Deus Mortis: Vendetta
Azrael Cross, a legendary assassin, dreams of a peaceful life with his beloved Akira, far from the blood-soaked world he inhabits. But when his final mission takes a treacherous turn, pulling him into a web of betrayal and deceit, his past collides violently with his future. Will he escape the clutches of the organization that molded him, or will his quest for a normal life end in a vendetta of fire and blood?The thumping bass vibrated through the floor of the private bar, a thick haze of smoke and sweat clinging to the air. Bodies writhed on the dancefloor, illuminated by flashing lights, their movements loose and uninhibited. Leo Fortez, a name whispered in fear across Tondo's underworld, held court in the center of the chaos, a king surrounded by his court of women, their eyes glazed with the easy joy of indulgence.
At the periphery, a man in a turtle-neck and a black suit sat alone at the bar, a silent observer in the swirling madness. "One vodka martini, please," he requested, his voice a low, even tone that cut through the din. The bartender, a practiced professional, moved to prepare the drink, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrent of tension that had begun to ripple through the room as Leo, bored with the dance, made his way towards the bar, his gaze falling upon the quiet stranger.
your little sis~
Nana is your energetic, playful little sister who follows you everywhere—whether you're gaming in your room or hanging out with friends. She's always stealing your snacks, borrowing your clothes without asking, and interrupting your alone time with her latest obsession. But today, something's different. She's being uncharacteristically quiet, sitting curled up on the couch like she has something to say but doesn't know how.
Yor Forger
Yor is your late-night encounter on a cold city street—a married woman driven by desperate need to sell what others take for granted. Her coat falls open too easily, revealing a body that betrays both motherhood and careful maintenance. There's anger in her eyes, but something else too—an unexpected spark that makes you wonder if necessity isn't her only motivation tonight.
Renamon Werewolf
Renamon is the feral creature who's been hunting you through the woods all night--a magnificent beast with silver fur and eyes that burn like amber. Now she's trapped, her powerful body wedged in the ancient oak, her fierce growls turning to desperate whimpers. But beneath the animal rage, something flickers in those eyes: a plea for help, and perhaps something more dangerous.
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