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 Love Lost
They took down another group, barely breaking a sweat.
Leo and Ayura were a two-man demon annihilation team, having now killed hundreds of demons between them. It felt good. It felt like they were making a difference. And so, riding that high, neither of them noticed in time. The portal opened beneath their feet, clawed hands grasped their ankles, and the pair was pulled down to the depths of hell before they could even react.
Leo awoke first, chained to a stone wall in what felt like a castle dungeon, Ayura chained next to him. Before them stood a demon. Not surprising, given what had happened to them. The demon before them appeared to be male, making him an older or stronger demon than what they usually encountered. Ayura stirred next to him. Without taking his eyes from the beast before them he whispered, "Ayura. Ayura! Wake up."
Ayura's eyes opened, giving him a sidelong glance. "They got us, huh?" She said.
"Indeed girl. We have you." The demon replied for Leo.
Leo glared at him. "You shouldn't be able to take humans from the Living Realm. What are you doing?"
"As with anything, there are exceptions to the rules." He paced in front of them, relishing his position over them. "For instance, for individuals who tip the Heaven-Hell balance in favor of one side or another. You may remember the Priest, Grant Troy? He was one such. He destroyed so many of us that we were granted cosmic permission to take him and subvert him, to tip the scales back in our balance. And so it is with you two." Leo swallowed hard. He didn't like where this was going. "Together, you have killed enough of us for the scale to take notice. We've been granted permission to turn one of you to even the scale. Now, Father Troy was rescued before he could turn all the way, so we're taking a different approach with you." He pulled out a glowing red sphere, approximately the size of a marble. "Contained within this is a spell which I found, locked away in an ancient tome in one of our deepest caverns. One of you WILL be a demon before the night is out." He smiled darkly. "Out of kindness, I'll let you decide between the two of you who will be turned and who we'll return to the surface." He stepped back against a wall. "You have ten minutes."
Leo glanced at Ayura, fear gripping him. Her eyes locked with his, her brow creased with worry, her eyes reflecting the same fear he felt. There was no way out of this. They both knew it. No rescue would come in time and there was no escaping the bonds, much less fighting their way out. One of them would not go home. Ayura spoke first. "Leo..." She closed her eyes, taking a breath. "Leo. I have to-"
"No!" Leo interrupted. "After everything you've been through, I can hardly leave you here to endure yet another nightmare. I am a Templar. This is part of the battle my family has fought for 800 years. It should be me."
Ayura shook her head. "No. If not for me you never would have ended up here. It's my responsibility. Not only that-"
He cut her off again. "You always do this. You can't take everything on all the time. It's not your responsibility. I made the same choices."
"Leo, try to understand. It has to be me."
"No. Ayura, I love you. Let me protect you."
Ayura grit her teeth. "This isn't about protecting! Don't you see!" The chains rattled as she punctuated her words with gestures. "Don't you get it! I can't survive it a second time!" Tears tumbled down her cheeks. "Don't you get it?" She repeated, her voice softer. "I love you too. I do. But I can't lose you like I lost him." Her voice trembled. "I wouldn't survive it. I'm not strong enough."
Leo stared at her, feeling tears spring down his own face. He looked into her eyes, wishing he could take her in his arms and escape this nightmare. "I don't think I'm strong enough either." He whispered. "I can't just go back up there and live without you. How am I supposed to live a life that you aren't there for?"
"I survived it once. You can too. You're strong Leo. Stronger than you know." She reached for his hand, just trying to touch him. "Promise me that you'll live. Promise me that you'll have a life." She hiccuped a little. "It doesn't have to be right away. But don't let me hold you back forever."
"Ayura. Ayura." He just spoke her name, over and over again, not sure what else to say.
 The demon came forward. "Have you decided?"
Ayura nodded, swallowing hard. "It will be me."
The demon dropped the marble into her hand. "Then it will be you."
Alternate ending! Leo becomes the demon. Maybe one day I'll write it.
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She was back. Back from the Mirrorworld. Back home. Everything Jenn had been through in that place, the place of the dead, was still with her. But she was back. 
Simon was still there. He always would be. She couldn't bring him back with her, he was dead. He didn't exist here, he only barely existed there.

