Do you know how hard it is to find someone who's willing to be a sacrifice and give up their life so effortlessly? I have been waiting centuries to find such a soul.”
“I was high when I jumped. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on."
Illicit looked down at Robert with pity. “A sacrifice has no prerequisite. The only qualification of a sacrifice is a willingness to give up their life. And you were that. But to answer your question, you're going to help me free the parts of myself that are locked in the deviants of Japan.”
“How?”
“With this yakuza war,” Illicit responded. “You’re going to help me turn things up. We’re going to make the Inato think it's the Fukushimas attacking them and vice versa until their blood overflow the streets. The more soldiers that die, the more my soul will be released.”
“How exactly do you want me to turn things up?"
“I have a plan in play for that. I’m going to make this personal and kill everything that's associated with any of the yakuza clans, with the exception of the Fukushima’s vice lords."
“Why the fuck is they exempt from being killed?"
Illicit smirked. “Because they're the fuel that fires my hate. The families' stupid war killed my best friend and they will pay when the time comes."
“After we kill all these people, then what?"
Illicit walked to the balcony and proceeded to look at the crimson moon once more. "Then everything will be in place to free my beloved from his prison.”
AFTER SAKURAGICHŌ ( 桜木町 後 )
She couldn't wait for the news that had been plaguing her mind for months.
"The Reagan's back," thought Yuki to herself.
For Imari “Yuki” Williams, this was a complete relief; especially since she was anticipating the return of her African-American father from deployment, Lieutenant Commander Anthony Williams, Operations Officer for the aircraft carrier USS RONALD REAGAN.
Not only did it meant her mother Yuka would be pleased to have him back so she wouldn't bring her depression of sorts in her direction. In an indirect way, this meant she was going to get income coming in thanks to the new kids who wanted to get tattoos to mark their journey and all the ports they visited in the Pacific area of responsibility.
When she was
“Shit!” said Robert as he lit up a blunt and sat there in a junkie-like daze captivated by every word Illicit spoke.
“As I stood over this dying girl I knew I had to have her. So I possessed her dying soul and immediately began to feed off of the hate which was inside her without her even knowing I was there.”
Robert stared Illicit up and down, intimidated at her power. Yet still, with all of the lines of coke he snorted, he couldn’t help but formed an erection from her immaculate body.
Robert inhaled a tote from the blunt and coughed hard. “So what, this bitch doesn’t even know you're inside of her?”
Robert’s veins began to bulge and blood began seeping out of his mouth and nose once more.
“If I were you, I would watch who you call bitch,” said Illicit as her eyes turned crimson red. “But no, Mizuki’s unaware of my existence inside of her. She’s in a personal hell. While I possess her and take control of her body, in her mind she’s reliving the experience of being raped by those men over and over again. It’s her hate that fuels my existence and each time she relives it, the hate grows stronger.”
Robert cuffed his hand under his nose to try and stop the blood, “If you're this all powerful goddess, then what the fuck do you want with me?”
“I needed a willing sacrifice to be offered and you gave me that when you jumped off the building and gave yourself up to me,” Illicit responded. "Do you know how hard it is to find someone who's willing to be a sacrifice and give up their life so effortlessly? I have been waiting centuries to find such a soul.”
“I was high when I jumped. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on."
Illicit looked down at Robert with pity. “A sacrifice has no prerequisite. The only qualification of a sacrifice is a willingness to give up their life. And you were that. But to answer your question, you're going to help me free the parts of myself that are locked in the deviants of Japan.”
“How?”
“With this yakuza war,” Illicit responded. “You’re going to help me turn things up. We’re going to make the Inato think it's the Fukushimas attacking them and vice versa until their blood overflow the streets. The more soldiers that die, the more my soul will be released.”
“How exactly do you want me to turn things up?"
“I have a plan in play for that. I’m going to make this personal and kill everything that's associated with any of the yakuza clans, with the exception of the Fukushima’s vice lords."
“Why the fuck is they exempt from being killed?"
Illicit smirked. “Because they're the fuel that fires my hate. The families' stupid war killed my best friend and they will pay when the time comes."
“After we kill all these people, then what?"
Illicit walked to the balcony and proceeded to look at the crimson moon once more. "Then everything will be in place to free my beloved from his prison.”
AFTER SAKURAGICHŌ ( 桜木町 後 )
She couldn't wait for the news that had been plaguing her mind for months.
"The Reagan's back," thought Yuki to herself.
For Imari “Yuki” Williams, this was a complete relief; especially since she was anticipating the return of her African-American father from deployment, Lieutenant Commander Anthony Williams, Operations Officer for the aircraft carrier USS RONALD REAGAN.
Not only did it meant her mother Yuka would be pleased to have him back so she wouldn't bring her depression of sorts in her direction. In an indirect way, this meant she was going to get income coming in thanks to the new kids who wanted to get tattoos to mark their journey and all the ports they visited in the Pacific area of responsibility.
When she was
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