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Advisor looks around in the cold cell.

Two knights brings in a chained prisoner. They roughly push her in front of Advisor's feet.

The Demon Queen.

She doesn't look up. He speaks to her. He speaks in her language that only few know.

Queen raises her head and looks at him.

Her face is covered in blood and dirt. Her eyes are penetrating. She stares emotionlessly into Advisor's soul.

She's young. Too young. Too young to be a queen. Too young to die...

She grinds her teeth. Her mouth is a little shaky.

Even so, bloody and defeated, she is majestic.

The dark pair of eyes burn an ever deeper hole into the heart of Advisor. He wants to get down on his knees and beg for forgiveness. Instead he sends the knights away.

When they are alone, he crouches down in front of Queen. So face to face, a few inches away, the dark pair of eyes is even more special.

Pain. Deep, millennial pain. Suffering is written on the bones of her people. Carved into hers...

He reaches out and takes her face into his hand. Gently. For once, he doesn't want to hurt.

The first emotion on Queen's face is fear. Then pain.

"I won't hurt you" Advisor speaks her language again.

He won't hurt her...

"You won't hurt me...?"

"No" Queen closes her eyes. She leans into the touch, tears flowing unstoppably. On Queen's bloody face and Advisor's hands.

"Queen... stand up... please"

Advisor takes her arm and pulls her up. Queen takes her arm away from her stomach. A huge red stain soaks her shirt. She trembles so much that Advisor must catch her before she collapse.

He lays her gently on the ground and places his palm on the wound. His fingers light up, leaving only a dark stain behind the spell.

"I knew someone... who cured with magic..."

For the first time in years, Advisor began to regret leaving the palace...

A little girl is running down the streets.

The air is cold and nothing covers the full moon. The streets are empty. The street lamps are shining with a dim light. The windows closed, the doors locked. No one knows, no one wants to know about what's happening on these streets.

A dark figure is running down the streets.

Full-bodied, not athletic, but strong and fast enough to catch up with the girl. She turns one wrong corner and the cat and mouse game is over. He is persistent, she is tired and scared.

A shadow is gliding down the streets.

He keeps an eye on the little girl and the figure. She turns the wrong corner. The man follows her, trapping her in a dark little alley. The Villain goes after them.

The man grabs the little girl, his hands going places it's not supposed to. The little girl's screams are heard only by the Villain.

Before the man can take off the girl's clothes, cold fingers run around his neck.

Villain's grip is getting tighter. The man lets her go and desperately tries to pull Villain's hand away. In vain.

Villain pushes him onto his back. The man sprawls on the ground. Before he can get up, Villain's knife is at his throat.

The little girl crawls into the corner and begins to sob softly. Villain's eyes soften. He hits the man in the head hard enough to knock him unconscious.

"Hey, it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you"

His voice is soft, soothing. He puts away the knife and reaches out to the girl.

"Come on, let's go home"

She stands up in disbelief and steps closer.

"It's going to be alright, but you have to go home, okay?"

The little girl follows Villain, who takes her by the hand and walks her home.

"Please be very careful next time"

He makes sure she gets in the house and then walks back to the alley.

- »♪✯★✯♪« -

A man's dead body was found this morning. The victim was brutally executed. Several parts of his body were removed, and his internal organs were destroyed. He was beaten and stabbed. According to the doctors, he was still alive when the perpetrator mutilated and tortured him. Neighbors said they were amazed they didn't hear his screams. Next to the man's body, a message was written on the wall with the victim's blood, presumably by the perpetrator:

"Memento mori!"

Latin text means "Remember death"

With all the respect you think I deserve, which is nothing...

Have you ever had the feminine urge to stab a man in his stomach until his organs fall out?

You’ll taste me on your lips

You’ll feel me in your bones

You can search through every heart

But mine will always be your home.

You can try to forget my voice

Or my starstruck eyes

But you’ll never rid yourself of me

No matter how hard you try

- c.a. beck

it genuinely makes me sad that “happy wife, happy life” is a phrase that means “I make my wife happy because if I don’t she’ll be annoying and fuck up my day” when it should mean “I keep my wife happy because seeing her smile genuinely makes my heart light up with mirth, I love hearing her joyful laugh, I love making her happy”

words to use instead of running?

