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Covering the cities of Bay St. Louis, Pass Christian, Long Beach, Gulfport, Biloxi, D'Iberville, Ocean Springs, & Pascagoula.
2023.04.02 07:46 ehavery my yearly progress (45/100) 🥰
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2023.04.02 07:11 _Triple_ [STORE] 900+ KNIVES/GLOVES/SKINS, 50.000$+ INVENTORY. M9 Fade, M4 Poseidon, Kara Gamma, BFK Freehand, BFK Bright Water, Spec Gloves Kimono, Nomad Fade, M9 Doppler, Skeleton, BFK B.Steel, AWP Fade, Stiletto Fade, S.Gloves Slingshot, BFK Ultra, Kara Damas, Bayo Lore, Bayo Gamma, Flip Fade & A Lot More
Everything in my inventory is up for trade. The most valuable items are listed here, the rest you can find in My Inventory
Feel free to Add Me or even better send a Trade Offer. Open for any suggestions: upgrades, downgrades / knives, gloves, skins / stickers, patterns, floats.
All Buyouts are listed in cash value.
KNIVES
★ Butterfly Knife Freehand FN #1, B/O: $1867
★ Butterfly Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $1098
★ Butterfly Knife Blue Steel BS, B/O: $907
★ Butterfly Knife Ultraviolet FT, B/O: $789
★ Butterfly Knife Stained FT, B/O: $695
⎯★ Bayonet Tiger Tooth MW #1, B/O: $888
★ Bayonet Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $727
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $608
★ Bayonet Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $521
★ Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $253
★ Bayonet Night FT, B/O: $251
★ StatTrak™ Bayonet Lore MW, B/O: $751
⎯★ Karambit Gamma Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1343
★ Karambit Damascus Steel FT, B/O: $774
★ Karambit Rust Coat BS, B/O: $537
★ Karambit Boreal Forest FT, B/O: $488
⎯★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Fade FN, B/O: $1523
★ M9 Bayonet Doppler (Phase 4) FN, B/O: $1008
★ M9 Bayonet Blue Steel FT, B/O: $534
★ M9 Bayonet Rust Coat BS, B/O: $449
⎯★ Flip Knife Fade FN, B/O: $703
★ Flip Knife Gamma Doppler (Phase 1) MW, B/O: $509
★ Flip Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $406
★ Flip Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $228
★ StatTrak™ Flip Knife Bright Water FN, B/O: $332
⎯★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 2) FN, B/O: $292
★ Falchion Knife Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $264
★ Falchion Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Falchion Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $133
⎯★ Stiletto Knife Fade FN, B/O: $822
★ Stiletto Knife Slaughter FN, B/O: $569
★ Stiletto Knife Doppler (Phase 1) FN, B/O: $530
★ Stiletto Knife Crimson Web FT, B/O: $396
★ StatTrak™ Stiletto Knife Scorched FT, B/O: $172
⎯★ Gut Knife Doppler (Sapphire) MW #1, B/O: $830
★ Gut Knife Fade FN, B/O: $204
★ Gut Knife Tiger Tooth FN, B/O: $138
★ Gut Knife Bright Water MW, B/O: $104
★ Gut Knife Freehand FT, B/O: $92
★ Gut Knife Urban Masked FT, B/O: $82
★ StatTrak™ Gut Knife Rust Coat BS, B/O: $93
⎯★ Shadow Daggers Fade FN, B/O: $258
★ Shadow Daggers Doppler (Phase 3) FN, B/O: $165
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Bright Water FT, B/O: $82
★ Shadow Daggers Blue Steel WW, B/O: $80
★ Shadow Daggers Rust Coat BS, B/O: $74
★ StatTrak™ Shadow Daggers Marble Fade FN, B/O: $186
⎯★ Classic Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $311
★ StatTrak™ Classic Knife Stained BS, B/O: $163
⎯★ Talon Knife Slaughter MW, B/O: $605
★ Talon Knife Scorched MW, B/O: $290
⎯★ Ursus Knife Marble Fade FN, B/O: $405
★ Ursus Knife Night Stripe MW, B/O: $162
⎯★ Paracord Knife Stained WW, B/O: $125
★ Paracord Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
★ Paracord Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $96
⎯★ Navaja Knife Safari Mesh FT, B/O: $71
★ Navaja Knife Scorched WW, B/O: $71
⎯★ Nomad Knife Fade FN, B/O: $1015
★ Skeleton Knife, B/O: $909
★ Bowie Knife Boreal Forest MW, B/O: $106
★ Survival Knife Forest DDPAT FT, B/O: $97
GLOVES
★ Driver Gloves Crimson Weave FT, B/O: $335
★ Driver Gloves King Snake BS, B/O: $270
★ Driver Gloves Lunar Weave WW, B/O: $113
★ Driver Gloves Overtake WW, B/O: $88
★ Driver Gloves Overtake BS, B/O: $67
⎯★ Moto Gloves Transport MW, B/O: $171
★ Moto Gloves Polygon BS, B/O: $137
★ Moto Gloves Transport WW, B/O: $71
★ Moto Gloves 3rd Commando Company BS, B/O: $62
⎯★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Kimono WW, B/O: $1027
★ Specialist Gloves Tiger Strike FT, B/O: $654
★ Specialist Gloves Mogul FT, B/O: $295
★ Specialist Gloves Lt. Commander FT, B/O: $277
★ Specialist Gloves Crimson Web FT, B/O: $275
⎯★ Sport Gloves Slingshot FT, B/O: $796
★ Sport Gloves Amphibious BS #2, B/O: $699
★ Sport Gloves Omega FT, B/O: $656
⎯★ Broken Fang Gloves Unhinged BS, B/O: $60
WEAPONS
AK-47 Case Hardened BS, B/O: $130
AK-47 Bloodsport MW, B/O: $79
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Fuel Injector BS, B/O: $76
AK-47 Bloodsport FT, B/O: $70
AK-47 Neon Rider MW, B/O: $60
⎯AWP Fade FN, B/O: $864
AWP BOOM MW, B/O: $84
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Containment Breach FT, B/O: $69
AWP Wildfire FT, B/O: $59
AWP Chromatic Aberration FN, B/O: $59
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
StatTrak™ AWP Hyper Beast FT, B/O: $65
⎯Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Blaze FN, B/O: $565
Desert Eagle Printstream FN, B/O: $155
Desert Eagle Cobalt Disruption FN, B/O: $58
⎯M4A1-S Icarus Fell FN, B/O: $414
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
M4A1-S Printstream MW, B/O: $204
⎯M4A4 Poseidon FN, B/O: $1402
M4A4 The Emperor FN, B/O: $152
M4A4 Asiimov WW, B/O: $97
⎯USP-S Kill Confirmed MW, B/O: $65
USP-S Printstream FT, B/O: $69
StatTrak™ USP-S Kill Confirmed FT, B/O: $123
StatTrak™ USP-S Neo-Noir FN, B/O: $106
⎯AUG Flame Jörmungandr FN, B/O: $218
P2000 Ocean Foam FN, B/O: $139
Souvenir SSG 08 Death Strike MW, B/O: $81
CZ75-Auto Emerald Quartz MW, B/O: $61
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2023.04.02 07:09 BluishHearts 42 [M4F] #LosAngeles : Romance, Kisses & Mind-Body Bliss For a "Good Girl", a Faithful Lady with Natural Beauty
Looking for my misses to devote my kisses, and some of the best parts of my mind and body, giving, caring, sharing in mutual deep sexy loving mind-body bliss. I enjoy being romantic and sensual, but getting to know each other before being physical to prevent hurt feelings. Casual stuff is not fun enough, plus it's risky and leaves one feeling empty. I also feel it's disrespectful, like saying someone is not good enough for more than a temporary, disposable bodily function. I feel if someone is worth your time, it's not a big ask to be faithful, whether dating shorter or longer term. Of course I must be able to prove why I'm worth being faithful for, which can be part of the fun. My passions to persuade a lady to be mine relates to her being having feminine features I prefer, learning her personality and pleasure preferences. Early on, we should verify if there is mutual attraction.
I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
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I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
2023.04.02 06:58 BluishHearts 42 [M4F] #LosAngeles : Romance, Kisses & Mind-Body Bliss For a "Good Girl", a Faithful Young Lady with Natural Beauty
Looking for my misses to devote my kisses, and some of the best parts of my mind and body, giving, caring, sharing in mutual deep sexy loving mind-body bliss. I enjoy being romantic and sensual, but getting to know each other before being physical to prevent hurt feelings. Casual stuff is not fun enough, plus it's risky and leaves one feeling empty. I also feel it's disrespectful, like saying someone is not good enough for more than a temporary, disposable bodily function. I feel if someone is worth your time, it's not a big ask to be faithful, whether dating shorter or longer term. Of course I must be able to prove why I'm worth being faithful for, which can be part of the fun. My passions to persuade a lady to be mine relates to her being having feminine features I prefer, learning her personality and pleasure preferences. Early on, we should verify if there is mutual attraction.
I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
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I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
2023.04.02 06:43 BluishHearts 42 [M4F] #LosAngeles : Kisses, Romance & Mind-Body Bliss For a "Good Girl", a Faithful, Sexy, Young Lady
Looking for my misses to devote my kisses, and some of the best parts of my mind and body, giving, caring, sharing in mutual deep sexy loving mind-body bliss. I enjoy being romantic and sensual, but getting to know each other before being physical to prevent hurt feelings. Casual stuff is not fun enough, plus it's risky and leaves one feeling empty. I also feel it's disrespectful, like saying someone is not good enough for more than a temporary, disposable bodily function. I feel if someone is worth your time, it's not a big ask to be faithful, whether dating shorter or longer term. Of course I must be able to prove why I'm worth being faithful for, which can be part of the fun. My passions to persuade a lady to be mine relates to her being having feminine features I prefer, learning her personality and pleasure preferences. Early on, we should verify if there is mutual attraction.
I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
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I'm mostly mellow, chill, but can be wildly affectionate in ways with my lady, indoors and out, and appreciate nature, culture, arts and architecture around Los Angeles and SoCal. I love to share pleasurable and mentally stimulating, creative experiences, mixed with making out to making love for hours, deeply satisfying your mind and body. I can take charge, teaching, being patient, but I can also switch roles, learning, letting you be in control. I like regular exercise, and partner stretching, massages with workouts. I mainly like straight to wavy-curly hair styles, any color. I go for a petite busty curvy body, up to a healthy, fuller figure, pinup model type and other features I can explain. I like what I consider to be natural beauty, not cake-face, highly filtered Insta, lip injected LA looks, or with elective surgery, fake, enhanced body parts. I'm not anti-makeup, winged eyeliner can look hot. I'm white, attractive, in good shape, grey blue eyes, wavy brownish hair, never married, no children, kind of edgy artist skater musician looks that cleans up well.
2023.04.02 06:27 volleyballenthusiast My sister, everyone. I’m not triggered you are
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2023.04.02 06:03 Future_Ad_3485 The Swallow and the Mad Hatter Part Six: Sins Haunt the Deepest Parts
Rows and rows of corn rustled in the early autumn breeze, eleven year old me danced around the farm. Glancing down at my hands, my eleven year old hands had replaced mine. The brief escape from my masters wouldn’t last long, dogs barked in the distance. Smoothing out my white sweater, my dark denim skirt fluttered in the breeze. Pulling my hair into a ponytail, I still needed more time. Sprinting into the corn, stalks smacked my face. Horror rounded my eyes, heavy paws crashed behind me. Skidding to a stop, my faceless master held me down, allowing the dogs to bite me. Tortured screams burst from my lips, their teeth sinking into my legs and arms.
“I’ll teach you not to run, Swallow!” His deep voice barked ferociously, the heel of his boot pushing my face into the dirt. “You belong to us! Boys, let’s go home. You have to walk home to get bites stitched up. See you if you make it.” Ditching me to bleed out, the sunshine changed to moonlight. Dirt covered up my hands, my body protesting as I struggled to my feet. Limping out of the field, an eleven year old boy with ruby eyes popped up in front of me. Running his hand through his onyx hair, he adjusted his top hat. Taking my hand, my eyes couldn’t leave his pinstripe suit.
“You won’t remember this but we will meet in the future. Hold on for a bit longer.” He promised lovingly, kissing my forehead. “I am going to heal you and you will keep marching forward. I am going to leave you with this.” Kissing my lips passionately, a bright light healed my wounds. The light died down, the boy was gone. I could run but where would I go? Home wasn’t an option, my hands crossing. Sinking to my knees, my fingers traced the layers of bruises and cuts on my skin. Pain was all I knew, the harsh whip of harmful words tearing me down by the day. Wiping away my tears, storm clouds brewed over my head. Time passed, the corn dying and growing in speed motion. Glancing down at them, my regular hands had returned. Eleven year old me walked out of the cornfield, her arms folded across her chest.
“Wake up and stop wallowing in the past!” She spat at me, her bare feet marching up to me. “Don’t be such a pathetic loser.” Inky blackness dyed her eyes, her form shifting to a glitching shadow. Clawed hands reached out to me, my clammy fingers playing with the hem of my blouse. Snapping his fingers, a force woke me up.
Jerking awake, the field of corn swayed in front of me. Patting my body, my usual outfit covered my body. My chest tightened, every breath shortening. Pale moonlight bathed the endless sea of corn, involuntary tears slid down my cheeks. Demy, I needed Demy. Struggling to stand, barking in the distance sent me ten feet in the air. Cupping my ears, a happy mutt ran up to me. His shaggy brown fur was matted with mud, a tag shining in the moonlight. Taking deep breaths, my heart rate settled down. Crouching down to his level, an address greeting me. Shifting through my magic boots, soft leather grazed my fingers. Pulling it out, the dog sat still while I struggled toclick it on. Walking him onto the street, storm clouds brewed over my head. A familiar energy sent chills up my spine, his tail wagging at an unassuming house. The canary colonial loomed over me, one light flickered in the window. The dog went berserk, his barks echoing in the night. Pointing the nose to the shadowy treeline, the glitching shadow figure stepped out of the shadows. Undoing the leash, a pat on his butt sent him back into the house.
