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A flash of lightning, followed by another clap of thunder. The lightning showed a shadow in the clouds.

... An airship?

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A loud crash of thunder claps through the night skies, loud as a gunshot and enough to stir anyone awake from its slumber. Its source was an awfully large storm cloud passing extremely close to her place of residence.

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𝚃𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚋𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔.

𝙰𝚗 𝚎𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚐𝚒𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝, 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

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[ 𝙆𝙍𝘼𝘼𝙎𝙃.ᐟ ]

One blinding flash of lightning from the window, and the figure was gone. In its wake...

... was a rubber mask.

In the shape of a clown.

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The aura of sin crawls upon her spine, the ever quiet rattling of chains under a blackened cloak.

❝ Bliss will be drowned in spite, light will be blinded in black, and friendship will burn in madness. ❞

It spoke, its voice heavy and deep, permeating off walls as if the walls were speaking.

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Silently standing there, a crimson gaze meets a glittering mane from behind.

How long was it there?

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Typical .. ❪ with love ❫
It's hard to remember, if I'm being honest. Time's really flown by ..

It was before the 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.
The first one.

ᅠ ᅠ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃⠀⠀ 𝐁𝐘⠀⠀𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐄⠀⠀. ᅠ ᅠ

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Only steadily watching, stalking him with a sense of malevolence yet calculated restraint.

❝ I suspect you're here for more than just a passing compliment. ❞ Pyre said. ❝ State your affairs. You have mine and 𝘋𝘰𝘨𝘮𝘢'𝘴 attention. ❞

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❝ A punishment for those who live without him, or claim to be him.

If you're complimenting these sacrilegious halls, you best say it as a 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿. ❞

A large, winged, cyborganic demon perched itself upon one of the cathedral-like spires nearby, a laser from its eye focused on Hordak.

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❝ Is that all you came down here for? To flatter me? Vain. ❞

That soulless stare was met with fiery sockets, a glare that foretold eternal hatred.

❝ The halls of Heresy were not of my design, nor my colleagues. This be a domain of 𝗚𝗢𝗗. His design. His punishment. ❞

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❝ The Despot of Despondos shows his grimace in a realm of eternal torment that nay belongs to his pantheon, 'less he comes to repent.

Though, I am not a fool. Perhaps you come to bask in the suffering of God's bastard children.

Speak! Every brick of this realm is listening. ❞

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... and the cruel wickedness of this plane yearned and hungered for the soul of 𝗛𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗸.

❝ A bold risk, entering this place when so ripe with 𝗦𝗜𝗡. ❞

An iron suit combusted from the inside, its flaming, charred inhabitant seen. The emblem carried on his apparel all too familiar.

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One's 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 presence was easily outweighed by the aura of suffering, fire, and repentance. Heat washed the place as anguished, screaming, and crying accompanied the crackling of hellfire and desperate clawing beneath the covers of flaming coffins.

This was a hopeless place for suffering,

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let me be clear: every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered. for I have orchestrated it to be so.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙊𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙃𝙖𝙨 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙀𝙮𝙚

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Though that's not all of whatever the infernal audience watching over Aeroblight was throwing at her. The ground shook, and in between the two tank-like robots erupted some violent form of aberration of animal and machine, an ancient predecessor to the modern cybertronian...

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Mechanical walls ERUPTED from the surface, much of the harpy swarm taking off as two bomb-like payloads dropped from the sky and slammed into the cybertronian surface, panels launching off of them with a loud HISS as two, bulky crimson mechs stepped out from them, immediately taking aim...

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Chassis crumpled and impaled, bleeding fuel, energon, and what appeared to be red, organic blood from its wrecked components as its irises flickered off, its internals whirring down.

Just when there seemed to be an open exit...

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... circles of them suppressing her in a ring of laser fire, some of them leaping up with their jets to gain an aerial advantage.

Every few seconds, one of them would charge in, readying their blades once more...

❝ 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚘𝚗
𝐳𝐳𝐳𝐒𝐊-𝐔𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐦𝐦!!! ❞

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The piercing roar caused all of them to scramble off the ceiling, obliterating one of them as its rear jet misfires and sends its torso spiraling towards a wall and exploding in a great ball of fire.

It wasn't long before they responded with attacks of their own...

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #OCRP #MVRP #HORRORRP

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// predacons be like "i got my whole life ahead of me!" no u don't, the harpies are here

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Its arms appeared to be finished with mounted guns and blades.

Radio-garbled gibberish can be heard speaking from it, and repeating around her. The cloud dissipates, and she's surrounded by several of these monsters hanging upside down from the ceiling like bats, staring her down like prey.

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[ 𝘚𝘊𝘙𝘙𝘈𝘒𝘌 ! ]

A bayonet streaks itself across the chassis of Aeroblight, the culprit being none-other than some form of foreign design. Smaller, narrow red slits for eyes and even slimmer wings sprouting out the back, standing on reverse-jointed legs.

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Smoke coats the ceiling, and within the cloud a bunch of glowing red slits illuminate, staring directly at her. The silent, vertical stand-off was suddenly broken by the sound of jets igniting and rocketing towards the predacon!

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