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Prologue The room was filled with lively laughter and many drunken people. The dim light made it harder to write but easier to hide. Although the best way to stay unnoticed was to look as any other person that was crowded there. And so you didn’t covered your head in any hood. Shoulder-length hair was tied up in a ponytail and your face was hidden in the palm of your hands. A loud sigh left your drained lips. Loud, drunk song was heard in the background but you did not pay attention to it. Even though you were supposed to sing with them or play some happy tune, as you didn’t perfected the way your voice should sound yet. While ot

There were times were Sinbad loved the sea with all his heart—it was, after all, in his blood. And then there were times were he absolutely despised it. Because sometimes… the sea just reminded him of her too damn much. (Name) was the sea. She was its turquoise waters when the sun was high in the sky and not a cloud was to be seen, calm and loving and kind. She was its black depths at night as a storm raged above, threatening to devour all ships that dared to steer towards her might. (Name) was the sea and Sinbad was utterly in love with her. That was the problem, however. You can fall in love with the sea as much as you want,

                   Just a little background about your character okay! ^_^            ★Your a child of satan, like Amaimon and Mephisto. (Not half human like Rin and Yukio).            ★Being the only daughter, you're known as the princess of hell. (I did a little research, don't ask, and found out that there is actually a "princess of hell")             ★^i based your character off of this             ★You have domain over "Shadows/Darkness" Meaning that you can use the shadows or darkness around you in an offensive or deffensive way. You can also manipulate them, and use shadows to "transport" yourself to wherev

Masquerade~ (Caius Volturi x Reader) Italy was more beautiful than you ever could have imagined.  The city was wonderfully active.  There were people flitting about everywhere, and several vendors were selling a variety of masquerade masks for the evening's celebratory masquerade ball.  As you passed by one of the carts, the man standing behind it waved you over with a quick and rather excited gesture. "Grazie per il tuo business," he told the woman who had just bought a leopard print mask.  You arched an eyebrow and approached the cart hesitantly.  The man's face was half-hidden behind a mask of his own.  There was a large, aqua colored pl