"U- Ugly?!!" Sharron heard something unbelievable she never expexted Sherlock to say right in front of her, not in a million years, but he just did, and he's smiling like a damn jerk after doing it.
"Haha, let's go leave whatever this place is!" Klein then grabbed the stunned Sharron, and turned his back, intending to run away together.
Suddenly.
Crack Crack
"Ow! Ow! Ow! Sharron, time out, time out!"
Sharron erupted into wrath and violence again, his hands which was grabbing hers, she returned back his gesture by crushing his palms tightly with a cold indifferent face, staring down the kneeling Sherlock who's trembling in clear agony.
"Sharron, let go, my hand, hahah!!" Sherlock pleaded like a little bitch to be let go of, is he crying or laughing even?
"Tell me who's Ugly again! Tell me you asshole!!" But Sharron didn't comply and put in more strength into her hands in a bid to get revenge on Sherlock's insulting remark.
Like how could he even say that, to the ever beautiful female beyonder of the prisoner pathway, the sequence 4 Puppet Sharron.
"Ahhhh!!!" Klein fall flat on the ground floor as he couldn't match the strength of the puppet, but first thing to note is that it appears he isn't even intending to fight back
Yet due to this, his hand in a bind, bones creaked, breaking bit by bit.
The pain on his face was clear as day, Sharron upon realizing this suddenly let go of Klein's hand, feeling a bit sorry.
(So- Sorry, Sherlock, are you oka- Cmon, say it with your mouth!! Stupid Sharron!! He didn't even fight back!!) The feeling of guilt slowly filled Sharron's mind as she wanted to come to his side and comfort him, but how could she do that when she just hurt him.
Hurting the one she loved physically, she done it now for real this time around.
"Finally got it out of your system? Fufu... Urgh!" Klein's face was full of agony, how could he not, yet the tone he carried and escaped his mouth was rather still playful and full of joy, in consideration of Sharron.
"Cmon, let's go, my beautiful Sharron!" He then tried to stand up, slowly, in composure, with more assurance, and a smile on his face.
He offered his other hand for her's to take.
The puppet was a little perplexed, confused, her hands trembling, her mind a bit lost and weak.
She tried to think, yet she was utterly lost.
(What was that all about even?) She asked.
And finally.
"Okay..." Albeit weak, it seems Sharron finally made up her mind a little due to her feelings getting swept away by Sherlock's remark.
Guided by his hand, Sherlock went back to where he came from with Sharron behind him, grabbing her delicate small hand.
Sharron looking at his wide back, it appears that Sherlock was in capable of hating her, the fact he still even went for her when it should've been her this time as a sort of comeuppance, its ridiculous isn't it.
What a deal breaker.
—
Back in backlund, fuck this shithole.
Way past midnight but the sun still have yet to rise, two gentlemen sat across each other with a table in between drinking tea and snacks from a nearby empty balcony that's just in front of Dwayne Dante's mansion.
Azick sips on a tea being served by a skeleton in front of him.
Old Man Hermes ate snacks with delight on his face per bite.
"Looks we didn't get much to show off, huh?"
"I guess."
—
Will Auceptin carried from his back Roselle who's full of damages and wounds all over his body, two illusory wings behind his back, flying back towards the astral world.
Sigh
"We totally lost didn't we?!" Will pondered, feeling defeated.
"Not necessarily, we might've lost the battle we personally engaged in, but that doesn't mean we lost the war." Words from a womanizer.
In a sense, they did lost their duels, but the interference of a certain powerful existence, one could easily guess that they won anyway in the end.
But what if there's no help?
Not really.
It was Will's future void projection in the first place.
But Evernight totally lost didnt she.
—
Atop the astral world.
The Half Celestial Worthy entire existence slowly dimineshes like a fog in the wind, starting from his illusory tentacles coming out of his cloaks from below.
But not before tossing True Creator, Sasrir far away from them.
The Half Celestial Worthy felt his entirety being erased despite him never having an actual one.
He then looked down upon Evernight who was clinging onto him like a bitch in heat, drooling continuously, her thighs in between her legs drenched completely in either a massive load of semen or her own juices.
Her hair, her whole body was covered in semen.
Her eyelashed descending down upon her cheeks was like painted tears across her face.
She still tried to cling onto the nearest male near her, pleading for pleasure, to fullfill her unsatiated raging lust.
"Fuck me, fuck me you son of a bitch! Fuck my pussy!!" She screamed, she growled, she howled like a real wolf all for the sake of pleasure.
"Ptoo!"
But all that she recieved right now was a spit on her face.
"Kyah!" It struck her concealed eyes.
But before she could clear the Half Lord of the Mysteries spit which carries some anti concealment, allowing it to perfectly hit her and be effective obstructing her view, the Future Void Projection finally vanishes.
—
In the future, a smiled slowly crept up on the face of sleeping Half Lord of the Mysteries, as if he was the one who did the spitting.
He was, by temporarily possessing the future void projection via last minute, future Klein spit on present Evernight.