K/V: Victim
Name: Chloe Miller
Age: 22
Sex: F
Characteristics: See Pic
Scene: Her husband's ex is jealous that Chloe is pregnant with his baby, so has hired a hitman.

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Selena knew since before she uttered her first word that this day would come. The Baby-Faced Demons, people who sold their souls and freedom to the Great Nemesis so that they may wield His wretched sorcery, would extinguish all that is good if allowed to do so, her master once said. The servants, as the prophesized by Sero—a messanger of the Lords—appeared in the East many generations ago and decimated the tribes, pushing them back towards the Endless Sea. Then, at dawn, they descended on their remaining villages, burning everything and slaughtering every last man, woman, and child.

Of the nearly eight-hundred inhabitants, Selena was the only surviving member of her people. The demon people surrounded the Temple she was directed to defend with her life. Her presence wasn’t known, as a tapestry obscured her from their sights, but Selena was too proud to hide for long; only long enough be able to strike the enemy.

Her target was a fierce woman with bright red hair, clad in a skin-tight fabric which matched her hair. Though her face was too smooth in Selena’s mind to be considered a true warrior, the posturing, and the six guards on each side following her every step, was enough to tell Selena that this was the leader of the murderers. Her guards wielded devil sticks; powerful staffs crafted with the Nemesis’s magic which could tear through flesh and bone without even making contact with the victim’s body. A coward’s weapon, but a deadly one that has slain more of her warriors than the Lords could count. That would not deter Selena, who believed that the Lords would return before the final warrior could fall and drive back the Nemesis’s forces and resurrect the fallen, ushering in eternal paradise.

“I’ll see you soon,” Selena muttered in her tongue.

The red-headed woman stepped next to the tapestry, and Selena burst forth, screaming and clutching an old dagger. The sharp metal sank between her bosoms and into her heart; her eyes widened as her body swayed. Selena removed the dagger and her enemy dropped to the floor, coughing up blood. Her guards pointed their sticks at her; a mighty crack like thunder from a nearby lightning bolt filled the temple as six holes appeared in her breasts. Selena joined her adversary on the ground, her chest burning as her lungs collapsed and filled with blood.

At least a dozen hands grabbed her, ripping off her clothes, and at least one stiff cock penetrated her dying cunt. Another woman stepped in front of her and pointed her stick directly at Serena’s forehead. She wondered if the Lords had forsaken her, just before all thoughts ceased as a bullet ripped through her brains. Her lifeless body was raped and molested by at least twenty men and two women, before being tossed into a shallow grave just outside of the village with everyone else.