My roleplay stories.

Short intro.

This is a story about a demonic female on the look for what was taken from her many moons ago!
Black wings whisper about the ending in the darkness of life. A heart full of pain and suffering from those who whispered her name in the last seconds of their life. A soul given for work well done, yet a million screams inside enough to make a demon go mad.



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Highway of revenge.

A hundred years ago I would have melted at his touch. I would feel shivers running over my spine so strong it would make me weak in the knees. His skin against mine now is a mere reminder of the pain he cost me. It no longer feels like a loving touch between like-minded souls. Now, it burns a path straight into my anger and it feeds the hunger I hold for revenge. He knows it and pulls his hand away from my neck faster than light.

"Touch me again and I will remind you of what I am Robin."

My voice is loud with zero emotion. I used to feel so much for him. There was not one second passing without him being on my mind. There was nothing I wanted more than to wake up in his strong embrace and hear him whisper in my ears how much he loved me.

"I had to hex you, Cathy! They made me do it. I am the one with no choice this time."

He speaks as if I asked for his words. The words that once would make the lights in my eyes dance. Now, there is nothing but darkness in both my eyes and heart for the man standing before me. When I slowly turn to face him I feel nothing but disgust.

"How does it feel to have no choice? And why the hell do you think I care about your petty problems?"

I am sure he can feel the anger in my eyes burning into the deepest parts of his being now that I locked my gaze in him. How I would love to dance on his grave but sadly for him, he does not deserve one.

"You need to give me a chance Cathy! You need..."

I stop him from talking by placing my fingers on his lips. I press my tiny frame close against his massive frame. How people and demons alike always underestimate me for my size.

"I need nothing, you made sure of that so long ago. Now Robin, if you don't want to end up like the three friends the order sent to me last week, you better give me the exact spot of where they hold her."

I can read the shock in his eyes. I bet he thought I was here to get my set of magical daggers back. The daggers the order took from me the moment they kicked me out. Or perhaps he thought I would want my stones back. The stones he stole from me when I had to leave the order because of the simple fact that he voted against me. He could not be more wrong.

To be continued!

This is a peek into my Roleplay world. Please keep in mind that roleplay writing is totally different than when you write a book. Most roleplayers write in third person but like always, I am the weird one in the mix. I prefer first person! These stories are a hobby for me, so they are not perfect nor do I aim for that! I write mostly solo but I also love to write with others because that gives a totally different feeling!

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