“Let’s take this somewhere else. You called me and kidnapped a dog to get me to you.” I growled through a wall of tears, fighting the impending anxiety attack. “I want to fight you away from people. No deserves the chaos you can bring.” A sly grin danced across his lips, wicked laughter rumbling in his throat. Snapping his fingers, the home faded to the torched remains of the training facilities. The memory of me burning it down when I was eleven haunted my mind, the screams of the dying people broke me down in seconds. Collapsing to my knees, vomit flew up my throat. Circling me, his slow claps sank me deeper into my guilt.
“I was born here because of your sins. I am the combination of all the souls you killed that day. We want you dead. You don’t deserve happiness.” He barked bitterly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “You have to pay for your sins. There is no way you can have the fruit of a good life after what you did.” It had been an accident, my foot knocking down a candle on flammable chemicals the moment I fell in. Shaking my head, my body rocked back and forth.
“It was an accident!” I blurted out desperately, ripping his arms off of me. “I accidentally knocked over a candle and the flames landed into a vat of chemicals. I tried to warn everybody and you didn’t listen. You thought I was lying. It was your boss who said to let it all burn. Yell at him.” Ripping my head back, his mouth opened up. Ashes flowed into my throat, a coughing fit taking over. The dry material tasted horrendous, nausea wracking my body.
“Do you mind leaving my little Swallow alone?” Demy called out from the shadows, his gun aimed for the shadows head. “Hell of a trick you played there, buddy. Pulling somebody through their dreams. What do you have to say about yourself?” Cocking his brow, fury seethed in his eyes. The shadow refused to let me go, my past literally holding me back. Coughing up the rest of the ash, a stinger extended from his wrists. Pressing it into my neck, my vision blurred. Every cell in me wanted to die, the guilt eating away at my soul. So many screams rang in my ear, the crackling of a fire stealing me away from my current reality. Tears welled up in my eyes, my composure slipping away.
“Our only pathway to Heaven is to kill her so we can move on.” He hissed evilly, pushing it through my neck. “Your little swallow will soon be dead.” Ripping it out, blood poured down my neck. A cry from Demy snapped me back to reality, his bullet whizzing by my head. Mouthing a healing spell, the wound sealed shut. Jumping to my feet, the shadow popped up behind me. Jamming my elbow into his chest, he cried out. Clapping my hands, the three of us stood in the cornfield. The bad part is that we were separated, Demy’s voice calling out to me. Panic gripped me at the silence around me, knowing the next victim.
“Be quiet or he will find you!” I shouted over hooting owls, an idea coming to mind. Digging around with my boot, my fingers curled around my staff. Fire seemed out of the option, my mind moving to air. Slamming the tip of my staff on the loose dirt, a blast of air shot me closer to the moon. Scanning the field for Demy, the shadow and him were battling. Aiming my feet for the space in between them, a cloud of dirt obscured my clumsy landing. Confidence faded to horror, the shadow bursting into flames. Shoving Demy out of the way, his flaming hand grasped my arm. The smell of burning flesh nauseated me, the tip of my scythe slammed into his guts. Loosening his grip, his arm touched a stalk of corn. A steady stream of curse words flowed freely from my lips, the flames spreading with an alarming speed. The heat warmed up my cheeks, my angry burn screaming in protest.
“Rain from Hell, Shower us with the gift of water.” I chanted confidently, storm clouds thundering to life. Heavy raindrops crashed to the top of my head, a defiant grin spreading across my determined face. The flames died out before they hit the nearest home, black stalks smoking into the sky. The shadow stumbled back, my swift kicks knocking them to the ground. Pinning him down with my heel, the tip of my staff pressed into his neck. Extending his stinger, a shrill scream matched the next rumble of thunder as he jammed it into my leg. Unable to move my heel, ravens cawed behind me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, Demy’s massive blade of his scythe stabbing us both. The shadow creature seized, his body decaying to dust. Copper poisoned my taste buds, inky blood staining my teeth. Wheezing, he ripped out from my stomach. Blood painted my blouse, his scythe swinging towards my neck. Blocking his attack with my staff, tears stained my cheeks. The wound refused to heal, my tone growing shakier by the second.
“Demy! Stop it!” I pleaded desperately, his scythe smashing into my staff. “Remember when you visited me when I was eleven! I know you lied about watching me a year ago. You have been watching me my whole life. You know everything about me and you chose to keep that a secret. I am not even freaked out by it. I need you to come back so I can marry you.” His hard expression softened, my staff splashing in the mud. Lowering his scythe, black smoke curled off of my palms. Helping him tuck it into his hat, the ravens flew back into his top hat. Our hair clung to his face, his shattered expression falling on my wound. Shivering in the rain, he guided my head to his neck.
“I am so sorry that I hurt!” He sobbed into my ear, my fangs extending over my lips. “Drink what you need to heal.” Sinking my teeth into his neck, his arms held me like his life depended on it. Drinking my fill, his eyes refused to meet mine. The rain hid his tears, my trembling hands placing his hat on head. A bright light sealed my wound shut, a wave of relief washing over me. Sobs shook our bodies, the two of us shivering. Cupping his face, my lips kissed him feverishly.
“Now it is my turn.” I wept softly with a quiet smile, his shame filled eyes not leaving my loving gaze. “I may have forgotten that day but your words kept me going. You didn’t do anything wrong, you simply lost control. Weapons can devour you if you aren’t careful. I can heal. Wounds end, my heart would break if you weren’t by my side. Please stay by my side.” Pressing his forehead against mine, his slender hand cupped my cheek. Taking a couple of deep breaths, a slight fear still haunted his eyes. The crunching of my calf bone fusing back together stole the moment, a fit of laughter bursting from our lips.
“I don’t really have a choice.” He teased blithely, his crooked grin melting my heart. “Je t’aime plus que le monde.” Understanding French, my heart fluttered. Scooping up my staff, it shrank back down. Tucking it into my boot, my hand took his. Dragging him out of the destroyed cornfield, the rain slowed to a stop. Tugging him along, his arm kept the branches from his scratching his face. Taking a couple of turns, his breath hitched at the sea of red and oranges spreading underneath the steely gray cliff. Sitting down on the edge, my head rested against his shoulder.
“This is where I always hid from them to get away from my masters before I burned the building down. I always had a place to go.” I commented serenely, his hand cupping mine. “I accidentally set the fire that day. The guilt eats at me everyday. What can I say?” Leaves rustled behind me, the hollow steps of my fellow co-workers boots weren’t that far behind. Pushing him off the cliff, my finger ripped out my staff. Gears whirred, the staff bending at a forty-five degree angle. A mix of golden and scarlet feathers burst from the metal frame, a metal bar coming down. Gripping the metal bar, I pulled myself up. Demy hung on for dear life, my slender fingers stealing his gun. Ripping it from his pocket, the gun hissed upon my touch. Crossing my legs, the scope helped me get a line of three them. Alarm widened my eyes, a helicopter floating up behind me. Leaning back, my aim quivered on the engine that I built. Undoing the safety, a quick yank of the trigger sent a bullet towards the gas tank. Flying up close to the open door, simple white masked assassins greeted me. Perfect, they were ranked lower than me. Evil laughter rumbled in my throat, a quick round leaving steaming bullet holes in the center of their forehead. Stealing their guns, the pilot shot a few rounds into my chest. The bullets made their way up my throat, the pilot soon realizing their mistake. Flicking a bullet in his direction, his body collapsed into a heap. The other assassins leapt off the cliff, metallic wings keeping them from falling to their death. Tucking Demy’s gun back into his pocket, only a few more seconds remained before the helicopter explosion would kill us both. Laying all the way back, my body was verticle to the ground. Counting the seconds, it would take one bullet to kill my enemies in one action. Lining the bullets into my fingers, my hand curled into the ready position. Three, two, one! Flicking my wrist, the velocity of my strength put a bit of heat on the bullets. Swinging myself underneath, Demy helped me steer us away from the impending explosion. A thunderous boom released a wild wind, the orange flames lighting up the sky. Control slipped away from us, the device crashing into a bed of branches. Blood and guts rained down with metal pieces, a blast of ice from my trembling palm putting out the flaming pieces before they touched the dry trees. Smiling warmly to myself, my staff clicked back to normal. Examining her for damage, nothing could be seen.
“That was a close one.” Demy laughed softly, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s find an open circle to draw us a way home.” Lowering ourselves down, our feet touched the packed down dirt. Pausing for a moment, it felt like a car had hit me. The emotional strife had caught up to me, a mental break down was sure to hit me later. Right now, we had to get home. Scrunching my nose up in disgust, blood and rain had soaked me to my bones. Another set of clothes was ruined, my thoughts beginning to run insanely in my mind. The motion of him placing me on his back stole me from my random train of thoughts.
“Let me take care of the rest while you get some rest. You did do most of the work after all.” He assured me with a playful wink, my head resting against his back. Branches crunched underneath his boots, his lips brushing against the tops of my hands. His clothing was just as torn as mine, my fingers tracing every shred. A shiver ran up his spine the moment I kissed the back of his neck. The moon traded shifts with the early morning sun, his endless hike resulting in an empty circle bathed in the orange rays of dawn. Setting me down the center, his hand danced in circles. The usual symbols stared back up at me, his knife guiding across my palm. Squeezing my hand until a shining pool of blood reflected our filthy faces, he guided my hand around. Dropping a pile piece of his ledger book from home, flames devoured the paper. A rush of air circled us, the woods of New Hampshire faded away to our bedroom. Still cupping my palm, his hungry eyes couldn’t stray from the fresh blood. Offering him my palm, his fangs sank into the tender flesh. Old Man Dallas poked his head in, his hand covering up his nose.
“I will have dinner ready in an hour. Get cleaned up and make yourselves presentable.” He twanged with his rich accent, smoothing out his staple white suit. “We have a job prospect coming tonight and she pays well. I will lend you one of my wife’s dresses from the fifties. You will probably just poof yourself a suit. Chop chop, my little beignets. We have a business to grow.” Setting a couple of dresses on the bed, Demy motioned for me to get cleaned up. Sprinting into the bathroom, the quick shower invigorated me. Drying myself off, a black and white polka dot swing dress hung on the door. Pulling it over my head, Demy poked his head in. Zipping it up for me, his slender fingers styled my hair into an intricate bun. Spinning me around, he kissed my forehead. Dusting off his clean suit, he adjusted my collar. One should feel shame but pride swelled in my eyes. Pulling a liquid liner out of his pocket, one simple flick on either side gave me a perfect cat’s eye. Clutching me close to his chest, he offered me my boots. Sliding my feet into them, his arm hooked around my elbow. Guiding me downstairs, his body stiffened at an elderly lady sitting to the left of Old Man Dallas. Her fucshia pink silk dress hugged her petite body, her wrinkles telling a twisted tale. Cloudy eyes followed my every move, her silvery blue hair rested in a perfect bun.
“I am Madame Seshunio, your next client and forever client if you do well.” She introduced herself with her nose up in the air, sliding over a card. “I came to drop off the order. As for my place to stay for the entirety of the job, Old Man Dallas offered me a room. In fact, I would like your room. I heard it is the second biggest. Perhaps you can sleep up in the attic.” My brows furrowed, Old Man Dallas’ stern gaze shut down my initial reaction. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tame Demy.
“I am not sleeping where they tortured those poor souls, Madame Sesheunio.” He snapped hotly, pulling out a chair for me. “We will sleep in the living room. Do not touch any of my things or I will place a curse on you. Do you understand.” Helping me sit down, an anxious maid brought out plates of steak and potatoes. Her gnarly hands cupped mine, mixed emotions flashing on her face. Tears stained her cheeks, a look of rage poisoning the softness of the sadness. Falling back, a look of horror plastered itself into my brain.
“You shouldn’t be alive.” She stuttered nervously, her shaking hands unable to pick up her fork. “So much tragedy courses through your veins, your mental state sure to bring you down. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, the Mad Hatter will marry the Swallow. Many children are dancing around you, their laughter filling the air.” A warm smile sweetened her features, Demy nudging my shoulders.
“I like you, Swallow.” She admitted freely, her eyes falling on Demy. “You tamed the Mad Hatter with a collar around your neck. You really must be something.” Cutting his steak, Demy’s words nearly made me choke on my spit.
“You did live here as a young lady when I showed up. You seem to be doing well yourself. How are the grandchildren?” He asked sincerely, bowing in her direction. “You did get me in trouble. You were like the sister I never had. How could I forget about the times we nearly gave him a heart attack?” Scanning the card, my eyes bulged at the reward for completing the job. My face fell at the job and its magnitude. Clearing out a sea of demons was the last thing I wanted to do, a long sigh escaping my lips. Why couldn’t I ever get a fucking break?
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“I’ll teach you not to run, Swallow!” His deep voice barked ferociously, the heel of his boot pushing my face into the dirt. “You belong to us! Boys, let’s go home. You have to walk home to get bites stitched up. See you if you make it.” Ditching me to bleed out, the sunshine changed to moonlight. Dirt covered up my hands, my body protesting as I struggled to my feet. Limping out of the field, an eleven year old boy with ruby eyes popped up in front of me. Running his hand through his onyx hair, he adjusted his top hat. Taking my hand, my eyes couldn’t leave his pinstripe suit.
