๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒโ ๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ...
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Nov 05, 2026
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๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐ก๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฒโ
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ง๐. . .
A COC related solo.
{ tw // blood mention , death mention . }
Dark themes.
๐๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐'๐ฌ ๐ข๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ง๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ'๐ฌ ๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ง๐. . .
A COC related solo.
{ tw // blood mention , death mention . }
Dark themes.
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Here he was again, fangs bared with intent to kill. There was no joy in this plot, not this time. There was a reason for his murderous rage, and he fully intended on retrieving Venus the only way he knew how. Interpol would be useless, and it was all up to him and his claws.
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That fire burned bright within his chest, blazing up into a fiery inferno: But those types of fire burn out the fastest, their fuel lasting only for a short while before the tinder and branches turn to ash. But that didnโt matter, not to Phoenix.
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Until Venus was home safe and Alyssum was dead in the dirt, he wouldnโt rest. His fire wouldnโt burn out.
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Claws dig into the wood bedframe, splintering it into a thousand bits; heโd have to pay the hotel to fix it later.
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How far was he willing to go?
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So fucking far.
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The entire fucking world would be crushed beneath his claws and fists if thatโs what it took: just like with Team Plasma, just like with his life before.
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Discolored drool drips from his lips, but itโs just an illusion. He no longer has his corrosive poison. They took that from him.
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ข ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ธ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ.
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๐ ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ณ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ด ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต ๐ข๐ด ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฅ, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ค๐ญ๐ข๐ธ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ ๐ข๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐น ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ดโ๐ด๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ? ๐๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฉ๐ด ๐ข๐จ๐ฐ.
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tw // self - harm
Fingers flex, claws digging into rough skin, droplets of scarlet escaping his flesh; but it only made him more angry.
Fingers flex, claws digging into rough skin, droplets of scarlet escaping his flesh; but it only made him more angry.
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Sheโd pay for poking the bear, whether it be with her life or her servantโs or her precious Hoennโs. Hardened seafoam hues were beginning to shift into a dark, dazzling gold; bloodied fingers reach up to remove the necklace from around his neck; sparkling, pristine lunatite.
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tw // self - harm
His most prized possession. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped the silver chain around his wrist, tightening it until it cut into his skin; it didnโt hurt, not really. But the slight throbbing pain would be his reminder to keep fighting until it was all over.
His most prized possession. Gritting his teeth, he wrapped the silver chain around his wrist, tightening it until it cut into his skin; it didnโt hurt, not really. But the slight throbbing pain would be his reminder to keep fighting until it was all over.
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Until Phoenix got what he was fighting for, until V was safe and protected. Even if that meant killing anyone who stood in his way. Interpol? Civilian? PARASELENUS employee? No one was off limits.
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He doubted RhysโIcarusโwould get in his way, but in case he did? His fire would be snuffed out, too. Not like it was all that strong in the first place.
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But hopefully it wouldnโt come to that. Phoenix really did care about Rhys, and heโd never stopped. Venus was just more important than any of their lives. He owed her everything, and he intended to make up for that.
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Sheโd saved his life.
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So he was entitled to protect hers, even ifโฆ even if heโd failed to when she got kidnapped.
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One single tear tracks down his scarred cheek, fangs bared. He had a lot of planning to do. This wasnโt going to be an uncalculated attack.
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Alyssum had waged this war, and Phoenix was about to single-handedly end it, no matter how long it took.
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[ PART 1 โ END. ]