Ghost of the past 3

It was a day that Gypsy would never forget. Her mouth still coated with the blood of Rocco Lucchese, she looked over at her cousin with a silent stare. Usually, it was Nicolette who finished them off, but this time, Gypsy herself killed the man so brutally that she still felt as though she might puke again. If he was a soldier, the Lucchese family might allow her to live, but this time, she killed the main man so brutally that his manhood tore from his body. All she could pray for is if, and when they found the body, the coroner says it was fish who ate away his appendage. Nothing is more sacred to a man than his dick.

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Wrath – The Harvest

Screams filled the corridor of the Vatican. As the walls shook, tiny crumbles of ancient marble fell onto the tiled floor. In the middle of the hall, Sister Mary Grace, heavy with child, fell to her knees, and the blood poured from beneath her gown. She in labor with the bastard child of the local Priest. At the age of sixteen, the young sister found herself pregnant after being brutally raped nine months earlier. Once nuns found out about her condition, the church forced her to live in solitude as they prepared for the bastard child’s birth.

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Her name is Wrath

“No, I don’t think you fucking understand who and what that child is,” she screamed.

Nicolette took a few steps back, her face distorted with anger. Arison explained that Grace and Gypsy were bound to her, and if they die, so does all of civilization as they knew it. The clock started the day she saved the young blond from her fate, and as each month passed, the world shook with an anger that he could not control. The gods above unleashed a fury on the world, and Nicolette was the one to blame. When a name’s written, date of birth and date of death added. She altered the world the moment she brought Gypsy back to life. The doomsday clock had started, and the virus that plagued the world was just the beginning of the world as they knew it.

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