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| [O] Holy Blood; Open [One other please] | |
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| Topic Started: Wed Dec 3, 2008 2:09 am (311 Views) | |
| ♥Cordelia Brooks | Tue Dec 16, 2008 2:54 am Post #16 |
 
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Cordelia squeaked as he hugged her, not fully expecting it. She remained stiff for a moment before lifting her arms, finding the strength to return his affection. She set her head next to his and stroked his hair, using her thumb to wipe away the tear line. “Shh,” she said soothingly. “Come now, it’s all right. We’ll just kill the bastard and that will be that. Vengeance is a sweet thing, my dear Nemmy.” She winked when he pulled away and could see her, a smirk curving onto her lips. Luriel would pay. With his life. She lifted Borael with her right hand, keeping a firm hold on Nemael with her left, trembling somewhat. “This belongs to you,” she said. “And we’re going to use it to kill him.” With every second that past by Cordelia began to feel stronger and stronger due to this detestation. There was a certain, strange kind of strength that came along with hatred and she loved how invigorating it was. Back to her old self… back to her old devilish self and she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. “Where the hell are we gonna find a holy man, though, dear? There won’t be a single one in Balefire and I’m not fighting a holy being on holy grounds. If we fight them they’ll come to us.” And it was, with that statement, that she got an idea. “… What if we held a holy man hostage, dear?” Oh, this was too delicious! Cordelia began to cackle, bringing Nemael into a close hug again. |
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