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Abyssal Chronicles

In the northern part of the world, a long-standing battle between various races and the demon race has finally reached its end. The Demon Lord, a figure with black hair, red eyes, rules from her obsidian palace, having repeatedly defeated the Goddess, the strongest being in the world. However, she refrains from killing her, knowing she will only be reborn to lead another attack. As the goddess kneels before her, badly injured and helpless, the sounds of explosions echo outside, signaling the imminent victory of the alliance. Despite her immense power, the demon lord acknowledges the demon's overall weakness compared to humans and the Alliance. The development of fighting energy and mana has allowed ordinary humans to fight demons, leading to the demon army's defeat. Aware of the Alliance's intent to enslave the abyssal demon, the Demon Lord decides to cast a forbidden spell that will cost her life. As the Alliance forces storm the palace, they hesitate upon sensing the spell's energy. The Demon Lord vows to resist and be reborn to save her people. Meanwhile, the goddess reflects on the demon lord's past treatment of her and acknowledges her respect and dedication to her people. As the demon lord prepares to cast the spell, the goddess asks if she can abandon her plan and live freely. However, demon lords are duty-bound to restore the demon race's glory and protect her people. Understanding the demon lord's resolve, the goddess readies her sword, intending to clash with the demo lord's forbidden spell. The resulting explosion creates a mushroom cloud, marking the end of the conflict and the start of a new era. The Demon Lord and the Goddess become historical figures, their stories occasionally told.
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Crónicas Abismales

En la parte norte del mundo, una batalla prolongada entre varias razas y la raza demoníaca finalmente ha llegado a su fin. La Señora de los Demonios, una figura de cabello negro y ojos rojos, gobierna desde su palacio de obsidiana, habiendo derrotado repetidamente a la Diosa, el ser más fuerte del mundo. Sin embargo, se abstiene de matarla, sabiendo que solo renacerá para liderar otro ataque. Mientras la diosa se arrodilla ante ella, gravemente herida e indefensa, los sonidos de explosiones resuenan en el exterior, señalando la inminente victoria de la alianza. A pesar de su inmenso poder, la señora de los demonios reconoce la debilidad general de los demonios en comparación con los humanos y la Alianza. El desarrollo de la energía de combate y el mana ha permitido que los humanos ordinarios luchen contra los demonios, llevando a la derrota del ejército demoníaco. Consciente de la intención de la Alianza de esclavizar al demonio abisal, la Señora de los Demonios decide lanzar un hechizo prohibido que le costará la vida. A medida que las fuerzas de la Alianza asaltan el palacio, dudan al sentir la energía del hechizo. La Señora de los Demonios jura resistir y renacer para salvar a su pueblo. Mientras tanto, la diosa reflexiona sobre el trato pasado de la señora de los demonios hacia ella y reconoce su respeto y dedicación a su pueblo. Mientras la señora de los demonios se prepara para lanzar el hechizo, la diosa pregunta si puede abandonar su plan y vivir libremente. Sin embargo, las señoras de los demonios están obligadas por su deber a restaurar la gloria de la raza demoníaca y proteger a su pueblo. Entendiendo la determinación de la señora de los demonios, la diosa prepara su espada, con la intención de enfrentarse al hechizo prohibido de la señora de los demonios. La explosión resultante crea una nube en forma de hongo, marcando el final del conflicto y el comienzo de una nueva era. La Señora de los Demonios y la Diosa se convierten en figuras históricas, y sus historias son contadas ocasionalmente.
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Crônicas Abissais

Na parte norte do mundo, uma longa batalha entre várias raças e a raça demônio finalmente alcançou seu fim. A Senhora Demônio, uma figura de cabelos negros e olhos vermelhos, reina de seu palácio de obsidiana, tendo derrotado repetidamente a Deusa, o ser mais poderoso do mundo. No entanto, ela se abstém de matá-la, sabendo que ela apenas renascerá para liderar outro ataque. Enquanto a deusa se ajoelha diante dela, gravemente ferida e impotente, os sons de explosões ecoam do lado de fora, sinalizando a iminente vitória da aliança. Apesar de seu imenso poder, a senhora demônio reconhece a fraqueza geral dos demônios comparada aos humanos e à Aliança. O desenvolvimento da energia de luta e mana permitiu que humanos ordinários lutassem contra demônios, levando à derrota do exército demônio. Consciente da intenção da Aliança de escravizar o demônio abissal, a Senhora Demônio decide lançar um feitiço proibido que custará sua vida. Quando as forças da Aliança invadem o palácio, hesitam ao sentir a energia do feitiço. A Senhora Demônio jura resistir e renascer para salvar seu povo. Enquanto isso, a deusa reflete sobre o tratamento passado da senhora demônio para com ela e reconhece seu respeito e dedicação ao seu povo. Enquanto a senhora demônio se prepara para lançar o feitiço, a deusa pergunta se ela pode abandonar seu plano e viver livremente. No entanto, senhoras demônio têm o dever de restaurar a glória da raça demônio e proteger seu povo. Entendendo a resolução da senhora demônio, a deusa prepara sua espada, pretendendo colidir com o feitiço proibido da senhora demônio. A explosão resultante cria uma nuvem em forma de cogumelo, marcando o fim do conflito e o início de uma nova era. A Senhora Demônio e a Deusa se tornam figuras históricas, suas histórias contadas ocasionalmente.
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She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE
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To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
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