"You wrote that prophecy." I accused her, narrowing my eyes at her. 

"Yes... I did." Can somebody just slap her in the face? "It was my best composition. And that says something, since I'm actually a modest girl. The prophecy about Donald Trump was literally: Be aware of the Cheetos running for president. I was lazy at the time." She shrugged. 

***

If you're looking for a hero, turn around and go look somewhere else pal, because this one here ain't one.

And yet again, Angus is dragged into a life that has him so confused with all the monsters trying to adopt him, and ghosts flirting with him and zombie centaurs and prophecies and BLOODY MEDUSA!!! To don't mention that damned parasite soul in him that gets angry when Angus refuses to die. Like seriously?!!!

Always forgetting his sword when running to his death, with his jeans falling off at the worst time possible, the sarcasm that will probably get him killed one day and being the annoying piece of sh-anyway... Angus has to fight against himself and Ancient spirits to get alive out of this mess.

But like the mighty and powerful Doctor Strange once said: "Try me Beyoncé."

Lies Of A Thousand Lives

---Nova goes all Jackie Chan on the devil-03

/"I know I deserved the first one,/" Guido said wiping the blood from his nose with the back of his hand, not bothering to stand up (a really smart decision actually). /"BUT WHAT THE HELL WAS THIS ONE FOR?/" He burst out in full volume.

/"You turned him into stone!!!/" Nova accused Guido raising her voice loud enough to make the chamber shake. The others were looking in confusion at the show (just like me to be honest). Even though I didn’t like the smirk on Riven’s face.

She wasn’t even looking at Nova. She was looking at me and I was uncomfortable enough to blush again. I mean…

/"It had to be done./" Guido raised his voice too and now he was glaring at Nova. His nose was still bleeding but he didn’t wipe it. Just went on and licked it off. Let me be the first to say it… Eww.

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