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Number of fights youve been in: Two now.
Number of kills: One out of self defense.

Number of fights they've been in: Countless.
Number of kills they've had: Many.

That was what you thought as your back was pressed against the wall, those people, no those things weren't just going to sit there, they were going to attack. Meaning to kill, this was a house that was a sanctuary for the outcasts of the outcasts. Your breathing quickens and you feel it, doubt and fear creeping up inside you.

Before you can back out or regain your courage a pipe swings at you, and misses narrowly, smashing into and cracking the wall where your head was before you ducked. You flap your wings frantically, sending strong gusts of wind everywhere. any decoration either shoke or broke, and your attacker stumbled back as you winced from hitting your wings off of the walls of the enclosed hallway.

you growled at the man in a black frowny face mask, wearing a orange Hoodie and wielding the same pipe that almost broke your skull. as if he was unfazed, the man in the Hoodie charges at you, the pipe raised high in the air.

You tuck your wings in tightly, and right before any sort of collision could happen you grabbed his wrist, fighting back with all the strength you could muster. It was a struggle however, was he even human? He was very strong at the most, and the struggle between you to was very challenging. You thrash your fangs in his masked face, hissing and trying to rip the weapon from the man.

Suddenly your attacker lets go of the pipe, and you embarrassingly stumble backwards and fall on your ass. You growl some more, but stand up with the pipe in hand. You raise said pipe and attempt to attack, however your grabbed from behind under your arms.

Your restrained tightly, and it's especially painful to have your wings crushed against someones chest as well as your weight. they tighten their grip on you, strong hand covered in a yellow jacket. You hold back a scream of agony, and begin to panic. Why weren't you strong enough, why were these men winning?! In a panic you drop the pipe, you try to reach for it but the man in the yellow jacket grabs your arm and a cry escapes you.

You kick you legs everywhere, hoping to kick the orange Hoodie guy who was now walking towards you. He picks up the pipe that had rolled aross the floor, and takes a swing at you. Still frantic and now even worse you kick at his pipe, trying to protect your ribs and face.
the cold hard metal collides with your leg, pain tingling through you making you scream again, louder and more animalistic this time. That'll leave a bruise.

Screaming and the pain made you let your guard down, and the man with the pipe took this chance to crash his weapon into your side, and you swear you feel something crack as your head buzzes from the pain and you screech some more as your eyes begin to glow (color) as the pain leads to rage, and the rage leads to your demoic powers firing up.

When the man swings his pipe at you again, you kick the pipe with great accuracy, denting it even and sending it flying out of his grasp.

The man who held you let go in surprise, and moved back a safe distance from you as the orange Hoodie one ran to retrieve his pipe. You turn towards the one who pinned you, and you slowly lose your control to the rage inside of you. He wore a mask to, a white one with feminine black lips. But that didn't matter, NOTHING mattered at the moment except for getting pay back.

You turn around in time to grab the man's wrist just in time, but this time you're not fighting off his pipe, he's fighting off you and your lady rage. You jerk him down to you, so your face to face, and then you reach over the pipe and sink your fangs into that face. The hooded man thrashes, trying you to get your long sharp teeth out of his fabric mask and flesh but that only made the damage worse before he stumbled back out of your reach. You hear a chuckle from behind you, and this makes you just a little annoyed. White mask guy won't be laughing when it's his turn.

"That Bitch! That bitch bit my fucking cheek off!" you're more surprised then offended, so they could talk then. You sweep the foul mouthed mans feet out from under him, and he falls on his back, and you slam you heel onto his chest, putting enough pressure to let him know he was dead. You Grin, but your quickly throw off of the Hooded man. Quite literally to.

The white masked man tackled you, and you fall onto your stomach, but before you can get up he's ontop of you pinning your arms behind your back. You easily thrash him off of you, and stand up to kick him in the ribs. He grabs his sides, and gets up and moves.

You watch the two men circle you, amused. You're not even trying to kill them, you feel powerful, you feel like a cat fooling with helpless mice. you could do this all day. A Wave of disgust washes over you as you realize you feel like Lilith.

Black. A swarm of black tentacles surrounded you, and your power trip ends. At first you angrily try to rip them apart, but they were strong, and they lifted you up into the air by your ankles and wrists, and slammed you on the ground. Repeatedly. Yes It hurt alot, and yes you paniced again. The fear this time was so strong, it was unaturally so. Then you saw him again, tall, faceless, and in a black suit.

He threw you to the ground one last time, harder then all the rest of the attacks before hand. You roll onto your side, dizzy and in pain everywhere, white dots and blurs appeared in your vision as well as you looked over to him in terror to see the blacks tentacles dissappear behind him. the "man" approaches you, each step echoing darkly as if he was in the basement and not a hallway. The tall faceless man looms over you eventually, and from a mouth he didn't have words formed in a deep, dark monotone voice. "What Is Your Name, Demon."

Your paralyzed in fear, unable to speak. "Answer Me Child." You snap out of your trance, and cover your eyes, as if it'll protect you from the horror before you "... (Y/N)" You whimper out, just wishing to disappear, you felt like an ant at the foot of a giant. "I Saw You Come From One Of The Wells. Tell Me Why You Came Here." You blinked repeatedly, for a second you forgot everything, what was this monster doing? "I just wanted... to live another life, away from the politics" and it was the truth, that technically was why you were here. But you were so beat up, so battered and tired that you knew it, you were going to lose conciseness.

"Take Her Back Down, Ready Her For A Interrogation. Do Not Kill Her Yet."