“You won’t remember this but we will meet in the future. Hold on for a bit longer.” He promised lovingly, kissing my forehead. “I am going to heal you and you will keep marching forward. I am going to leave you with this.” Kissing my lips passionately, a bright light healed my wounds. The light died down, the boy was gone. I could run but where would I go? Home wasn’t an option, my hands crossing. Sinking to my knees, my fingers traced the layers of bruises and cuts on my skin. Pain was all I knew, the harsh whip of harmful words tearing me down by the day. Wiping away my tears, storm clouds brewed over my head. Time passed, the corn dying and growing in speed motion. Glancing down at them, my regular hands had returned. Eleven year old me walked out of the cornfield, her arms folded across her chest.
“Wake up and stop wallowing in the past!” She spat at me, her bare feet marching up to me. “Don’t be such a pathetic loser.” Inky blackness dyed her eyes, her form shifting to a glitching shadow. Clawed hands reached out to me, my clammy fingers playing with the hem of my blouse. Snapping his fingers, a force woke me up.
Jerking awake, the field of corn swayed in front of me. Patting my body, my usual outfit covered my body. My chest tightened, every breath shortening. Pale moonlight bathed the endless sea of corn, involuntary tears slid down my cheeks. Demy, I needed Demy. Struggling to stand, barking in the distance sent me ten feet in the air. Cupping my ears, a happy mutt ran up to me. His shaggy brown fur was matted with mud, a tag shining in the moonlight. Taking deep breaths, my heart rate settled down. Crouching down to his level, an address greeting me. Shifting through my magic boots, soft leather grazed my fingers. Pulling it out, the dog sat still while I struggled toclick it on. Walking him onto the street, storm clouds brewed over my head. A familiar energy sent chills up my spine, his tail wagging at an unassuming house. The canary colonial loomed over me, one light flickered in the window. The dog went berserk, his barks echoing in the night. Pointing the nose to the shadowy treeline, the glitching shadow figure stepped out of the shadows. Undoing the leash, a pat on his butt sent him back into the house.
“Let’s take this somewhere else. You called me and kidnapped a dog to get me to you.” I growled through a wall of tears, fighting the impending anxiety attack. “I want to fight you away from people. No deserves the chaos you can bring.” A sly grin danced across his lips, wicked laughter rumbling in his throat. Snapping his fingers, the home faded to the torched remains of the training facilities. The memory of me burning it down when I was eleven haunted my mind, the screams of the dying people broke me down in seconds. Collapsing to my knees, vomit flew up my throat. Circling me, his slow claps sank me deeper into my guilt.
“I was born here because of your sins. I am the combination of all the souls you killed that day. We want you dead. You don’t deserve happiness.” He barked bitterly, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. “You have to pay for your sins. There is no way you can have the fruit of a good life after what you did.” It had been an accident, my foot knocking down a candle on flammable chemicals the moment I fell in. Shaking my head, my body rocked back and forth.
“It was an accident!” I blurted out desperately, ripping his arms off of me. “I accidentally knocked over a candle and the flames landed into a vat of chemicals. I tried to warn everybody and you didn’t listen. You thought I was lying. It was your boss who said to let it all burn. Yell at him.” Ripping my head back, his mouth opened up. Ashes flowed into my throat, a coughing fit taking over. The dry material tasted horrendous, nausea wracking my body.
“Do you mind leaving my little Swallow alone?” Demy called out from the shadows, his gun aimed for the shadows head. “Hell of a trick you played there, buddy. Pulling somebody through their dreams. What do you have to say about yourself?” Cocking his brow, fury seethed in his eyes. The shadow refused to let me go, my past literally holding me back. Coughing up the rest of the ash, a stinger extended from his wrists. Pressing it into my neck, my vision blurred. Every cell in me wanted to die, the guilt eating away at my soul. So many screams rang in my ear, the crackling of a fire stealing me away from my current reality. Tears welled up in my eyes, my composure slipping away.
“Our only pathway to Heaven is to kill her so we can move on.” He hissed evilly, pushing it through my neck. “Your little swallow will soon be dead.” Ripping it out, blood poured down my neck. A cry from Demy snapped me back to reality, his bullet whizzing by my head. Mouthing a healing spell, the wound sealed shut. Jumping to my feet, the shadow popped up behind me. Jamming my elbow into his chest, he cried out. Clapping my hands, the three of us stood in the cornfield. The bad part is that we were separated, Demy’s voice calling out to me. Panic gripped me at the silence around me, knowing the next victim.
“Be quiet or he will find you!” I shouted over hooting owls, an idea coming to mind. Digging around with my boot, my fingers curled around my staff. Fire seemed out of the option, my mind moving to air. Slamming the tip of my staff on the loose dirt, a blast of air shot me closer to the moon. Scanning the field for Demy, the shadow and him were battling. Aiming my feet for the space in between them, a cloud of dirt obscured my clumsy landing. Confidence faded to horror, the shadow bursting into flames. Shoving Demy out of the way, his flaming hand grasped my arm. The smell of burning flesh nauseated me, the tip of my scythe slammed into his guts. Loosening his grip, his arm touched a stalk of corn. A steady stream of curse words flowed freely from my lips, the flames spreading with an alarming speed. The heat warmed up my cheeks, my angry burn screaming in protest.
“Rain from Hell, Shower us with the gift of water.” I chanted confidently, storm clouds thundering to life. Heavy raindrops crashed to the top of my head, a defiant grin spreading across my determined face. The flames died out before they hit the nearest home, black stalks smoking into the sky. The shadow stumbled back, my swift kicks knocking them to the ground. Pinning him down with my heel, the tip of my staff pressed into his neck. Extending his stinger, a shrill scream matched the next rumble of thunder as he jammed it into my leg. Unable to move my heel, ravens cawed behind me. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, Demy’s massive blade of his scythe stabbing us both. The shadow creature seized, his body decaying to dust. Copper poisoned my taste buds, inky blood staining my teeth. Wheezing, he ripped out from my stomach. Blood painted my blouse, his scythe swinging towards my neck. Blocking his attack with my staff, tears stained my cheeks. The wound refused to heal, my tone growing shakier by the second.
“Demy! Stop it!” I pleaded desperately, his scythe smashing into my staff. “Remember when you visited me when I was eleven! I know you lied about watching me a year ago. You have been watching me my whole life. You know everything about me and you chose to keep that a secret. I am not even freaked out by it. I need you to come back so I can marry you.” His hard expression softened, my staff splashing in the mud. Lowering his scythe, black smoke curled off of my palms. Helping him tuck it into his hat, the ravens flew back into his top hat. Our hair clung to his face, his shattered expression falling on my wound. Shivering in the rain, he guided my head to his neck.
“I am so sorry that I hurt!” He sobbed into my ear, my fangs extending over my lips. “Drink what you need to heal.” Sinking my teeth into his neck, his arms held me like his life depended on it. Drinking my fill, his eyes refused to meet mine. The rain hid his tears, my trembling hands placing his hat on head. A bright light sealed my wound shut, a wave of relief washing over me. Sobs shook our bodies, the two of us shivering. Cupping his face, my lips kissed him feverishly.
“Now it is my turn.” I wept softly with a quiet smile, his shame filled eyes not leaving my loving gaze. “I may have forgotten that day but your words kept me going. You didn’t do anything wrong, you simply lost control. Weapons can devour you if you aren’t careful. I can heal. Wounds end, my heart would break if you weren’t by my side. Please stay by my side.” Pressing his forehead against mine, his slender hand cupped my cheek. Taking a couple of deep breaths, a slight fear still haunted his eyes. The crunching of my calf bone fusing back together stole the moment, a fit of laughter bursting from our lips.
“I don’t really have a choice.” He teased blithely, his crooked grin melting my heart. “Je t’aime plus que le monde.” Understanding French, my heart fluttered. Scooping up my staff, it shrank back down. Tucking it into my boot, my hand took his. Dragging him out of the destroyed cornfield, the rain slowed to a stop. Tugging him along, his arm kept the branches from his scratching his face. Taking a couple of turns, his breath hitched at the sea of red and oranges spreading underneath the steely gray cliff. Sitting down on the edge, my head rested against his shoulder.
“This is where I always hid from them to get away from my masters before I burned the building down. I always had a place to go.” I commented serenely, his hand cupping mine. “I accidentally set the fire that day. The guilt eats at me everyday. What can I say?” Leaves rustled behind me, the hollow steps of my fellow co-workers boots weren’t that far behind. Pushing him off the cliff, my finger ripped out my staff. Gears whirred, the staff bending at a forty-five degree angle. A mix of golden and scarlet feathers burst from the metal frame, a metal bar coming down. Gripping the metal bar, I pulled myself up. Demy hung on for dear life, my slender fingers stealing his gun. Ripping it from his pocket, the gun hissed upon my touch. Crossing my legs, the scope helped me get a line of three them. Alarm widened my eyes, a helicopter floating up behind me. Leaning back, my aim quivered on the engine that I built. Undoing the safety, a quick yank of the trigger sent a bullet towards the gas tank. Flying up close to the open door, simple white masked assassins greeted me. Perfect, they were ranked lower than me. Evil laughter rumbled in my throat, a quick round leaving steaming bullet holes in the center of their forehead. Stealing their guns, the pilot shot a few rounds into my chest. The bullets made their way up my throat, the pilot soon realizing their mistake. Flicking a bullet in his direction, his body collapsed into a heap. The other assassins leapt off the cliff, metallic wings keeping them from falling to their death. Tucking Demy’s gun back into his pocket, only a few more seconds remained before the helicopter explosion would kill us both. Laying all the way back, my body was verticle to the ground. Counting the seconds, it would take one bullet to kill my enemies in one action. Lining the bullets into my fingers, my hand curled into the ready position. Three, two, one! Flicking my wrist, the velocity of my strength put a bit of heat on the bullets. Swinging myself underneath, Demy helped me steer us away from the impending explosion. A thunderous boom released a wild wind, the orange flames lighting up the sky. Control slipped away from us, the device crashing into a bed of branches. Blood and guts rained down with metal pieces, a blast of ice from my trembling palm putting out the flaming pieces before they touched the dry trees. Smiling warmly to myself, my staff clicked back to normal. Examining her for damage, nothing could be seen.
“That was a close one.” Demy laughed softly, kissing the top of my head. “Let’s find an open circle to draw us a way home.” Lowering ourselves down, our feet touched the packed down dirt. Pausing for a moment, it felt like a car had hit me. The emotional strife had caught up to me, a mental break down was sure to hit me later. Right now, we had to get home. Scrunching my nose up in disgust, blood and rain had soaked me to my bones. Another set of clothes was ruined, my thoughts beginning to run insanely in my mind. The motion of him placing me on his back stole me from my random train of thoughts.
“Let me take care of the rest while you get some rest. You did do most of the work after all.” He assured me with a playful wink, my head resting against his back. Branches crunched underneath his boots, his lips brushing against the tops of my hands. His clothing was just as torn as mine, my fingers tracing every shred. A shiver ran up his spine the moment I kissed the back of his neck. The moon traded shifts with the early morning sun, his endless hike resulting in an empty circle bathed in the orange rays of dawn. Setting me down the center, his hand danced in circles. The usual symbols stared back up at me, his knife guiding across my palm. Squeezing my hand until a shining pool of blood reflected our filthy faces, he guided my hand around. Dropping a pile piece of his ledger book from home, flames devoured the paper. A rush of air circled us, the woods of New Hampshire faded away to our bedroom. Still cupping my palm, his hungry eyes couldn’t stray from the fresh blood. Offering him my palm, his fangs sank into the tender flesh. Old Man Dallas poked his head in, his hand covering up his nose.
“I will have dinner ready in an hour. Get cleaned up and make yourselves presentable.” He twanged with his rich accent, smoothing out his staple white suit. “We have a job prospect coming tonight and she pays well. I will lend you one of my wife’s dresses from the fifties. You will probably just poof yourself a suit. Chop chop, my little beignets. We have a business to grow.” Setting a couple of dresses on the bed, Demy motioned for me to get cleaned up. Sprinting into the bathroom, the quick shower invigorated me. Drying myself off, a black and white polka dot swing dress hung on the door. Pulling it over my head, Demy poked his head in. Zipping it up for me, his slender fingers styled my hair into an intricate bun. Spinning me around, he kissed my forehead. Dusting off his clean suit, he adjusted my collar. One should feel shame but pride swelled in my eyes. Pulling a liquid liner out of his pocket, one simple flick on either side gave me a perfect cat’s eye. Clutching me close to his chest, he offered me my boots. Sliding my feet into them, his arm hooked around my elbow. Guiding me downstairs, his body stiffened at an elderly lady sitting to the left of Old Man Dallas. Her fucshia pink silk dress hugged her petite body, her wrinkles telling a twisted tale. Cloudy eyes followed my every move, her silvery blue hair rested in a perfect bun.
“I am Madame Seshunio, your next client and forever client if you do well.” She introduced herself with her nose up in the air, sliding over a card. “I came to drop off the order. As for my place to stay for the entirety of the job, Old Man Dallas offered me a room. In fact, I would like your room. I heard it is the second biggest. Perhaps you can sleep up in the attic.” My brows furrowed, Old Man Dallas’ stern gaze shut down my initial reaction. Unfortunately, he couldn’t tame Demy.
“I am not sleeping where they tortured those poor souls, Madame Sesheunio.” He snapped hotly, pulling out a chair for me. “We will sleep in the living room. Do not touch any of my things or I will place a curse on you. Do you understand.” Helping me sit down, an anxious maid brought out plates of steak and potatoes. Her gnarly hands cupped mine, mixed emotions flashing on her face. Tears stained her cheeks, a look of rage poisoning the softness of the sadness. Falling back, a look of horror plastered itself into my brain.
“You shouldn’t be alive.” She stuttered nervously, her shaking hands unable to pick up her fork. “So much tragedy courses through your veins, your mental state sure to bring you down. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, the Mad Hatter will marry the Swallow. Many children are dancing around you, their laughter filling the air.” A warm smile sweetened her features, Demy nudging my shoulders.
