Novel & Cerita Young Goddess Headscissor

“There’s no way you killed a cherub.” Fine. Maybe I didn’t, but I totally could have. As it turned out, it just hadn’t been necessary. The chubby cheeked, rotund, blonde springy-curled and official fan club of The Goddess, were probably the cutest things in creation. So much so that it was disgusting. They spent all their time lazing about, playing in springs and meadows, and fawning over The Goddess like her own personal entourage. Normally, I wouldn’t be within twenty feet of them but unfortunately I’d needed a lock of that curly hair for the potion that was supposed to reverse Zara’s cock-up. I looked away. “I snipped it off of one while he was drunk on fairy wine.”

- Who is first? Eilisha, who was closest to her grandmother, sobbed and took a timid step back. - Chick, chicken! - the grunt pushed the young healer onto the bench, after which, in one fell swoop, she waved her scythe to the very root with a huge scabbard. The unfortunate woman slowly raised her hands to her suddenly light head, ran her fingers through her short hair, and heavy tears crawled down her cheeks. A few more strokes of the scissors and Eilish became like her kref...

I didn't even want to ask why she had a knife to begin with. “Daisy, no” I said but didn't bother to make a move. A part of me was enjoying this. “Sit pretty, Anaya,” she said coolly, her voice dripping with excitement, “Because today, I’m your vengeance angel.” And she pulled harder then cut her hair. Hellen shrieked and tried to move but stopped when Daisy cut her scalp and laughed while at it saying, “Oh yes.Please squim some more because it will give me more reason to peal your fucking scalp for touching Anaya.”

And whilst I held her there, her head starting to slump and blood beginning to bubble from her mouth, I used my other hand to quickly pull out the dagger. ...I pulled it out and immediately started slashing it across her throat, over and over again until I knew it was enough. I needed to be certain that the Goddess was dead. And with another final slash, I’d succeeded in my endeavour. There would be no recovering from this, I knew. Not when her head was no longer attached to her body. I watched it fall and let go of her shoulder, allowing her body to follow suit. With a satisfying thump, both parts of her had become completely still on the ground.

She grabbed the safety scissors, and before I was given the chance to stop her, she cut her hair. I gasped. “Aria!”

It was time to take control of my life and make a change. With a deep breath, I closed the mirror cabinet door and took a firm grip on the scissors. The cool metal felt reassuringly solid in my hand, like a lifeline to a new beginning. I raised the scissors high an inch above my shoulders, ready to take the plunge. My mind raced with doubts and uncertainty, but my body moved forward with conviction. With one swift motion, I brought the scissors down, cutting through the tangles of my long blonde hair. As the strands fell to the floor, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The weight of my hair, both physical and emotional, lifted from my shoulders. I stared at my reflection, watching as

The position left nothing hidden. The former high priestess approached first, silver ritual knife gleaming in the candlelight. “You are our Goddess now,” she whispered reverently. She leaned over Lila’s body and began making fresh, shallow cuts. One delicate line across the top of each breast. A long, elegant slash down the center of her belly. More on her inner thighs, framing her dripping sex. Each cut was precise, symbolic, and just deep enough for bright red blood to well up and trickle slowly over Lila’s skin.