78 Recent Deviations
Featured: Capture a Princess
HellFire: A new beginning. One-shotHellFire: A new beginning. One-shot by Deans-AssButt
The King lounged on his throne petting his beloved cat who sat atop his lap.
"Sire Damien." Called a servant and bowed. "The judges are here to speak with you Sire." he informed.
"Alright." Damien dismissed the servant and stood from his throne, picking up the cat and placing him on his royal cushion. "I shall be but not a moment. Stay there HellFire." Said cat only looked up at him. "Lick your paw if you understand me." and the cat did just that, the king leaving out of the throne room.
HellFire rolled his eyes and and stood, stretching out and purring in content at hearing the pops that came from his back. "I understand. Doesn't mean I want to stay." he thought and looked over to the window. Oh how he longed to go outside to se- wait a minute...
The feline jumped onto a few table and onto a tiny window sill, swatting at it just to make sure it wasn't his imagination. "It's open!" he smiled happily and after a quick glance around, he jumped out.
Thesium Maximum- PreviewThesium Maximum- Preview by Crysi102
The room shook violently, shaking, shaking. An alarm blared as I ran, faster, faster. Something followed, closer, closer. I screamed.
Where am I again? What is going on? What is this red amulet in my hand that feels like it's burning?
An explosion sends me flying. No time to think and I stagger to my feet, catching a glimpse of the MONSTERS behind me. A shadow chases us, me and the red light. I'm exhausted, can't go on. But I run anyway, because if I don't, I'll die. There's no one here, they've long since been evacuated, I know this, yet I still scream for help. Someone! Someone has to save me! My arm is burning with the energy of the stone it grasps with an unbreakable grip. One leg is cut open from metal and rubble. My breathing is rough, and I can barely see through the haze of black. Flames lick at my feet, and I strike back a large lightning bolt with my sword I hold in my other hand. That arm is almost charcoal, but I still swing it, I ignore all pain, fear, exhaustio
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