“I like you, Swallow.” She admitted freely, her eyes falling on Demy. “You tamed the Mad Hatter with a collar around your neck. You really must be something.” Cutting his steak, Demy’s words nearly made me choke on my spit.
“You did live here as a young lady when I showed up. You seem to be doing well yourself. How are the grandchildren?” He asked sincerely, bowing in her direction. “You did get me in trouble. You were like the sister I never had. How could I forget about the times we nearly gave him a heart attack?” Scanning the card, my eyes bulged at the reward for completing the job. My face fell at the job and its magnitude. Clearing out a sea of demons was the last thing I wanted to do, a long sigh escaping my lips. Why couldn’t I ever get a fucking break?
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2023.04.02 05:08 Future_Ad_3485 The Swallow and the Mad Hatter Part Four: A Banshee of a Reunion
The morning sun blinded me, my head rested on Demy’s chest. Scarlet colored my cheeks, his arm was draped around my shoulder. So many thoughts bounced around my head, the awkwardness of the moment shaking my nerves. His eyes fluttered open, his lips brushing against the top of my head. His touch seemed gentle as always, the tenderness not leaving anything to be desired.
“Good morning, my little swallow.” He groaned huskily, rubbing my shoulders. “I wonder what today will bring us.” My heart fluttered, his finger lifting up my chin. Pressing his lips against mine sensually, time stopped. A knock interrupted us, Old Man Dallas poked his head in. A golden envelope fluttered in his hand, my eyes falling on the pile of cash in the other. Demy rolled his eyes, a lump forming in my throat. Regret dimmed Old Man Dallas' eyes, the envelope trembling in his hands.
“This was left from the last job, and here’s a new one. It will hit close to home for you, Scarlet.” He warned me cautiously, setting them both down on the bureau. “I am sorry.” Leaping out of the bed, my fingers curled around the letter. My mother’s name greeted me, the letter floated to the floor. Shaking my head, my hands waved around.
“The answer is no.” I whispered briskly, chewing on my lip. “I won’t help her. No, not at all. I can’t even begin to describe the way she treated me as a kid.” Old Man Dallas dusted off his cream suit, his shoulders shrugging. Clearing his throat, my lips pressed into a thin line. Refusing to look at me, a nervous grin twitched on his lips. The fact that she found a rich husband didn’t shock me, intense hatred brewed in me. How dare she live happily while I suffered greatly!
“They requested you specifically.” He pointed out severely, his jaw tensing. “They won’t stop calling me. So you need to go. They are willing to pay you ten million dollars. Seemed like an odd amount.” Tears welled up in my eyes, the amount was what she received for selling me to River Creek Associates. Their front was a lawyer’s office, all of it hiding us assassins. What was her game? Picking up the paper, the upper crust of my town was where her mansion was. Bowing my head in shame, all I ever seemed to be was a pawn to be sold. Demy wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my forehead. Scarlet colored my cheeks, his gentle touch barely aiding my tension.
“I have an answer to your solution. Say I am your boyfriend and show her that you are happy.” He suggested seriously, my heart skipping a beat. “We practically act like a couple. Wouldn’t you say so, Old Man Dallas?” A sly grin curled on his lips, shock rounding my eyes. Boyfriends weren’t an option in the River Creek Associates, a strange excitement buzzed in my eyes. Apprehension left my desire in my shadows, the harsh memories whipping me in my back.
“Fine.” I sighed in defeat, cupping his hands. “If this is going to work, you have to be my real boyfriend.” Spinning me around, his arms curled around my waist. Lifting up my chin with his finger, his Cheshire Cat grin frightened me. Leaning down towards my ear, his next words caused my ears to flatten.
“If that is what you wish, my little swallow.” He whispered gruffly, sending my nerves into a frenzy. “I will be your boyfriend. Hell, I will marry you if you wish. I told you that I am so fond of you. This Mad Hatter would love to have a little swallow.” Grazing my fangs along the nape of his neck, my next words made his heart rate pick up.
“I am already married to you practically with this collar.” I mused playfully into his ear, his grip on me strengthening. Kissing me hungrily, my heart rate soon matched his. Arching towards him, a throat clearing stealing the moment. Sliding on my boots, we stepped into a crispy version of the transportation circle. Tracing the symbols with a fresh piece of chalk, Demy stepped in behind me. Cutting my palm, my blood pooled into a tiny palm. Moving my hand over the symbols, they glowed to life. Placing the letter in my palm, my flames devoured the curling paper. Scarlet energy hummed to life, the bedroom shifted to a lush backyard of a rolling mansion. The reddish-orange brick taunted me, the dark gray slate roof completed the look. Offering him my palm, Demy’s tongue licked the blood off. Wrapping my hand, our eyes fell on my well dressed mother. Her salt and pepper hair was twisted into a simple side bun, the bone white dress hugging her five foot two hourglass figure. Stiffening at the sight of her, it took everything to not kill her.
“My beautiful daughter has come to see me!” She slurred drunkenly, the smell of whiskey on her breath nauseating me. “Who is this handsome young man?” My brow cocked in response, my hands wrapping around his arm involuntarily. Tears welled up in my eyes, every cell wanting me to run. Reaching out for me, he stepped in front of me. Tipping his hat in her direction, his hair nearly touched the grass as he bowed in her direction.
“I am Demetros Deaclon, her fiance.” He introduced himself boldly, snapping his fingers behind his back. “I suspect you are the lovely lady who created my little swallow.” A black band formed on my finger, a large blood ruby sprouted from the center. Wicked laughter burst from her lips, her head shaking.
“I find it very hard to believe you actually love her. She is a messy little burden of a child. I was so happy to sell her at the ripe age of seven.” She gloated jovially, her stern husband marching up to her side. “Jimmy, you came out to greet my monster of a daughter.” His slate gray eyes narrowed in her direction, a quiet fury seethed in his eyes. Running his hand through his slicked back silver hair, his wrinkles creasing with a genuine smile. Dusting off his suit, he motioned for her to go back into the house. Tears stained my cheeks, my body trembled in Demy’s arms. Clutching me close to his chest, she stumbled back into the mansion. All of the raw emotion of her beating and selling me bubbled to the surface, my emotional center shattering by the second.
“You will have to ignore your mother. She is a nasty drunk witch.” He apologized sincerely, Demy tipped his hat in his direction. “I am your Uncle Gary Graystone. Do come in? I have a fresh pot of coffee ready. My housekeeper made some apple pie. You guys do eat, right?” Dusting off his expensive navy suit, he adjusted his tie anxiously. Tucking his hands into his pocket, anxiety wore on his face. Squirming out of his arms, surprise rounded his eyes the moment I embraced him warmly. His rich cologne wafted up my nose, a violet aura surrounded him. Soaking his jacket with my tears, years of guilt soaked the top of my head.
“Thank you for taking care of my mother.” I sobbed happily into his shoulder, simply happy to have a family member in my life. “We won’t be charging you.” His lips parted in protest, Demy clearing his throat. Stepping back, he examined the ring on my finger. A curious glint twinkled in his eyes, a sly grin dancing across his lips.
“I have to pay you a little bit. How about this? You can have a small ceremony here. The ring is quite nice.” He commented with a bemused grin, guiding us to the carriage house. “I seem to be having the biggest ghost problem. I hear screaming every night and it is terrifying. Do you think you can fix it?” Flashing him a bright smile, my fingers wiped away my own tears.
“Sounds like a banshee.” Demy said simply, taking off his hat. “That should be a simple fix. Do you mind if I use your library?” Motioning for us to go ahead, the look in her eyes told me to hang back by my uncle. Walking next to him felt odd, Demy leading the way back in. Something felt off, my eyes falling on my mother in the window. Standing straight up in the highest window, a cloudiness masked her caramel eyes. A pale hand gripped her shoulder, a shrill shriek shattered my eardrums. Blood poured from my ears, my bright smile hiding the pain. Pushing through the pain, the shriek died down. Wiping the blood off of my face, Demy hadn’t noticed my mother or me wiping away the blood. Cupping the whiskey bottle in her hands, large gulps of whiskey poured down her throat. Stumbling around, panic gripped me the moment she disappeared. Demy was seconds from entering, all of the glass blowing out.
“Cover your ears!” I ordered urgently, knocking my uncle to the soft grass. Shrill shrieks shattered the early morning breeze, my mother limping out. Her head spun all the way around, the cracking of her neck nauseating me. Bending backward, her bones twisted into unnatural angles. Ripping out his gun from his jacket, a whole round did little to deter her crawling towards us. The shrieking increased in volume, a whistling fogginess tortured my ears. My fingers curled around my staff, a clicking noise came to life as it shifted into a scythe. Snapping my fingers, a pair of headphones popped up in my hands. Dropping them onto his head, he lowered his hands.
“Don’t take those off unless I tell you to.” I warned calmly, feeling around my boot for the salt from the Irish waves. “Stay in the circle.” Gripping the bag, Demy clapped his hands. Popping up next to me, blood stained the left side of his face. Helping me up, my balance was off. Drizzling the salt in a circle around us. The twisted version of my mother smashed against an invisible wall, maggots poured from her gunshot wounds. Cloudy eyes met mine, an Irish lullaby poured from her lips. The hollow words caused my face to pale, a clammy sweat drenching my skin. Why couldn’t I even try to kill her? The song slowed to a halt, my heart sinking into my stomach. Her broken bones snapped loosely into the resemblance of a human, her body twitching like a broken doll.
“Wee little sparrow.” An elderly Irish female voice crooned cruelly, her hands pressing against the invisible wall. “That lassie didn’t love you at all. Must be such a cruel joke for you to even exist. Your mommy hated you from the moment you were born. You, wee little sparrow, were born a dead child. Evil courses through your blood, your father is a lead demon himself. He hired me to kill you. He said something about you taking his throne. Your mother died weeks ago, although I have to say it is a busted model. I couldn’t even get her to stop drinking. I would really like to get paid. So please let’s play. Your lad here, won’t even put a dent in me.”
“Only I can talk about my mother that way.” I retorted venomously, seeking a way to beat my possessed mother. Stepping out of the circle, my hand caught the shattered wrists of my mother. A tiny curved blade spun in her other hand, the sheepskin handle barely moved with her effort. A cry of pain burst from my lips, the blade quivered in my side. Smashing my boot into her chest, she rolled into the biggest tree. Spinning my blade over my head, several sparrows fluttered around me. Soma landed on my shoulder, whispering a spell into my ear. Demy stepped out of the circle, Soma fluttered away. Gee, thanks for the help.
“Salt of the Irish Seas, Lady of the trees.” I chanted confidently, horror widening my mother’s cloudy eyes. “Trap her in a tree where she can sleep for all an eternity.” Slamming the tip into the grass, thick chocolate brown roots burst through. Shrill shrieks intensified, the roots twisted around her body. The last shriek flickered out, a calm serenity washed over his property. My staff shrank down, a golden chain resting next to it. Demy snatched the chain, his nimble fingers wrapping it around the tree. The gravity of the situation hit me, my mother was trapped in a tree because of me. Sinking to my knees, the blood may as well have been on my hands. A rushing noise filtered into my ears, my eardrums healing back to normal. The sound of the water crashing over the sands did little to quell my nerves, a concerned Demy crouched down to my level. Rubbing my back, he clutched me to his chest. Pressing his palm to the wet grass, the glass floated into the air, piercing itself together. Of course, he could fix a window.
“It appears you were born dead.” He chuckled softly, the ring still glittering on my finger. “You can keep that on you if you wish. I am more than okay with waiting until you actually say yes.” Playing with the ring, the image of my mother twisted around brought me right back to a fearful state. My heart was seconds from beating out of my chest, a throat clearing stealing me from my train of thought.
“Let’s go inside and discuss your marriage.” He offered serenely, passing me my headphones. “I have to thank you for completing the job. I might also have some photos of your father. He did run with our friend group back in the day.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, a marriage was definitely not what I signed up for. The photos were appealing though, my mind racing wildly at the chance of seeing what my father looked like. Following him in, his face fell at the broken dishes all over the floor. Getting on my knees, he waved his hands around.
“Let the maid get this. A bonus will most likely be necessary. Dishes are replaceable. You two aren’t.” He chimed nonchalantly, Demy tossing me over his shoulder. Sitting me down on his tan leather couch, glass crunched with each of Uncle Gary’s steps. A bag of crackers and a block of cheese rested in his palms, a pleasant smile brightened his features. Sitting down across from me, my eyes fell on the myriad photos of our huge family. They all looked so happy without me, shame dimming my eyes. Demy plopped down next to me, his hand yanking me onto his lap. Curling his arms around my waist, he refused to let go. Rushing off to get a couple of albums, Demy grabbed the cheeseboard, cheese and knife.
“I only lied about the fiance thing to impress your mother.” He admitted sheepishly, his trembling fingers struggling with the cheese. “I can’t get this damn thing open.” Being engaged to him didn’t seem too bad. Taking the cheese from him, pure joy lit up his face at my next words.
“I mind being engaged to you.” I proclaimed honestly, cutting open the package. “I told you I love you. We are kind of stuck with each other anyway. I wouldn’t mind being your wife one of these days.” Watching me cut up the cheese, no words could come to his lips for the first time in a long while. Resting his chin on my head, I could feel his aura shifting to a nice white one. Smiling warmly to myself, I really meant it.
