Divinity: Original Sin 2 Black Cat Romane & Geschichten

•|•|• Adeline, do you not know that you have saved me from eternal damnation? My soul only rests in your embrace. Without it, I am not a man, not even beast, I become things unknown. I devolve into nightmare and shadow. I become—wrath entirely. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] The Black Death deforms into a cloud of smoke, shadow, and night, descending the outer walls of the Night Court in broad daylight from the High Window.

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

Cupid answered him back. “Why you–––“ Atlas started but Cupid shut him up. “Bingo! Alright, Bacchus, Pegasus, you can go in now.” Cupid said on the intercom. “Now we just have to wait until they kill that Black Dragon.” He said to Atlas. “Do you think they can? I mean, that’s Black Dragon. He killed almost half of our members.” Atlas said sitting up. “I actually don’t know. But boss ordered us to do this.” Cupid answered.

Yman's body was enveloped by black mana as he was slowly pushing his body to get up. The Noble Rat wondered if this person just playing dead a moment ago. Never did the Noble Rat expected for this human to hide such a card up his sleeves. He was dying just a moment ago, but now, his body had something weird on it. The current Yman has ears the same as the Noble Rat but it colored like black smoke. His hands have black long nails but the sizes and forms were the same as that of the Noble Rat and his eyes had turned red, but in this state, his vision was unhindered in this dark surroundings. He even has a black tail grown on its back the same as the Noble rat.

He intimidated her too much. The door opened and in walked the black witch, Veronica. Veronica was blond with pale skin but she wear black lipstick that gave her a gothic witch type vibe that was why Emma think of her as black WITCH. “What do you think you're doing?" The witch bashed her like an erupting volcano. Emma took a step back. "What are you talking about?" She asked softly, completely confused. "I know what a whore you are but stay the fuck away from my Xander or else you know what I'm capable of." Veronica hissed while grabbing her backpack and throwing it on the floor.

"Of course, Mac. Later, we'll deal with the bastard together." Mac nodded once before turning away, while Ethan's eyes darkened with murderous intent. ****😔😔****

"She's your sister." "We'll see how kindly you speak of her once this is over. She is the only Sin who bows to their true nature in secret, yet relishes in a beautiful facade,” he grumbles, gesturing down the path where I figure we will find Ira. I bristle, suddenly unsure if I want to go down there, but it’s not as though I can turn around and run away, as I have no idea where in the Immortal realm we are. Before I can change my mind on anything, the sound of feet hitting the ground and clothing rustling makes me turn around, Sinful and Hale having arrived out of nowhere. And at Sinful’s side, is a petrified looking Lev.

One Noah caterpillar rolled left and right in glee, “Heh heh, I was still thinking about how to exact my vengeance a moment ago when it occurred to me! What better way to punish a big bad wolf than to keep him from eating his fill?” ‘We sure outdid ourselves creating this little devil~’ For a moment, Blackie sighed, thinking how Levi wasn’t wrong to consider his host as an incubus. Regardless of whether the other was acting shy or mischievous, he was always irresistibly charming. But then, Blackie’s sigh turned into a sneer, “Nice try! You think I can’t tell all that payback talk is merely a convenient excuse? You just don’t want to get your virgin ass ruined by your husband’s huge cock!”

They are wearing more makeup and their dresses got magically shorter. “Good evening.” I answer. “Do you need help?” They fake a shy smile and run their fingers through their long hair. One of them places her hand on the Black Tiger’s shoulder, “What’s your name?” she asks with a melodious tone. I can't stop staring at her hand and I suddenly got scared for her. You never know what might happen. The Black Tiger doesn't seem to care. He peacefully takes his glass and sips his martini. The other girl moves next to him and tightens her arms around her sides to bring out her chest. Pitiful.

I stood at the gates as their leader stepped forward Archon Veylor, a man once rumored to have drowned an entire Lycan pack in consecrated blood. “Damon Blackthorn,” he called, his voice calm and cold. “You have until moonrise to surrender the girl and submit to purification.” My claws lengthened. He smiled, as if daring me to strike. “I am the judgment of the gods,” he said. “And she is the vessel of a forgotten sin.” “I am the wrath of the wolves,” I replied. “And I will drown you in it.” He didn’t flinch. “So be it.” ---