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A History of Victory Sohpie sat in her room, shining her shield and armor like she did every afternoon. Her room was filled with mannequins in armor and her walls had different coats of arms and swords that she had won over her years as the goddess of victory and honor. She was trying to calm down after yet another infuriating confrontation with her rival, Yahan. They were born opposites, and had fought since she could remember. Sophie and Yahan were the same species as Akitsu, though they didn't have the same problem with pairing with a partner. She'd trained her whole life to defend and aid her chosen partner, and all throughout that train

The Morning Before Their World Changed Anna woke up from her bed. It had been a considerably more difficult task than she had anticipated, but she was proud to wake up under the blanket, with her pajamas on, and her water waiting for her in a cup on her bedside table. She pulled herself out of bed and into her chair to begin the morning routine she had practiced for yesterday. She showered, put on fresh clothes, got herself breakfast, and wheeled herself in front of the TV. Morxsan entered the apartment, and sat down on her couch behind her. "You've been gone a while" she said over her shoulder to him. He remained silent. Anna turned on the

Tragic Payback "Come, John. We have more work to do. It'll devalue the business that you just willed to Ms. Corsair, but I think it's worth it." Morxsan pulled a key from out of John's desk and walked out of the office towards the boardroom with John's soul unwillingly in tow. The board was used to emergency meetings, so they were already assembled and in the room. Morxsan walked up and locked the door to the conference room with the board members inside, then dropped his cigar in a trashcan full of paper behind a desk. He calmly walked to the elevator and went to the first floor. Half way down, the fire alarm went off in the building. Peopl

Born in the Month of May In that moment, Anna knew that her life was changed forever. She laid back into the hospital bed. "You could have saved me." Morxsan stood by the chair silently. "You could fix my back any time." Morxsan remained quiet. "Fix me! Fix me now!" Morxsan slowly shook his head. "Why not!?" She wailed. She was on the verge of throwing a tantrum, but she didn't care. It wasn't fair that he let this happen to her. "Because some pains were meant to be suffered. Some things need to happen." Morxsan said slowly, and sadly. "Why me? Why did this have to happen to me? Why now?" She questioned, pleading for a reason for her sufferi

Screaming in Silence Guns are a marvelous and terrible invention. Morxsan once commented on guns saying "I will never use one, because I prefer to face my enemy in open and honorable combat." This use of guns is probably the reason for his disposition against them. The skilled marksman in the dark room overlooking the park fired his round on target. The bullet sailed through the air and headed directly for Anna. The sound of the gunshot arrived nearly the same time the bullet itself did. It struck Anna in the center of her chest, passing clean through her, and coming out the other side. Sometimes it takes a few seconds to realize that you've

The Grassy Knoll Anna awoke in her apartment in the morning. She went about her usual morning routine, happy to be able to change into her own clothing for the first time in a few days. She made herself some cereal and turned on the TV. The news was showing a memorial broadcast for her father, talking about all of his accomplishments. Anna watched it, and finished her cereal on the couch. There was a news story afterwards about her, and how outraged people were getting that someone had tried to assassinate her in her father's office just one day after his murder. She got to see detective Cowry making his comments to the media. He looked much

The Bigger Picture Anna folded up the picture again and tucked it into her pocket, hoping that nobody saw her do it. She then rose to her feet again and the detective entered the room. "Hey again miss Corsair. You're as popular as usual, huh?" He joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Yup. Just another day. How did you know to be here?" "Your bodyguard there called me. Said that one of the guys we were lookin for in your father's case was gonna show up today. Sure enough, his bank info was all over the place in this investigation. Glad we caught him" the detective answered. She looked back at Morxsan "I also gave orders to your secretary to hol

You Let the Devil In The interview with detective Cowry was exhausting. He kept asking some of the same questions over and over again. By the time it was finally over and the detective flipped his tiny notepad shut, Anna was thoroughly fed up with questions. After her interview, she was sent to go sit by one of the police cars while they interviewed her new 'bodyguard' about what he had seen. She wondered about what he was telling them, but on a few occasions she saw the detective smirk and nod his head like he'd found something funny. After just a few minutes, Morxsan shook the detective's hand and came to Anna by the car. "You got off easy

To Make a Contract Anna took in a deep breath again and prepared herself for what was about to happen. She quickly decided on attempting to make a contract that did not include her soul on the payment line, but she was certain that she wanted those men to pay. Those men who had 'brutally murdered' her father and chased her ragged down the streets of her hometown. She used her anger to bolster her confidence and strode in, retaking her position in front of the devil's throne and beginning her address again. "I am Anna Elizabeth Corsair, daughter of Peter Jacob Corsair, and I have come to make a contract with you!" She called to the man on the

Rescued Anna felt her grief all at once, but she woke up in waves. First she could feel again, as she rolled over in the fine bedding of her temporary room. She felt the scrape on her knee, which was still a little sore. She felt warmth and the soft mattress that she was laying in. She then began to smell again, as she could smell the signature smell of apple smoked bacon and pancakes carried on fresh mountain air. She could hear herself as her limbs swished around in the fabrics around her. She could hear the occasional footfall of a shooed foot on marble. She could hear the sound of running water. She dared to glimpse at her surroundings.

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