“Okay. If you really are okay with it.” He stammered oddly, feeding me a piece of cheese. “You really are something, aren’t you?” Cutting up the last of the cheese, the wood clattered against the long oak coffee table. Spinning around to face him, a deep crimson colored his cheeks. Holding the ring up to the light, it felt so right. A knock on the door interrupted us, a tall slender man sauntered into the living room. Running his hand through his slicked back onyx hair, his ruby eyes shimmered excitedly in my direction. A cruel smile danced across his inky black lips, my heart sinking to my chest. Fear paralyzed me, his overconfidence unsettling me. Tucking his hands into his slate gray velvet suit, his shiny dress shoes clicked up to me. Demy stiffened, low growls rumbled in his throat. Dancing his fingers down my arm, he examined the ring.
“You have been awakened and by your mate no less.” He snarled under his breath, unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse. “Soma has blessed you with your grandmother’s powers. This is most troubling, indeed. All she had to do was kill you. The desire was there. Fucking weakling. Scarlet, do you know who I am?” Pointing his nose up in the air, my fingers curled the cheese cutting knife.
“I am assuming you are my father.” I guessed with uncertainty, his wicked grin spreading cheek to cheek. “I must have said your name three times or did I summoned you through a mirror like Bloody Mary. Did you really think another bad parent was going to scare me? You were even worse than her. At least she was there to beat and sell me for more drugs.” His slender fingers curled around my chain only for black smoke to curl off of his fingers. Dropping the chain, it swung wildly.
“I could always touch these before.” He cursed bitterly, my uncle walking in with the albums. “Why is she with you?” Chuckling softly to himself, he motioned for my father to sit. A scary smile dawned on his face as he set them down on the table. Leaning towards him, his hands clapped. Golden crosses lined the wall, all of our powers draining. Leave it to my uncle to command a room.
“Riot, you seem to have forgotten that I am a hunter with a bit of angel blood in me.” He sighed exhaustively, preparing a cracker with two pieces of cheese. “Why did you show up? Was it curiosity? Nice trick you played. Having her mother possessed by a banshee was a low blow. Should I slow clap for you now or give you a fucking cookie? Do you know that she is engaged to the demon reaper child? That could spell trouble for you.” Rising to his feet, my father’s seven foot frame towered over us all. Chills shot up my spine, all of us shivering for a quick second.
“I won’t let her ascend to the throne.” He growled through gritted teeth, rushing towards the door. “Just to let you know the cat always gets the swallow.” Clapping his hands, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Another chill ran up my spine, a single claw extended from my fingernail. The cheese knife clattered to the white marble floor, a deep concern flashing in both of their eyes. Gathering my wits, a small smile silenced their worry.
“So when is the wedding?” He asked with a million dollar grin, eating another cracker with cheese. “I would love to start planning. I have another tidbit for you. If you got married, you both would be stronger. Just say when. Would you like to spend a couple of days here? I have plenty of room and hardly any guests.” Nodding silently, he began to open up the albums and tell a tale of every picture. Losing myself in the moment, he pulled out his phone.
“I want a picture. Smile!” He sang excitedly, aiming his camera in our direction. “Hold those smiles.” Holding our pose, a bright light blinded us. Taking a couple more, the only thing I could see was white spots floating in my vision. Our phones dinged, a copy of the picture melting my heart. Demy had kissed my forehead at the right moment, our eyes falling on the moon. Exhaustion hung heavily on my eyelids, a groggy yawn escaped my lips. The conversation faded in and out, sweet slumber stole me away.
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“Good morning, my little swallow.” He groaned huskily, rubbing my shoulders. “I wonder what today will bring us.” My heart fluttered, his finger lifting up my chin. Pressing his lips against mine sensually, time stopped. A knock interrupted us, Old Man Dallas poked his head in. A golden envelope fluttered in his hand, my eyes falling on the pile of cash in the other. Demy rolled his eyes, a lump forming in my throat. Regret dimmed Old Man Dallas' eyes, the envelope trembling in his hands.
“This was left from the last job, and here’s a new one. It will hit close to home for you, Scarlet.” He warned me cautiously, setting them both down on the bureau. “I am sorry.” Leaping out of the bed, my fingers curled around the letter. My mother’s name greeted me, the letter floated to the floor. Shaking my head, my hands waved around.
“The answer is no.” I whispered briskly, chewing on my lip. “I won’t help her. No, not at all. I can’t even begin to describe the way she treated me as a kid.” Old Man Dallas dusted off his cream suit, his shoulders shrugging. Clearing his throat, my lips pressed into a thin line. Refusing to look at me, a nervous grin twitched on his lips. The fact that she found a rich husband didn’t shock me, intense hatred brewed in me. How dare she live happily while I suffered greatly!
“They requested you specifically.” He pointed out severely, his jaw tensing. “They won’t stop calling me. So you need to go. They are willing to pay you ten million dollars. Seemed like an odd amount.” Tears welled up in my eyes, the amount was what she received for selling me to River Creek Associates. Their front was a lawyer’s office, all of it hiding us assassins. What was her game? Picking up the paper, the upper crust of my town was where her mansion was. Bowing my head in shame, all I ever seemed to be was a pawn to be sold. Demy wrapped his arms around my waist, his chin resting on my forehead. Scarlet colored my cheeks, his gentle touch barely aiding my tension.
“I have an answer to your solution. Say I am your boyfriend and show her that you are happy.” He suggested seriously, my heart skipping a beat. “We practically act like a couple. Wouldn’t you say so, Old Man Dallas?” A sly grin curled on his lips, shock rounding my eyes. Boyfriends weren’t an option in the River Creek Associates, a strange excitement buzzed in my eyes. Apprehension left my desire in my shadows, the harsh memories whipping me in my back.
“Fine.” I sighed in defeat, cupping his hands. “If this is going to work, you have to be my real boyfriend.” Spinning me around, his arms curled around my waist. Lifting up my chin with his finger, his Cheshire Cat grin frightened me. Leaning down towards my ear, his next words caused my ears to flatten.
“If that is what you wish, my little swallow.” He whispered gruffly, sending my nerves into a frenzy. “I will be your boyfriend. Hell, I will marry you if you wish. I told you that I am so fond of you. This Mad Hatter would love to have a little swallow.” Grazing my fangs along the nape of his neck, my next words made his heart rate pick up.
“I am already married to you practically with this collar.” I mused playfully into his ear, his grip on me strengthening. Kissing me hungrily, my heart rate soon matched his. Arching towards him, a throat clearing stealing the moment. Sliding on my boots, we stepped into a crispy version of the transportation circle. Tracing the symbols with a fresh piece of chalk, Demy stepped in behind me. Cutting my palm, my blood pooled into a tiny palm. Moving my hand over the symbols, they glowed to life. Placing the letter in my palm, my flames devoured the curling paper. Scarlet energy hummed to life, the bedroom shifted to a lush backyard of a rolling mansion. The reddish-orange brick taunted me, the dark gray slate roof completed the look. Offering him my palm, Demy’s tongue licked the blood off. Wrapping my hand, our eyes fell on my well dressed mother. Her salt and pepper hair was twisted into a simple side bun, the bone white dress hugging her five foot two hourglass figure. Stiffening at the sight of her, it took everything to not kill her.
“My beautiful daughter has come to see me!” She slurred drunkenly, the smell of whiskey on her breath nauseating me. “Who is this handsome young man?” My brow cocked in response, my hands wrapping around his arm involuntarily. Tears welled up in my eyes, every cell wanting me to run. Reaching out for me, he stepped in front of me. Tipping his hat in her direction, his hair nearly touched the grass as he bowed in her direction.
“I am Demetros Deaclon, her fiance.” He introduced himself boldly, snapping his fingers behind his back. “I suspect you are the lovely lady who created my little swallow.” A black band formed on my finger, a large blood ruby sprouted from the center. Wicked laughter burst from her lips, her head shaking.
“I find it very hard to believe you actually love her. She is a messy little burden of a child. I was so happy to sell her at the ripe age of seven.” She gloated jovially, her stern husband marching up to her side. “Jimmy, you came out to greet my monster of a daughter.” His slate gray eyes narrowed in her direction, a quiet fury seethed in his eyes. Running his hand through his slicked back silver hair, his wrinkles creasing with a genuine smile. Dusting off his suit, he motioned for her to go back into the house. Tears stained my cheeks, my body trembled in Demy’s arms. Clutching me close to his chest, she stumbled back into the mansion. All of the raw emotion of her beating and selling me bubbled to the surface, my emotional center shattering by the second.
“You will have to ignore your mother. She is a nasty drunk witch.” He apologized sincerely, Demy tipped his hat in his direction. “I am your Uncle Gary Graystone. Do come in? I have a fresh pot of coffee ready. My housekeeper made some apple pie. You guys do eat, right?” Dusting off his expensive navy suit, he adjusted his tie anxiously. Tucking his hands into his pocket, anxiety wore on his face. Squirming out of his arms, surprise rounded his eyes the moment I embraced him warmly. His rich cologne wafted up my nose, a violet aura surrounded him. Soaking his jacket with my tears, years of guilt soaked the top of my head.
“Thank you for taking care of my mother.” I sobbed happily into his shoulder, simply happy to have a family member in my life. “We won’t be charging you.” His lips parted in protest, Demy clearing his throat. Stepping back, he examined the ring on my finger. A curious glint twinkled in his eyes, a sly grin dancing across his lips.
“I have to pay you a little bit. How about this? You can have a small ceremony here. The ring is quite nice.” He commented with a bemused grin, guiding us to the carriage house. “I seem to be having the biggest ghost problem. I hear screaming every night and it is terrifying. Do you think you can fix it?” Flashing him a bright smile, my fingers wiped away my own tears.
“Sounds like a banshee.” Demy said simply, taking off his hat. “That should be a simple fix. Do you mind if I use your library?” Motioning for us to go ahead, the look in her eyes told me to hang back by my uncle. Walking next to him felt odd, Demy leading the way back in. Something felt off, my eyes falling on my mother in the window. Standing straight up in the highest window, a cloudiness masked her caramel eyes. A pale hand gripped her shoulder, a shrill shriek shattered my eardrums. Blood poured from my ears, my bright smile hiding the pain. Pushing through the pain, the shriek died down. Wiping the blood off of my face, Demy hadn’t noticed my mother or me wiping away the blood. Cupping the whiskey bottle in her hands, large gulps of whiskey poured down her throat. Stumbling around, panic gripped me the moment she disappeared. Demy was seconds from entering, all of the glass blowing out.
“Cover your ears!” I ordered urgently, knocking my uncle to the soft grass. Shrill shrieks shattered the early morning breeze, my mother limping out. Her head spun all the way around, the cracking of her neck nauseating me. Bending backward, her bones twisted into unnatural angles. Ripping out his gun from his jacket, a whole round did little to deter her crawling towards us. The shrieking increased in volume, a whistling fogginess tortured my ears. My fingers curled around my staff, a clicking noise came to life as it shifted into a scythe. Snapping my fingers, a pair of headphones popped up in my hands. Dropping them onto his head, he lowered his hands.
“Don’t take those off unless I tell you to.” I warned calmly, feeling around my boot for the salt from the Irish waves. “Stay in the circle.” Gripping the bag, Demy clapped his hands. Popping up next to me, blood stained the left side of his face. Helping me up, my balance was off. Drizzling the salt in a circle around us. The twisted version of my mother smashed against an invisible wall, maggots poured from her gunshot wounds. Cloudy eyes met mine, an Irish lullaby poured from her lips. The hollow words caused my face to pale, a clammy sweat drenching my skin. Why couldn’t I even try to kill her? The song slowed to a halt, my heart sinking into my stomach. Her broken bones snapped loosely into the resemblance of a human, her body twitching like a broken doll.
“Wee little sparrow.” An elderly Irish female voice crooned cruelly, her hands pressing against the invisible wall. “That lassie didn’t love you at all. Must be such a cruel joke for you to even exist. Your mommy hated you from the moment you were born. You, wee little sparrow, were born a dead child. Evil courses through your blood, your father is a lead demon himself. He hired me to kill you. He said something about you taking his throne. Your mother died weeks ago, although I have to say it is a busted model. I couldn’t even get her to stop drinking. I would really like to get paid. So please let’s play. Your lad here, won’t even put a dent in me.”
“Only I can talk about my mother that way.” I retorted venomously, seeking a way to beat my possessed mother. Stepping out of the circle, my hand caught the shattered wrists of my mother. A tiny curved blade spun in her other hand, the sheepskin handle barely moved with her effort. A cry of pain burst from my lips, the blade quivered in my side. Smashing my boot into her chest, she rolled into the biggest tree. Spinning my blade over my head, several sparrows fluttered around me. Soma landed on my shoulder, whispering a spell into my ear. Demy stepped out of the circle, Soma fluttered away. Gee, thanks for the help.
“Salt of the Irish Seas, Lady of the trees.” I chanted confidently, horror widening my mother’s cloudy eyes. “Trap her in a tree where she can sleep for all an eternity.” Slamming the tip into the grass, thick chocolate brown roots burst through. Shrill shrieks intensified, the roots twisted around her body. The last shriek flickered out, a calm serenity washed over his property. My staff shrank down, a golden chain resting next to it. Demy snatched the chain, his nimble fingers wrapping it around the tree. The gravity of the situation hit me, my mother was trapped in a tree because of me. Sinking to my knees, the blood may as well have been on my hands. A rushing noise filtered into my ears, my eardrums healing back to normal. The sound of the water crashing over the sands did little to quell my nerves, a concerned Demy crouched down to my level. Rubbing my back, he clutched me to his chest. Pressing his palm to the wet grass, the glass floated into the air, piercing itself together. Of course, he could fix a window.
“It appears you were born dead.” He chuckled softly, the ring still glittering on my finger. “You can keep that on you if you wish. I am more than okay with waiting until you actually say yes.” Playing with the ring, the image of my mother twisted around brought me right back to a fearful state. My heart was seconds from beating out of my chest, a throat clearing stealing me from my train of thought.