Running—to go faster than a walk

Barreling - to move at a high speed or without hesitation

Blazing - of outstanding power, speed, heat, or intensity

Bounding - to move by leaping

Cantering - to move at or as if at a canter (i.e., a 3-beat gait resembling but smoother and slower than the gallop); loping

Careening - to proceed or move quickly

Coursing - to proceed or move quickly

Dashing - to go at a pace faster than a walk

Galloping - progressing, developing, or increasing rapidly

Hastening - to move or act quickly

Hieing - to go quickly; hasten

Hurtling - to move rapidly or forcefully

Hurrying - to carry or cause to go with haste

Hustling - hasten, hurry

Jogging - to run or ride at a slow trot

Loping - an easy usually bounding gait capable of being sustained for a long time

Racing - to proceed or move quickly

Ripping - to proceed or move quickly

Rushing - to cause to move or proceed fast or faster

Scampering - to run nimbly and usually playfully about

Scooting - to move swiftly

Scurrying - to move in or as if in a brisk pace; scampering

Scuttling - scurry; a short swift run

Skipping - to move or proceed with leaps and bounds or with a skip

Speeding - to make haste

Springing - to make a leap or series of leaps

Sprinting - to run or go at top speed especially for a short distance

Tearing - to proceed or move quickly

Tripping - to go at a pace faster than a walk

Trotting - to proceed briskly; hurrying

Zipping - to move, act, or function with speed and vigor

Hope this helps with your writing. Do tag me, or send me a link. I'd love to read your work!

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Villain was staring at the ceiling. They forgot again. They forgot Villain's birthday.

They're used to it. Of course they are. But they hoped that at least Supervillain would remember it. After all, they love them.

Supervillain was working late. Again. As if this day wasn't special at all.

They're not going to be home until midnight. At least that's what they said. But the opening of the front door suggested otherwise.

Villain raised their head. Footsteps echoed through the house and stopped behind them. Before Villain could do anything, someone pulled a sack over their head. They kicked and punched, but the other one was much stronger than them.

"Happy birthday, darling"

Supervillain pulled the sack off of Villain's head. As their eyes adjust to the light, Villain finds themself in front of a set table. In the middle of the table is a black cake with Villain's name on it. Next to the cake is a covered tray.

Supervillain steps next to the tray and lifts the cloth that covered it.

On the tray is the dead body of the Hero, dressed in beautiful clothes, as if smiling. Tied on their wrist is a red bow.

Viialin's eyes fill with tears.

"You don't like it?" Supervillain sounds a little worried.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone ever done for me..."

Supervillain sighs in relief.

"Anything for you, darling"

Writing Prompt #2378

"I have spat in the faces of gods and lived. I am the one who reduced the orders to ashes. I defy all limitations and expectations. And you? Pathetic, little whelp, you sincerely trust in the paltry alliances you gathered, and believe them enough for an enemy of my caliber? I rewrite worlds. You wish to find truths in false prophecy."

Hero is looking in the mirror with a dissatisfied look on their face.

"It's terrible" they say to themselves as they adjust their clothes.

"I think it's perfect" Villain's reflection appears behind them in the mirror. "Just like you…" They whisper into Hero's ear, their hands slide to Hero's side.

"I told you not to come" Their voice is dismal.

"You know, you don't have to do this" Villain pulls them closer, their chin rests on Hero's shoulder. Hero sighs.

"Please Villain. You have to understand. There's no other way"

"I could marry you"

"No, you can't. No one would let it."

"That's bullshit. Come with me. Who cares about anyone else's opinion? You want it, don't you?"

"Yes, yes I do. But I can't"

"You don't have to marry that jerk"

"My family wants it" Hero sighs again. They hate the idea, of course they do, but that's not that simple.

"Come with me. Get yourself kidnapped, fake your own dead, run away, anything. Please..." Hero hate that Villain's right. There are so many ways. But they remember Superhero's words. If they try to leave, everyone they love will be in danger. More than they could ever imagine.

"I can't" they shake their head again. Villain's eyes became even sadder. They step away, turn Hero towards themselves and push them to the wall. They lean close to Hero's ear and whisper.

