“There’s no place to hide once the devil gets ahold of you.”
Friday, November 3, 2023
The jaw of Santiago Cavazos ticked, lifting his leg slightly to examine the blood splatter that dirtied his shoe. “Clean it,” the man said, placing his heel against the ground and narrowing his cold eyes at the crumbled heap at his feet.
The heap moved but barely. A painful moan escaped it as the mass took shape, moving its damaged limbs around to push itself onto its knees. It was a man. Battered and bruised with his face swelling quickly from the blows it had taken, he did not dare to look up at the face that belonged to the man he knew as El Diablo.
Santiago wiped the blood from the brass knuckles that spanned across his hand, watching as Matthew Williams crawled to him, tearing a piece of his shirt to wipe his own blood from the shoes Santiago wore.
The move was jarring. Santiago’s foot came up, making contact with the underside of Matthew’s jaw. It splayed sideways, knowing well that the jaw had been dislocated from the kick.
More blood sprayed across the blacktop.
Squatting down, Santiago grabbed a hold of Matthew’s chin and forced him to meet his gaze. His large hand clamped on the dislocated jaw, his cold eyes meeting Matt’s. “Your girl owes me money. A lot of it,” started Santiago, his dark brown eyes meeting the blue eyes that were filled with pain and fear. Santiago smiled though it was not to bring Matt comfort, it was used to mock him. “But you know, I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a week. Consider yourself lucky.”
Matthew tried to speak but blood had filled his mouth and with his jaw dislocated, it was an impossible feat.
“What was that?” Santiago asked, faking his concern. “Oh, you can’t pay? Is that it? Well, if you don’t have my money by then…what should we do? Mm, I know. Vanessa will pay with her life. I’ll take yours for good measure and wait…doesn’t that leave your son without parents? You wouldn’t want to do that to him, would you? Then let’s get my money. One week,” he stated coldly, letting go and giving Matt’s cheek a few gentle pats.
Santiago stood, taking a handkerchief, and wiping the blood from his hands and fingers. “The pain isn’t going to end there. No, it just begins. Someone will owe your debt and one day, we’ll come to collect. If they don’t pay, around and around we’ll go until it is,” he stated, pocketing the soiled square of fabric.
He took a step back, leaving Matt wheezing to catch his breath. “One week,” was the last thing he said before stepping into the black Cadillac that pulled up into the alley way, leaving Matt broken and alone.
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Alina: “Absolute rubbish. It's the second amplifier. With the Stag, summoning came like breath. This is like reining chaos. Crossing the Fold was a disaster.”
Oh no! I’m barely trained and increasing my power only made it worse! The last one was mirculously easy, why isn’t this one?!
Nadia: “Hey, we'll get you there. I could hit you with a switch and call you "stupid girl".”
Abuse is funny and educational!
Alina: “It may come to that. How is it I'm overwhelmed by the second amplifier and at the same time feeling the lack of a third?”
Perhaps it’s because you’re unpracticed af, but the amplifiers are drawn together by their nature. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Nadia: “For now, let's focus on what we can fix. Your aim, for starters.”
Alina: “As leader of the Second Army, I need more. I need to learn the Cut.”
I can’t control the raw power I have, so I need to learn the hardest skill I’ve heard about to look good.
Nadia: “That was Kirigan's way, to lead with fear. You can lead with your heart. The Second Army will be better for it.”
Cutting people in half’s terrifying, if you do it with no tool. The Darkling used to do it to make us afraid! Not as... y’no, last resort weapon...
You can lead an army with love and empty hands. I’m sure your enemies will happily hug your unarmed ass...
Nadia’s stuck-up teen, who never took a step outside the walls of Little Palace in the books, dumb writers’ mouthpiece and “diversity” quota in the show... gross.
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Spending time with gfs is like. Regeneration. I can feel myself feeling better with each tick in their presence. Even at the cost of sleepy 😴
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lalalala 4 month old reference piece thingy of one of my ppg ocs, Lucifera ! for some funny reason i've become deeply invested in her and my other oc's design/bio so theyre um 3 years in development at this point but if you've seen the older images of her well now theyre outdated as she's had a slight redesign :9 still changing things up but read more for a shortened bio !
Lucifera was born with naturally green skin to a party animal lady turned god fearing woman (she thought she was being "punished" for her ways) she attended a religious school for a while but that didn't go so well and the school eventually just kicked her out due to being a "distraction" (families + staff complaints, other children's teasings of her being disruptive) she got shit for merely existing and had teachings shoved down her throat and became more sympathetic towards the rising evil in Townsville in her teens from everything and would occasionally fantasize about becoming a Gangreen Gang member or at the very least some sort of villain...after getting expelled for getting into a violent fight at school her mother was about to send her off to a boarding school but Lucifera decided to change her looks (finally got out the gothy clothes she bought long before but feared wearing around her mom) then ran away that night and lived on her own for a bit. eventually she'd run into the Gangreen Gang after witnessing them rob a gas station which initially got her in trouble with them until she helped hide them from the Powerpuff Girls. They all then stuck together but ofc got confronted by the puffs every now and then. Another gal would eventually join (Serpentine) and other lovely things would take place, but Luci wouldn't always have things great after all this...more info TBA!
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