“Let’s go inside and discuss your marriage.” He offered serenely, passing me my headphones. “I have to thank you for completing the job. I might also have some photos of your father. He did run with our friend group back in the day.” Swallowing the lump in my throat, a marriage was definitely not what I signed up for. The photos were appealing though, my mind racing wildly at the chance of seeing what my father looked like. Following him in, his face fell at the broken dishes all over the floor. Getting on my knees, he waved his hands around.
“Let the maid get this. A bonus will most likely be necessary. Dishes are replaceable. You two aren’t.” He chimed nonchalantly, Demy tossing me over his shoulder. Sitting me down on his tan leather couch, glass crunched with each of Uncle Gary’s steps. A bag of crackers and a block of cheese rested in his palms, a pleasant smile brightened his features. Sitting down across from me, my eyes fell on the myriad photos of our huge family. They all looked so happy without me, shame dimming my eyes. Demy plopped down next to me, his hand yanking me onto his lap. Curling his arms around my waist, he refused to let go. Rushing off to get a couple of albums, Demy grabbed the cheeseboard, cheese and knife.
“I only lied about the fiance thing to impress your mother.” He admitted sheepishly, his trembling fingers struggling with the cheese. “I can’t get this damn thing open.” Being engaged to him didn’t seem too bad. Taking the cheese from him, pure joy lit up his face at my next words.
“I mind being engaged to you.” I proclaimed honestly, cutting open the package. “I told you I love you. We are kind of stuck with each other anyway. I wouldn’t mind being your wife one of these days.” Watching me cut up the cheese, no words could come to his lips for the first time in a long while. Resting his chin on my head, I could feel his aura shifting to a nice white one. Smiling warmly to myself, I really meant it.
“Okay. If you really are okay with it.” He stammered oddly, feeding me a piece of cheese. “You really are something, aren’t you?” Cutting up the last of the cheese, the wood clattered against the long oak coffee table. Spinning around to face him, a deep crimson colored his cheeks. Holding the ring up to the light, it felt so right. A knock on the door interrupted us, a tall slender man sauntered into the living room. Running his hand through his slicked back onyx hair, his ruby eyes shimmered excitedly in my direction. A cruel smile danced across his inky black lips, my heart sinking to my chest. Fear paralyzed me, his overconfidence unsettling me. Tucking his hands into his slate gray velvet suit, his shiny dress shoes clicked up to me. Demy stiffened, low growls rumbled in his throat. Dancing his fingers down my arm, he examined the ring.
“You have been awakened and by your mate no less.” He snarled under his breath, unbuttoning the top buttons of my blouse. “Soma has blessed you with your grandmother’s powers. This is most troubling, indeed. All she had to do was kill you. The desire was there. Fucking weakling. Scarlet, do you know who I am?” Pointing his nose up in the air, my fingers curled the cheese cutting knife.
“I am assuming you are my father.” I guessed with uncertainty, his wicked grin spreading cheek to cheek. “I must have said your name three times or did I summoned you through a mirror like Bloody Mary. Did you really think another bad parent was going to scare me? You were even worse than her. At least she was there to beat and sell me for more drugs.” His slender fingers curled around my chain only for black smoke to curl off of his fingers. Dropping the chain, it swung wildly.
“I could always touch these before.” He cursed bitterly, my uncle walking in with the albums. “Why is she with you?” Chuckling softly to himself, he motioned for my father to sit. A scary smile dawned on his face as he set them down on the table. Leaning towards him, his hands clapped. Golden crosses lined the wall, all of our powers draining. Leave it to my uncle to command a room.
“Riot, you seem to have forgotten that I am a hunter with a bit of angel blood in me.” He sighed exhaustively, preparing a cracker with two pieces of cheese. “Why did you show up? Was it curiosity? Nice trick you played. Having her mother possessed by a banshee was a low blow. Should I slow clap for you now or give you a fucking cookie? Do you know that she is engaged to the demon reaper child? That could spell trouble for you.” Rising to his feet, my father’s seven foot frame towered over us all. Chills shot up my spine, all of us shivering for a quick second.
“I won’t let her ascend to the throne.” He growled through gritted teeth, rushing towards the door. “Just to let you know the cat always gets the swallow.” Clapping his hands, he disappeared in a puff of black smoke. Another chill ran up my spine, a single claw extended from my fingernail. The cheese knife clattered to the white marble floor, a deep concern flashing in both of their eyes. Gathering my wits, a small smile silenced their worry.
“So when is the wedding?” He asked with a million dollar grin, eating another cracker with cheese. “I would love to start planning. I have another tidbit for you. If you got married, you both would be stronger. Just say when. Would you like to spend a couple of days here? I have plenty of room and hardly any guests.” Nodding silently, he began to open up the albums and tell a tale of every picture. Losing myself in the moment, he pulled out his phone.
“I want a picture. Smile!” He sang excitedly, aiming his camera in our direction. “Hold those smiles.” Holding our pose, a bright light blinded us. Taking a couple more, the only thing I could see was white spots floating in my vision. Our phones dinged, a copy of the picture melting my heart. Demy had kissed my forehead at the right moment, our eyes falling on the moon. Exhaustion hung heavily on my eyelids, a groggy yawn escaped my lips. The conversation faded in and out, sweet slumber stole me away.
2023.04.02 05:08 Fluffy-Indication380 Lost 18 leg parlay +70000
Just needed 1 reb from Russ in the 2nd half to keep this bet alive. They actually credited Russ with his 4th but took it away 😭 . 3 NHL games to go with my teams leading. Hope they all lose. Missing this parlay by 1 reb would suck so bad. Only bet $1 as I'm fairly new to FanDuel . Was so close ughhh
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2023.04.02 04:17 slapded I realized that I can play songs remotely on the touchtunes app in random bars, so i just trolled some with my greatest hits.
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2023.04.02 03:30 mrdope478 i made a list of jinns and their types as i did with the angels
JINN TYPES
MARID/مارد marid are the favored troops of iblis as they are the most powerful of all the types of jinn even if they are the least numerous they are massive and prideful and arrogant they are mentioned in the quran (aṣ-Ṣāffāt, 37:7)
IFRIT/ عفريت the ifrit are an infernal class of jinns cited only once in the quran (surah an-naml aya 27:39) they are enormous horrible winged creatures made of fire they live underground frequently in ruins they live in communities complete with kings and rulers they also live in the pits of jahannam
JANN/جان, the jann are the most ancient class of jinns perhaps their ancestors they are very open minded about humans and will frequently help them and were among the first djinn encountered by people they are also are shape-shifters who live in the desert, and take the forms of whirlwinds and white camels Throughout history, the Jann have protected armies they deem as righteous, while impeding those they deem unworthy. The entire course of history is affected when they help a side. As a result, many events vital to Islamic history have been attributed to the Jann.
GHOUL/غول, The ghouls are nocturnal shape-shifting, cannibalistic, and blood-drinking ugly jinns that feed on the flesh of human beings especially travelers, children or corpses stolen out of graves they are known to inhabit graveyards and catacombs they were once jinns who tried to eavesdrop on the conversations of allah (swt) and the angels but they were caught and hit by flames thrown by the angels when they crashed on the earth they were horribly disfigured and became animalistic according to hadith they can be harmed by reciting specific surahs
HINN/حنّ The hinn are jinn, close to animals, and they especially like to appear as dogs cats wolves and other wild creatures
NASNAS/النَّسْنَاس the nasnas is a very weak form of jinns they are said to be the offspring of jinns and humans it has half a head, half a body, one arm, one leg. It hops about on its single leg. The nasnas was said to be the offspring of a shiqq another weak jinn they are also extremely dangerous as they have a poisonous touch
SHIQQ/ الشق The shiqq is a lower form of djinn, a half creature,or literally only half-formed and thus deformed in appearance.
PALIS/باليس the palis is a vampiric jinn who enters the tents of Travelers during the night they lick the skin of the person draining their blood but they can be easily fooled by the person covering themselves with a blanket or fabric
SHAYTAN/شيطان the shaytan are a race of evil spirits who misguide humans by whispering evil suggestions in their ears they are shapeshifters but in their true forms they appear as very nightmarish and ugly with horns they are the soldiers of iblis the devil and king of all demons and unclean jinns they are mentioned throughout the holy quran they cause discord between brothers and sisters spouses and communities
SI’LAT/ السيلات the si’lat are cunning expert shapeshifters and usually appear as regular humans or strange hybrid animals Si'lat are said to live in the desolate parts of the desert where they lead travellers and nomads astray, leading them to their deaths.
QAREEN/قرين a jinn who is a companion of a human and whispers into their ears
DIV the div are horned giants jinns of war who live on mount qaf and are fierce and evil they are the enemies of the peris
PERI peris are small winged humanoid female jinns they are not ugly and are very peaceful beings they inhabit the great mountain qaf with their enemies the divs
THE SEVEN JINN KINGS Mulūk al-Arḍīya (Arabic: ملوك الأرضية)
al-madhab the golden king is a ruler of the shaytan al-Mudhib possesses secrets of occult knowledge such as the transmutation of gold and the workings of the sun. This jinn is associated with the incense sandarus He is of the Jinn tribe Banu Danair al-Jan Jamlith, a powerful and mighty family known for their wisdom, knowledge, and mastery of the occult craft. he dwells in the first layer of jahannam
al-abyad the white king is the enemy of hadrat jibrail (as) he was the demon who tempted the hermit Barsisa he is also known to be one of the most high ranking demonic generals in the infernal court of iblis he resides in the second layer of jahannam
al-ahmar the crimson king or red king also known as abu yaqub is the demon of war and violence he wields a flaming sword while riding on a lion he is the main commander of the armies of iblis he is known to be blind because of his extreme violence and because in his rage he strikes without regard or mercy he resides in the third layer of jahannam
barqan the blue king or the lord of two lightnings is ruler of the city carnelian which resides in the third layer of jahannam he is a king of the marids and the enemy of hadrat mikael (as) he teaches the shaytans magic and harming humans
shamhurish is the patron shaytan of witches and sorcerers he has a son named sultan-al khal and a daughter who is a female shaytan who helps witches shamhurish he resides in the fourth layer of jahannam in a golden palace
zawbaah the yellow king also known as the cyclone is a demon lord who has a horrifying appearence with many heads of different beasts on his main face he is feared by other shayatan he is assisted by two other demons, a gray-skinned one, the other being dark-skin with horns he is the son of al-uzza the female shaytan who was worshipped by the quraish tribe he is known to be extremely wrathful and causes storms and chaos he resides in the fifth layer of jahannam
maymun the black king is the shaytan of greed and wealth and tempts humans with greed he is releated to the demon mammon mentioned in the christian bible He is the only king of the jinn who has wings and is described as maymun of the clouds he is one of the closet ministers to iblis (la) He has large open wings with gold and red feathers, red flames under his body and a monstrous head with a pointed beard, tusks, green eyes, goat ears and bovine horns he resides in the seventh layer of jahannam
OTHER JINNS
sakh صخر meaning stony one was a giant jinn and master of the sea he was a jinn king who was imprisoned by nabi sulaiman (as) He was the ifrit who is said to have obtained possession of Prophet Sulaiman's ring from a woman named Jarada (also known as Kūna, or al-Aminah) the daughter of King Sidun (ʿUkūz bin Maruh/Mazuh, or Nubara), and to have impersonated the King for forty days, when Sakhr flew away and threw the ring into the sea, where it was swallowed by a fish which was afterwards caught and brought to Prophet Sulaiman (as),who by this means recovered his kingdom. Sulaiman sent for the shaytan, and he was brought. Sulaiman (as) gave orders to place him in a chest of iron, and it was shut and locked with a lock. He sealed it with his signet ring, then he gave orders to cast it into the sea or imprisoned on Mount Damavand. The chest containing Sakhr was thrown into the lake of Tiberias. The shaytan will be in it until the Hour arrives he is also known as asmodeus in christian faith
awar the shaytan of lust is one of the sons of iblis (la)
Ayna, daughter of iblis who married an apostate jinn
Batr, a devil making people appreciate slapping and screaming.
bubu the jinns only seen by children and infants
Chotrob, a devil tempting during prayer.
dasim another son of iblis (la) who causes enmity between husband and wife.
ghaddar dog like shaytan who live in the desert they attack and mutilate travelers
Ham ibn Him ibn Laqis ibn Iblis grandson of Iblis he was anexception among the devils he was a sahaba of the prophet (saw)
Hanzab and Hadis devils who distract Muslims from prayers
Kabkab a devil causing trouble to people
Khartafus, a jinn who betrayed his father and joined the army of devils after he married the daughter of Iblis (la)
Laqis the shaytan whom the zoroastrian fire worshippers prayed to
mahakaal a four armed shaytan wearing a crown made of skulls teaching incantations and how to perform miracles
zalambur another son of iblis (la) who tempts people into dishonesty
zar a group of jinn mostly malevolent Associated with possession
Misout a son of iblis (la) responsible for false accounts or news
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MARID/مارد marid are the favored troops of iblis as they are the most powerful of all the types of jinn even if they are the least numerous they are massive and prideful and arrogant they are mentioned in the quran (aṣ-Ṣāffāt, 37:7)
IFRIT/ عفريت the ifrit are an infernal class of jinns cited only once in the quran (surah an-naml aya 27:39) they are enormous horrible winged creatures made of fire they live underground frequently in ruins they live in communities complete with kings and rulers they also live in the pits of jahannam
JANN/جان, the jann are the most ancient class of jinns perhaps their ancestors they are very open minded about humans and will frequently help them and were among the first djinn encountered by people they are also are shape-shifters who live in the desert, and take the forms of whirlwinds and white camels Throughout history, the Jann have protected armies they deem as righteous, while impeding those they deem unworthy. The entire course of history is affected when they help a side. As a result, many events vital to Islamic history have been attributed to the Jann.
