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The infamous Death Kiss; now with a pretty face to put to the ugly name, and the Avenging Angel; a daughter of Iona with skills only heard of in legend. Together, we made a tandem the monster hadn’t seen before, a duo of beauties in the realm of beasts. The monster loved us, as any deific horror does, because we were virgin blood. I sharpened my knives in the dugout, trying to keep my bladder from spilling my fear all over the bench. Astrid sharpened her blade with methodical calmness, seemingly unaffected by the fix we were in. I wasn’t sure what to make of the Valkyrie; it had been two days since I’d met the woman, and she hadn’t said a single word to me. Angela told me that Astrid had been friendlier before I met her, but ever since Willowbud had punished the winged-warrior for conspiring to rid her of Corruption, Astrid had become a stoic wall of impassivity; doubly-determined to retain her honor as my divine niece hardcore tried to strip it from her. It was a game the two were playing, but only one of them thought it was any fun. “Why do they call you ‘Death Kiss?’” Astrid asked. I looked up, surprised to hear her voice directed at me. “I would fuck my targets before I killed them,” I replied, shrugging my shoulders, “it seemed like the lady-like thing to do.” “Oh.” Astrid said quietly, redirecting her attention to sharpening her already-sharp blade, and reestablishing the uncomfortable silence that stood between us. From outside, I could hear the announcer calling the names of our opponents, the men and women we would have to kill to sate the bloodlust of the monster. The crowd cheered each name, and each name was known to me. 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A little more corrupted. “Mistress is trying to break me.” Astrid said, her voice eerily calm. “I know.” I replied, unsure of how to respond to that. “I can withstand the temptations of the flesh,” Astrid said, “but I’ve always lusted for glory, ass and somehow, Mistress knows it. It’s why she makes me debase myself in front of everyone; because I love it when they watch me.” “Corruption knows the temptation that will take you,” I said, “It’s why I can’t stop myself from fucking the woman who enslaved my own daughter, and you can’t stop japanese yourself from seeking the crowd’s approval.” “Their adoration, their love,” Astrid said, looking ruefully up at the shaking boards, “my name on their lips. It is a cardinal violation for a winged-warrior to seek her own fame. It was enough to have Derrick laugh a second time. Part of him was scared. She was shivering and looked pale. “What!” I exclaimed. I begin to rub her legs and feet as she wiggles her little cute ass at me. 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