"I love you, more than anything in this world. I would kill, I would die, I would even live for you, darling. I will move heaven and hell to save you, even if it means selling my own soul. I will protect you with my last breath. I won't let everyone to touch you, or even look at you. It only takes a word of yours and I cover the earth with ash and dust and eternally burning flames or flowers and life and laugh and joy. I would do whatever you want, whatever it takes for you to be happy. So I'm not letting you marrying someone as cruel as Superhero. They don't deserve such beautiful and pure person like you."

Hero close their eyes, not letting the tears flow.

"You only have to ask, darling and I tear that idiot apart. I'll make them regret they were born."

Hero wraps their arms around Villain and pulls them close. They bury their face in their chest and start crying. Villain hugs them tighter and starts caressing their back.

"Shh... It's okay, sweetheart... I'll take care of it"

Hero hides their face in villain's chest. They continue to sob and draw even closer to the criminal. Villain strokes their head soothingly.

"I love you..." Hero murmurs.

"You can't..."

"But I do..."

Villain sights painfully.

"I know…"

Angel was always careful. They knew a lot of places to hide. Where no one could find them. Not even Demon.

But this time, it was different. They wanted someone to find them, to help them. They knew it's impossible. Nobody came, nobody cared.

While lying on the ground and unable to move, unable to care for their wounds, they think that there is no more. The Other Demons were not joking. They didn't stop. And Angel hardly managed to escape.

So they wait... Wait for death, for relief, for the pain to go away.

"Angel…"

It must be a dream. They're hearing voices.

"Angel… Are you alive…?"

No... They hope not...

Why is this voice is so familiar? Are they imagining things?

Angel opens their eyes. A blurred figure stands next to them. A familiar figure... Demon.

They instinctively cringe, try to defend themselves but fail.

"Hey, it's okay... I'm not going to hurt you. I promise..." Demon's voice is soothing and surprisingly kind. Angel's body relaxes and they close their eyes again. "You have to sleep, so I can heal you, alright?" Demon slowly starts caressing their cheek. Angel trembles at the soft touch. They're not used to anything like this. "I'll help you sleep..." Demon starts humming softly. They voice is as soft as their touch. Angel begins to fall asleep while listening to Demon's song.

i've dreamed about what's above the skies

where it's filled with joy and no more cries

where angels sing sweet lullabies

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

I've dreamed about your open chest,

your beating heart, your bones and flesh,

I've heard your prayers in the night

don't cry, oh darling, don't cry...

They know this song, but they've never heard it before from a demon. It's different...

Angel feels as the pain passes and it becomes more and more difficult for them to stay awake.

They look at Demon again. They feel strangely safe...

They close their eyes and fall asleep next to their enemy, in a place where they're not supposed to know about.

Villain hated winter. The snow, the cold. Everything was so white and bright and... clear. They hated it.

Yet they are still here. In the knee-deep snow. Looking for the Hero. And they don't really know why.

The Villain haven't seen them in a few days. They started to worry when they didn't come when they blew up a building. They usually do. But not this time.

Villain hated to admit, but (if only a little) they cared for the Hero. Their Hero...

They didn't want them to get hurt. Not if by someone else.

So they were out in the cold forest almost for hours to find that idiot. Their idiot...

The villain got more and more annoyed and cold with every second. They were thinking about going home and letting the Hero be wherever they are.

Suddenly they blood froze. And not from the cold.

They see bloody tracks in the knee-deep snow in front of them. Their worst guesses are confirmed as they follow the tracks.

A few meters away, they see the Hero's body. Covered with deep wounds and blood. They don't move, not even wince when Villain squats down next to them.

This can't be real... This can't happen...

The Villain's heart sinks as he turns the Hero on his back to get a better look at the wounds. Their first thought is to help them. To embrace them. To take them home. To tend to their wounds. To take care of them.

So they carefully reach under them and lift them up, being careful not to cause pain. As the Hero's body twitches from their touch, a huge, unstoppable, pure rage overwhelms them. They want to know who did this. A name, an address, anything information about that bastard that dared to hurt the Hero. Their Hero...