Description
Number of fights youve been in: Two now.
Number of kills: One out of self defense.

Number of fights they've been in: Countless.
Number of kills they've had: Many.

That was what you thought as your back was pressed against the wall, those people, no those things weren't just going to sit there, they were going to attack. Meaning to kill, this was a house that was a sanctuary for the outcasts of the outcasts. Your breathing quickens and you feel it, doubt and fear creeping up inside you.

Before you can back out or regain your courage a pipe swings at you, and misses narrowly, smashing into and cracking the wall where your head was before you ducked. You flap your wings frantically, sending strong gusts of wind everywhere. any decoration either shoke or broke, and your attacker stumbled back as you winced from hitting your wings off of the walls of the enclosed hallway.

you growled at the man in a black frowny face mask, wearing a orange Hoodie and wielding the same pipe that almost broke your skull. as if he was unfazed, the man in the Hoodie charges at you, the pipe raised high in the air.

You tuck your wings in tightly, and right before any sort of collision could happen you grabbed his wrist, fighting back with all the strength you could muster. It was a struggle however, was he even human? He was very strong at the most, and the struggle between you to was very challenging. You thrash your fangs in his masked face, hissing and trying to rip the weapon from the man.

Suddenly your attacker lets go of the pipe, and you embarrassingly stumble backwards and fall on your ass. You growl some more, but stand up with the pipe in hand. You raise said pipe and attempt to attack, however your grabbed from behind under your arms.

Your restrained tightly, and it's especially painful to have your wings crushed against someones chest as well as your weight. they tighten their grip on you, strong hand covered in a yellow jacket. You hold back a scream of agony, and begin to panic. Why weren't you strong enough, why were these men winning?! In a panic you drop the pipe, you try to reach for it but the man in the yellow jacket grabs your arm and a cry escapes you.

You kick you legs everywhere, hoping to kick the orange Hoodie guy who was now walking towards you. He picks up the pipe that had rolled aross the floor, and takes a swing at you. Still frantic and now even worse you kick at his pipe, trying to protect your ribs and face.
the cold hard metal collides with your leg, pain tingling through you making you scream again, louder and more animalistic this time. That'll leave a bruise.

Screaming and the pain made you let your guard down, and the man with the pipe took this chance to crash his weapon into your side, and you swear you feel something crack as your head buzzes from the pain and you screech some more as your eyes begin to glow (color) as the pain leads to rage, and the rage leads to your demoic powers firing up.

When the man swings his pipe at you again, you kick the pipe with great accuracy, denting it even and sending it flying out of his grasp.

The man who held you let go in surprise, and moved back a safe distance from you as the orange Hoodie one ran to retrieve his pipe. You turn towards the one who pinned you, and you slowly lose your control to the rage inside of you. He wore a mask to, a white one with feminine black lips. But that didn't matter, NOTHING mattered at the moment except for getting pay back.

You turn around in time to grab the man's wrist just in time, but this time you're not fighting off his pipe, he's fighting off you and your lady rage. You jerk him down to you, so your face to face, and then you reach over the pipe and sink your fangs into that face. The hooded man thrashes, trying you to get your long sharp teeth out of his fabric mask and flesh but that only made the damage worse before he stumbled back out of your reach. You hear a chuckle from behind you, and this makes you just a little annoyed. White mask guy won't be laughing when it's his turn.

"That Bitch! That bitch bit my fucking cheek off!" you're more surprised then offended, so they could talk then. You sweep the foul mouthed mans feet out from under him, and he falls on his back, and you slam you heel onto his chest, putting enough pressure to let him know he was dead. You Grin, but your quickly throw off of the Hooded man. Quite literally to.

The white masked man tackled you, and you fall onto your stomach, but before you can get up he's ontop of you pinning your arms behind your back. You easily thrash him off of you, and stand up to kick him in the ribs. He grabs his sides, and gets up and moves.

You watch the two men circle you, amused. You're not even trying to kill them, you feel powerful, you feel like a cat fooling with helpless mice. you could do this all day. A Wave of disgust washes over you as you realize you feel like Lilith.

Black. A swarm of black tentacles surrounded you, and your power trip ends. At first you angrily try to rip them apart, but they were strong, and they lifted you up into the air by your ankles and wrists, and slammed you on the ground. Repeatedly. Yes It hurt alot, and yes you paniced again. The fear this time was so strong, it was unaturally so. Then you saw him again, tall, faceless, and in a black suit.

He threw you to the ground one last time, harder then all the rest of the attacks before hand. You roll onto your side, dizzy and in pain everywhere, white dots and blurs appeared in your vision as well as you looked over to him in terror to see the blacks tentacles dissappear behind him. the "man" approaches you, each step echoing darkly as if he was in the basement and not a hallway. The tall faceless man looms over you eventually, and from a mouth he didn't have words formed in a deep, dark monotone voice. "What Is Your Name, Demon."

Your paralyzed in fear, unable to speak. "Answer Me Child." You snap out of your trance, and cover your eyes, as if it'll protect you from the horror before you "... (Y/N)" You whimper out, just wishing to disappear, you felt like an ant at the foot of a giant. "I Saw You Come From One Of The Wells. Tell Me Why You Came Here." You blinked repeatedly, for a second you forgot everything, what was this monster doing? "I just wanted... to live another life, away from the politics" and it was the truth, that technically was why you were here. But you were so beat up, so battered and tired that you knew it, you were going to lose conciseness.

"Take Her Back Down, Ready Her For A Interrogation. Do Not Kill Her Yet."