GHOUL/غول, The ghouls are nocturnal shape-shifting, cannibalistic, and blood-drinking ugly jinns that feed on the flesh of human beings especially travelers, children or corpses stolen out of graves they are known to inhabit graveyards and catacombs they were once jinns who tried to eavesdrop on the conversations of allah (swt) and the angels but they were caught and hit by flames thrown by the angels when they crashed on the earth they were horribly disfigured and became animalistic according to hadith they can be harmed by reciting specific surahs
HINN/حنّ The hinn are jinn, close to animals, and they especially like to appear as dogs cats wolves and other wild creatures
NASNAS/النَّسْنَاس the nasnas is a very weak form of jinns they are said to be the offspring of jinns and humans it has half a head, half a body, one arm, one leg. It hops about on its single leg. The nasnas was said to be the offspring of a shiqq another weak jinn they are also extremely dangerous as they have a poisonous touch
SHIQQ/ الشق The shiqq is a lower form of djinn, a half creature,or literally only half-formed and thus deformed in appearance.
PALIS/باليس the palis is a vampiric jinn who enters the tents of Travelers during the night they lick the skin of the person draining their blood but they can be easily fooled by the person covering themselves with a blanket or fabric
SHAYTAN/شيطان the shaytan are a race of evil spirits who misguide humans by whispering evil suggestions in their ears they are shapeshifters but in their true forms they appear as very nightmarish and ugly with horns they are the soldiers of iblis the devil and king of all demons and unclean jinns they are mentioned throughout the holy quran they cause discord between brothers and sisters spouses and communities
SI’LAT/ السيلات the si’lat are cunning expert shapeshifters and usually appear as regular humans or strange hybrid animals Si'lat are said to live in the desolate parts of the desert where they lead travellers and nomads astray, leading them to their deaths.
QAREEN/قرين a jinn who is a companion of a human and whispers into their ears
DIV the div are horned giants jinns of war who live on mount qaf and are fierce and evil they are the enemies of the peris
PERI peris are small winged humanoid female jinns they are not ugly and are very peaceful beings they inhabit the great mountain qaf with their enemies the divs
THE SEVEN JINN KINGS Mulūk al-Arḍīya (Arabic: ملوك الأرضية)
al-madhab the golden king is a ruler of the shaytan al-Mudhib possesses secrets of occult knowledge such as the transmutation of gold and the workings of the sun. This jinn is associated with the incense sandarus He is of the Jinn tribe Banu Danair al-Jan Jamlith, a powerful and mighty family known for their wisdom, knowledge, and mastery of the occult craft. he dwells in the first layer of jahannam
al-abyad the white king is the enemy of hadrat jibrail (as) he was the demon who tempted the hermit Barsisa he is also known to be one of the most high ranking demonic generals in the infernal court of iblis he resides in the second layer of jahannam
al-ahmar the crimson king or red king also known as abu yaqub is the demon of war and violence he wields a flaming sword while riding on a lion he is the main commander of the armies of iblis he is known to be blind because of his extreme violence and because in his rage he strikes without regard or mercy he resides in the third layer of jahannam
barqan the blue king or the lord of two lightnings is ruler of the city carnelian which resides in the third layer of jahannam he is a king of the marids and the enemy of hadrat mikael (as) he teaches the shaytans magic and harming humans
shamhurish is the patron shaytan of witches and sorcerers he has a son named sultan-al khal and a daughter who is a female shaytan who helps witches shamhurish he resides in the fourth layer of jahannam in a golden palace
zawbaah the yellow king also known as the cyclone is a demon lord who has a horrifying appearence with many heads of different beasts on his main face he is feared by other shayatan he is assisted by two other demons, a gray-skinned one, the other being dark-skin with horns he is the son of al-uzza the female shaytan who was worshipped by the quraish tribe he is known to be extremely wrathful and causes storms and chaos he resides in the fifth layer of jahannam
maymun the black king is the shaytan of greed and wealth and tempts humans with greed he is releated to the demon mammon mentioned in the christian bible He is the only king of the jinn who has wings and is described as maymun of the clouds he is one of the closet ministers to iblis (la) He has large open wings with gold and red feathers, red flames under his body and a monstrous head with a pointed beard, tusks, green eyes, goat ears and bovine horns he resides in the seventh layer of jahannam
OTHER JINNS
sakh صخر meaning stony one was a giant jinn and master of the sea he was a jinn king who was imprisoned by nabi sulaiman (as) He was the ifrit who is said to have obtained possession of Prophet Sulaiman's ring from a woman named Jarada (also known as Kūna, or al-Aminah) the daughter of King Sidun (ʿUkūz bin Maruh/Mazuh, or Nubara), and to have impersonated the King for forty days, when Sakhr flew away and threw the ring into the sea, where it was swallowed by a fish which was afterwards caught and brought to Prophet Sulaiman (as),who by this means recovered his kingdom. Sulaiman sent for the shaytan, and he was brought. Sulaiman (as) gave orders to place him in a chest of iron, and it was shut and locked with a lock. He sealed it with his signet ring, then he gave orders to cast it into the sea or imprisoned on Mount Damavand. The chest containing Sakhr was thrown into the lake of Tiberias. The shaytan will be in it until the Hour arrives he is also known as asmodeus in christian faith
awar the shaytan of lust is one of the sons of iblis (la)
Ayna, daughter of iblis who married an apostate jinn
Batr, a devil making people appreciate slapping and screaming.
bubu the jinns only seen by children and infants
Chotrob, a devil tempting during prayer.
dasim another son of iblis (la) who causes enmity between husband and wife.
ghaddar dog like shaytan who live in the desert they attack and mutilate travelers
Ham ibn Him ibn Laqis ibn Iblis grandson of Iblis he was anexception among the devils he was a sahaba of the prophet (saw)
Hanzab and Hadis devils who distract Muslims from prayers
Kabkab a devil causing trouble to people
Khartafus, a jinn who betrayed his father and joined the army of devils after he married the daughter of Iblis (la)
Laqis the shaytan whom the zoroastrian fire worshippers prayed to
mahakaal a four armed shaytan wearing a crown made of skulls teaching incantations and how to perform miracles
zalambur another son of iblis (la) who tempts people into dishonesty
zar a group of jinn mostly malevolent Associated with possession
Misout a son of iblis (la) responsible for false accounts or news
أَعُوْذُ بِاللّٰهِ مِنَ الشَّيْطٰانِ الرَّجِيْمِ
2023.04.02 03:29 po-tatertot Accidentally ate gluten but I feel…fine??
Usually I react to traces of gluten within 30 minutes to an hour. I accidentally ate a couple of large chips made of flour tortillas tonight, and it’s been 3 and a half hours and my stomach hasn’t even rumbled once? Maybe a little bit extra tired or slightly refluxy, but even then it’s no more than if I had a little more dairy than usual.
I’ve been diagnosed and gluten free for 2 years and haven’t been glutened in at least 6 months, and haven’t had this much gluten in a year (didn’t realize cheese curds are battered… yeah). Is my reaction less severe because my gut is healed/healthy? Is it just gonna hit me later?? It’s really weirding me out, would love to know if others have experienced this, or know what may be going on, or if it’s just a one off and I got lucky😅
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I’ve been diagnosed and gluten free for 2 years and haven’t been glutened in at least 6 months, and haven’t had this much gluten in a year (didn’t realize cheese curds are battered… yeah). Is my reaction less severe because my gut is healed/healthy? Is it just gonna hit me later?? It’s really weirding me out, would love to know if others have experienced this, or know what may be going on, or if it’s just a one off and I got lucky😅
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2023.04.02 03:00 southport65 My Top 5 wing spots in Buffalo
Sup, Buffalo?
You might recall me as that dude from Toronto who a few months back undertook trying some of your most highly regarded wing spots. Well, I've done just that over my last four visits spanning the last 3-4 months.
I don't want this to be a super long post like my first one was, so just want to keep it to my top five.
1) Bar Bill North. I really, really, wanted one of the more vibey OG spots to take first place, but just couldn't deny Bar Bill. Their wings are the best I've ever had anywhere, full stop. Even when I had other wing joints to hit up on the itinerary, I couldn't resist the lure of BB. They are that good. The perfect combination of that deep umami rendered fat crunch, seasoning/flavour, and size. I typically steer away from "novelty flavours", but their cajun honey butter bbq is downright heavenly. Btw, I always order medium at every spot as a sort of "control", and the one at BBN was terrific. I hate how busy this spot gets, but it's honestly worth a wait. As an aside, several people had mentioned their beef on weck was arguably the best around, and while I haven't yet gone as deep with BoW, it was great, but maybe not as good as Kelly's Korner's BoW. Anyways, this is as close to the perfect wing as I can imagine. When I think of wings, which is much too often, this is the one I see/taste in my mind- it is my benchmark wing and in fact king of wings in perpetuity, which will indeed be difficult to dethrone.
2) Kelly's Korner. Honestly, the second place position is a toss-up between Kelly's Korner and Gabriel's Gate, but I'm giving the edge to KK for two reasons: 1) the crisp is unrivalled. Yes, I noted BBN's crisp is great, but it was more a factor in the bigger picture... merely one part in the larger equation... the crisp @ kK's can school all other crisps. Nobodies wings have crisp like Kelly's- I will fight you over it. 2) the service. The two waitresses working, whose names currently escape me (shame on me), were absolute rays of sunshine, and I've seen that alluded to in reviews of the place. They were just so damn kind, hospitable, and attentive. Honestly, the wings were not as deeply-seasoned or flavourful as some of the other spots-- I didn't care for their garlic parm ones at all if I'm honest--, but these are about as old school a wing as you'll find, and I really appreciate them for keeping it classic. Their medium was fantastic. One of the waitresses shared with me what they attribute that deep crisp to, and it makes sense. I won't divulge it here, but if you find yourself there, I'm sure she'll share. As for the vibe... I love it- like a beloved neighbourhood sports bar locked in the 80's. Never change.
3) Gabriel's Gate. Man, the vibe of this place- have they filmed any movies or shows here? Needs to be seen by audiences at large. The wait can be a bitch, and it can feel pretty cramped, but it's worth tolerating, because their wings were probably the most flavourful of the bunch, almost too much so (yes, there's such a thing lol). Please realize that my rankings are an aggregate of various factors, none more/less important than the next- they're all equally important. Size of wing was great (pretty big), their cajun was dope, but hard to beat their medium. I've wanted to go back since my first visit, but just haven't gotten around to it- probably next visit, later this month.
4) This is going to be hugely controversial, I know. Many of you will likely discredit my entire post/opinion on this entry alone. Look, in all of these "favourite wing in Buffalo" posts, all you natives love to shit on it... and I'm sure that's given away who I'm talking about... but I cannot for the life of me understand why you love to hate it- maybe because it's the cool locals thing to do. I'm, of course, talking about Anchor Bar (the original Main St. one). I can appreciate that any restaurant can suffer from inconsistency-- I've seen that cited a lot re: Anchor--, but over the almost two dozens pilgrimages I've made there spanning the past two decades, I've never been wronged. The vibe is cool, if touristy, but the wings don't lie, man. This is the cliche Buffalo wing spot, sure, but the wings are great, in a cliche, classic way, which is not at all a bad thing. These are like the BBN wings except toned down on some fronts, in the sense that they're the full package... crisp, size, flavour... just maybe slightly less of each. A top contender for most well-rounded wing. So stop hating just 'cause it's the cool thing to do, because it's where all the tourists are ushered, and give it another try.
5) Swiston's. If my Anchor Bar entry wasn't already enough of a curve ball, this might well be. Yes, the renowned beef on weck place (whose beef on weck isn't actually that great, imo). The wings, similar to Kelly's Korner, are an old school wing- a glimpse into a bygone era of wing-making; a picture of the archetypal wing of yesteryear. They are un-fussed, unpretentious, honest wings. Good size, great cook & crunch, simply but classic flavours.
So there's my, probably very strange to you, top five, but it's merely just my top five, and all this shit is subjective. I'm just a nobody from Toronto who cheated on his diet one too many times in hopes of finding the best wing.
This isn't quite an honourable mentions section, but I did want to mention some of the other spots I visited...
First up, Wingnutz... everyone working there who I met the day I went was a total gem, to the point they offered to make me a little wing sampler plate with all their wing flavours the next time I come in. The wings are huge, but there was something about the cook/texture I just couldn't get behind- the texture was almost pork rind-like; very inflated if that makes sense? And maybe I'd like it more with a dry seasoning, but with any wet seasoning, I found it just became a bit too mushy for my liking. And as for their flavour, it is perhaps the most unique of all the places I've tried... but that doesn't mean it's to my liking. Their wings run hot, which is fine, but the thing that I couldn't vibe with was the heavy-handed use of clove (which I cannot stand). Actually, I remarked to one of the guys working what a unique taste their sauce had, and immediately asked if it was clove, by which he was shocked, telling me that was indeed it, but that nobody has ever guessed it. I also find they over-sauce the wings, and that they're a bit too vinegar-heavy. But I absolutely respect this spot and will definitely hit it up again on an upcoming visit- this time, I'd see if there's any dry seasonings available (I really think they'd shine with this), and would like to try their other flavours.
Next up, Wiechec's Lounge. This was meant to be something of a "deep cut" wing spot, primarily known for their fish fry (which, sadly I didn't get around to trying, but certainly will in the future). So, I had high hops for this joint, but their wings left something to be desired, being on the smaller side and just not that well cooked or seasoned- maybe it was an off day, it must've been, as they came very highly recommended by a local wing connoisseur. That said, their chicken corn chowder was awesome, as was the old school vibe and our waitress.
