Her soul is my plaything now... By Soundwave3591 Watch

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"P...Pyrrha?" Jaune stammered as he stared, horrified, at the figure trapped in the cluster of dark crystals.

The familiar face of his partner didn't reply, didn't even seem to realize she'd been spoken to. Her face was lifeless, entranced, and the dark energies coursed up and down her body. One of her eyes was its normal green, while the other was corrupted, the deep glowing red of a Grimm. Tears coursed down her cheeks, which were streaked with dark lines of corruption and Grimm-like markings.



"don't waste your time Jaune Arc." the disembodied voice of the witch echoed from the shadows "She cannot hear you, cannot hear anything but my voice, my commands. Her soul is my plaything now...and when she finally succumbs to the torment i have inflicted upon her, she will serve me gladly. "

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Published : May 25, 2016