Lastly, Elmo's. This was on my most recent trip just last week, and I honestly regret it. I know people like it, but there's much better. The wings took forever, our waitress wasn't very pleasant, the atmosphere (which old school) was kinda' "meh", and the wings were just a bland disappointment, the cajun ones tasting like downright gasoline fumes, lol, and the mediums, while being pretty solid, nothing to write home about. Size was decent, but cook was weird- kind of soggy, no real crisp to talk of.
I know I'm forgetting a few others (frankly not worth mentioning), but this ended up being a lot longer post than I intended, and I'm tired now, lol. I'll be back later this month and intend to hit up 2-3 spots on my three day trip. I know one glaring omission from my list, which I very well might have to adjust after my next trip, is Nine-Eleven Tavern, which I simply haven't made it out to as yet, though I've a feeling it looms over the top three. I've also heard some of those Italian/pizza joints make an excellent wing, so might hit any random one, or La Nova? Heard good things about Imperial. Oh, also Moor Pat, which I was feet away from on one of my trips, but was already stuffed on Bar Bill North, enjoying a scoop from neighbouring Sweet Jenny's (which is an ABSOLUTE MUST if you haven't been).
If there's any spots not cited above you feel are absolute must-try's, please do comment below- I will be certain to pay them a visit, and cannot wait to do so. Will update this post accordingly, or make a new one.
Thanks for reading (if you've made it this far, that is), and thanks for making the best wings anywhere. It still trips me out, how despite living just a couple of hours away in the sprawling metropolis of Toronto, your guys wings are so, so, much better, night-and-day so. For something as damn simple as a wing, consisting of so few ingredients, and of such a simple cook process, you guys really do have it down.
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You might recall me as that dude from Toronto who a few months back undertook trying some of your most highly regarded wing spots. Well, I've done just that over my last four visits spanning the last 3-4 months.
I don't want this to be a super long post like my first one was, so just want to keep it to my top five.
1) Bar Bill North. I really, really, wanted one of the more vibey OG spots to take first place, but just couldn't deny Bar Bill. Their wings are the best I've ever had anywhere, full stop. Even when I had other wing joints to hit up on the itinerary, I couldn't resist the lure of BB. They are that good. The perfect combination of that deep umami rendered fat crunch, seasoning/flavour, and size. I typically steer away from "novelty flavours", but their cajun honey butter bbq is downright heavenly. Btw, I always order medium at every spot as a sort of "control", and the one at BBN was terrific. I hate how busy this spot gets, but it's honestly worth a wait. As an aside, several people had mentioned their beef on weck was arguably the best around, and while I haven't yet gone as deep with BoW, it was great, but maybe not as good as Kelly's Korner's BoW. Anyways, this is as close to the perfect wing as I can imagine. When I think of wings, which is much too often, this is the one I see/taste in my mind- it is my benchmark wing and in fact king of wings in perpetuity, which will indeed be difficult to dethrone.
2) Kelly's Korner. Honestly, the second place position is a toss-up between Kelly's Korner and Gabriel's Gate, but I'm giving the edge to KK for two reasons: 1) the crisp is unrivalled. Yes, I noted BBN's crisp is great, but it was more a factor in the bigger picture... merely one part in the larger equation... the crisp @ kK's can school all other crisps. Nobodies wings have crisp like Kelly's- I will fight you over it. 2) the service. The two waitresses working, whose names currently escape me (shame on me), were absolute rays of sunshine, and I've seen that alluded to in reviews of the place. They were just so damn kind, hospitable, and attentive. Honestly, the wings were not as deeply-seasoned or flavourful as some of the other spots-- I didn't care for their garlic parm ones at all if I'm honest--, but these are about as old school a wing as you'll find, and I really appreciate them for keeping it classic. Their medium was fantastic. One of the waitresses shared with me what they attribute that deep crisp to, and it makes sense. I won't divulge it here, but if you find yourself there, I'm sure she'll share. As for the vibe... I love it- like a beloved neighbourhood sports bar locked in the 80's. Never change.
3) Gabriel's Gate. Man, the vibe of this place- have they filmed any movies or shows here? Needs to be seen by audiences at large. The wait can be a bitch, and it can feel pretty cramped, but it's worth tolerating, because their wings were probably the most flavourful of the bunch, almost too much so (yes, there's such a thing lol). Please realize that my rankings are an aggregate of various factors, none more/less important than the next- they're all equally important. Size of wing was great (pretty big), their cajun was dope, but hard to beat their medium. I've wanted to go back since my first visit, but just haven't gotten around to it- probably next visit, later this month.
4) This is going to be hugely controversial, I know. Many of you will likely discredit my entire post/opinion on this entry alone. Look, in all of these "favourite wing in Buffalo" posts, all you natives love to shit on it... and I'm sure that's given away who I'm talking about... but I cannot for the life of me understand why you love to hate it- maybe because it's the cool locals thing to do. I'm, of course, talking about Anchor Bar (the original Main St. one). I can appreciate that any restaurant can suffer from inconsistency-- I've seen that cited a lot re: Anchor--, but over the almost two dozens pilgrimages I've made there spanning the past two decades, I've never been wronged. The vibe is cool, if touristy, but the wings don't lie, man. This is the cliche Buffalo wing spot, sure, but the wings are great, in a cliche, classic way, which is not at all a bad thing. These are like the BBN wings except toned down on some fronts, in the sense that they're the full package... crisp, size, flavour... just maybe slightly less of each. A top contender for most well-rounded wing. So stop hating just 'cause it's the cool thing to do, because it's where all the tourists are ushered, and give it another try.
5) Swiston's. If my Anchor Bar entry wasn't already enough of a curve ball, this might well be. Yes, the renowned beef on weck place (whose beef on weck isn't actually that great, imo). The wings, similar to Kelly's Korner, are an old school wing- a glimpse into a bygone era of wing-making; a picture of the archetypal wing of yesteryear. They are un-fussed, unpretentious, honest wings. Good size, great cook & crunch, simply but classic flavours.
So there's my, probably very strange to you, top five, but it's merely just my top five, and all this shit is subjective. I'm just a nobody from Toronto who cheated on his diet one too many times in hopes of finding the best wing.
This isn't quite an honourable mentions section, but I did want to mention some of the other spots I visited...
First up, Wingnutz... everyone working there who I met the day I went was a total gem, to the point they offered to make me a little wing sampler plate with all their wing flavours the next time I come in. The wings are huge, but there was something about the cook/texture I just couldn't get behind- the texture was almost pork rind-like; very inflated if that makes sense? And maybe I'd like it more with a dry seasoning, but with any wet seasoning, I found it just became a bit too mushy for my liking. And as for their flavour, it is perhaps the most unique of all the places I've tried... but that doesn't mean it's to my liking. Their wings run hot, which is fine, but the thing that I couldn't vibe with was the heavy-handed use of clove (which I cannot stand). Actually, I remarked to one of the guys working what a unique taste their sauce had, and immediately asked if it was clove, by which he was shocked, telling me that was indeed it, but that nobody has ever guessed it. I also find they over-sauce the wings, and that they're a bit too vinegar-heavy. But I absolutely respect this spot and will definitely hit it up again on an upcoming visit- this time, I'd see if there's any dry seasonings available (I really think they'd shine with this), and would like to try their other flavours.
Next up, Wiechec's Lounge. This was meant to be something of a "deep cut" wing spot, primarily known for their fish fry (which, sadly I didn't get around to trying, but certainly will in the future). So, I had high hops for this joint, but their wings left something to be desired, being on the smaller side and just not that well cooked or seasoned- maybe it was an off day, it must've been, as they came very highly recommended by a local wing connoisseur. That said, their chicken corn chowder was awesome, as was the old school vibe and our waitress.
Lastly, Elmo's. This was on my most recent trip just last week, and I honestly regret it. I know people like it, but there's much better. The wings took forever, our waitress wasn't very pleasant, the atmosphere (which old school) was kinda' "meh", and the wings were just a bland disappointment, the cajun ones tasting like downright gasoline fumes, lol, and the mediums, while being pretty solid, nothing to write home about. Size was decent, but cook was weird- kind of soggy, no real crisp to talk of.
I know I'm forgetting a few others (frankly not worth mentioning), but this ended up being a lot longer post than I intended, and I'm tired now, lol. I'll be back later this month and intend to hit up 2-3 spots on my three day trip. I know one glaring omission from my list, which I very well might have to adjust after my next trip, is Nine-Eleven Tavern, which I simply haven't made it out to as yet, though I've a feeling it looms over the top three. I've also heard some of those Italian/pizza joints make an excellent wing, so might hit any random one, or La Nova? Heard good things about Imperial. Oh, also Moor Pat, which I was feet away from on one of my trips, but was already stuffed on Bar Bill North, enjoying a scoop from neighbouring Sweet Jenny's (which is an ABSOLUTE MUST if you haven't been).
If there's any spots not cited above you feel are absolute must-try's, please do comment below- I will be certain to pay them a visit, and cannot wait to do so. Will update this post accordingly, or make a new one.
Thanks for reading (if you've made it this far, that is), and thanks for making the best wings anywhere. It still trips me out, how despite living just a couple of hours away in the sprawling metropolis of Toronto, your guys wings are so, so, much better, night-and-day so. For something as damn simple as a wing, consisting of so few ingredients, and of such a simple cook process, you guys really do have it down.
2023.04.02 02:41 Working_Variation796 [Wild] Variations on the Secret Mage netdeck
I think Secret Mage is pretty cool as an archetype in Wild. It's one of those ancient decks that used to be garbage and now has years of synergy to where it's actually good. I know people loathe to see it, but I actually think it's one of the "healthier" strong decks in wild. It has no singularly overpowered cards and it plays for board and forces interaction. It's also a nice "you must be this tall to Wild" deck to trim total goldfish decks from existing.
That said, I think the basic netdeck that literally every goober on ladder uses has a ton of room for experimentation. Further, even teching a few different secrets can really mess with opponents' plans, since most people expect all secret mages to be the same and have the same basic counterplay patterns.
Rather than the older style of smorc + burn that secret mage used to follow, I think the best way for secret mage to play in the current meta is to play for early stats and locking out opponents from answering. Aggro match-ups can just be sacked, which frees up a bunch of space in the deck for more consistency.
Here are some of my opinions on cards after experimenting for a while. Most of my matchups are against Shaman and Druid. If you're seeing tons of aggro, obviously the valets will be worth keeping.
I wouldn't go 10x Secrets, but I think Explosive Runes can be cut in cases where you're playing against tons of Druids. Netherwind is nice cheese.
Here's my current list:
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That said, I think the basic netdeck that literally every goober on ladder uses has a ton of room for experimentation. Further, even teching a few different secrets can really mess with opponents' plans, since most people expect all secret mages to be the same and have the same basic counterplay patterns.
Rather than the older style of smorc + burn that secret mage used to follow, I think the best way for secret mage to play in the current meta is to play for early stats and locking out opponents from answering. Aggro match-ups can just be sacked, which frees up a bunch of space in the deck for more consistency.
Here are some of my opinions on cards after experimenting for a while. Most of my matchups are against Shaman and Druid. If you're seeing tons of aggro, obviously the valets will be worth keeping.
Core
Secret Stuff- Kabal Lackey (2x)
- Anonymous Informant (2x)
- Counter Spell (2x)
- Objection (2x)
- Rigged Fair Game (2x)
- Explosive Runes (2x)
- Mad Scientist (2x)
- Ancient Mysteries (2x)
- Arcanologist (2x)
- Chatty Bartender (2x)
- Kabal Crystal Runner (2x)
- Contract Conjurer (2x)
- Arcane Flakmage (2x) - this card is Bloodfen Raptor most games. I don't think there's enough aggro to bother including this. (What's cool, though, is that secret mage does have the option of going super anti aggro w/ this, flame ward, bartender, etc.)
- Cloud Prince (2x) - Sits in your hand too much
- Medivh's Valet (2x) - The best of the stuff I'd cut
- Sayge, Seer of Darkmoon (1x) - Stats say this is bad. My experience says the same. I don't think the 1-in-10 game mega highroll makes this worth it. See some of the alternatives for refill below...
Alternatives to explore
Secret StuffI wouldn't go 10x Secrets, but I think Explosive Runes can be cut in cases where you're playing against tons of Druids. Netherwind is nice cheese.
- Netherwind Portal
- Oasis Ally - an anti (rogue) aggro option
- Suspicious Alchemist - This is a surprisingly good T1 play for the deck. You get a good body and this can just give you a secret a good chunk of the time.
- Stargazer Luna - This is a great alternative to Sayge, especially when cutting the princes. This deck has lots of ways of playing cards for cheap or free.
- Sir Finley of The Seas + Evocation -- Evocation is nice on its own to dig for a finisher, but this is also a great way to refill very early on. Secret mage with a 9 card hand on turn 4 is OP. Example: https://i.imgur.com/iEFPwVh.png
- Astalaor Bloodsworn - all the burn that you need, IMO.
- Occult Conjurer - good as a one-of, I think. This loses out to bartender for a spot, but if things slow down in wild, this is a great card.
- Loatheb / Okani -- a lockout card is pretty important to protect a board. Usually I play for another counterspell leffect.
- Orion, Mansion Manager -- This card can wins games on its own, but it also can't be played until T5 most games. Idk, I have a personal bias for it, so I like to use it.
- E.T.C. - seems bad, but you can load this with stuff like Zephrys, Geist, or a Rivendare, which can totally flip those decks that try to outlast your damage.
- Iron Deep Trogg -- Secret mage still doesn't have a real 1-drop. (This is the primary reason it's not top tier). This is a fantastic punish to other mages and Druids.
- Commander Sivara - 3rd counterspell is always nice, but this is too slow, me thinks.
Here's my current list:
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2023.04.02 02:24 Wahoo007 Not to brag…
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