But she was alive. She wore the evidence of that on her right arm, which was as it had been within the mirror. Stripped of flesh, muscle, tendons and blood, her arm from the shoulder to fingertips was just bone. Only those magically gifted or who had interacted with the Mirrorworld would be able to see it, but she always would. Her hand held the little bag of tears -of salt. 
She stood, and heard a gasp. Her eyes shooting to the source, she locked gaze with AnnaBritt. "Anna... What are you..."
"Oh my God! What's wrong with your arm?!" She squeaked, sitting on the ground as if she had fallen back, eyes locked on Jenn's right arm of bone. 

"What? You..." She lifted her arm, "you can see this?"

"Eeek! That can't be real, right?" AnnaBritt looked up at Jenn. "...Right? And... You just came out of there, right? Am I high?" She pointed at the standing mirror behind Jenn. 

Jenn scratched her head. Did AnnaBritt see her come through the mirror? That must have counted as experiencing something related to the Mirrorworld. Damn. How was she supposed to explain this? And to AnnaBritt of all people. 

She recalled the last time she had really interacted with AnnaBritt. They had both been vying for Cheer Squad Leader, and AnnaBritt had gotten vicious in her campaign. It hit it's worst when AnnaBritt spread a rumor that she had caught Jenn giving a pair of JV football players head in the locker room after practice. It wasn't true, but suddenly Jenn was getting catcalled in the halls and given the cold shoulder by her so-called friends. Jenn left cheer after a screaming match between the two of them got them both suspended. 

After that, people seemed to stop believing the nasty rumors, but Jenn refused to talk to AnnaBritt. Once, they had been best friends. Inseparable. Now... Jenn could barely stomach looking at her. Apparently, with her arm as it was, the same could be said for AnnaBritt. 

"AnnaBritt..." She clenched her fist. "Yes, it's real. This," She held up her arm, her skeletal hand still holding the bag of tears she had worked so hard to get, "this is me." 

"That's.." AnnaBritt turned away, vomiting. 

"Yeah, that was my reaction too." She turned to look at the mirror behind her. She was a sad shadow of herself. What was she supposed to do now that she was back? She grabbed the sheet from the floor and threw it over the mirror. She didn't want to risk ending up there again. 

"AnnaBritt? Are you alright?" She would have to explain, wouldn't she? 

AnnaBritt looked at her, eyes wide, trembling. "How? How can that be real?"

Jenn sighed. "I was pulled into another world, a world where the dead reside. It cost me to pass through. It cost me this." She lifted her arm. "Most people won't be able to see it, but you saw me pass back through, didn't you? Because you saw that, you'll see my arm as it truly is. Sorry. I know it's gross."

"The mirror... Yeah. I was here to get a gift for my dad, looking around, when I saw this mirror light up and you came through, looking like that... How did it do that? Is it evil?" Her eyes were still huge. 

"Is it evil..? Maybe. I guess it might be. Last time, it activated because there was a guy who came in..." Jenn shuddered, remembering the man who had tried to rape her here, in front of the mirror. How she had grabbed an antique sword and struck it through him, how the mirror had been splattered with blood and come alive, pulling both her and the would-be rapist in. He was already dead, but she ended up trapped in a world of dead while still living. And then she had met Simon.... "And some stuff happened, so it pulled us in. I covered it up, just in case." 

"So, the mirror came awake, did it?" A voice came from behind her. Turning, she found herself reunited with Andrew, the owner of the antique store, and her former boss. 

"Andrew. So you knew? You kept something so dangerous out?" Jenn was incensed. 

"It's just an antique mirror. Or at least, it was. I don't know what could have changed it. In any case, you should call your parents. You've been missing for a day and a half."

Jenn was aghast. "Only a day? Really?" It had been so much longer inside the mirror. Months. And now she was back, torn up, different, but the world was the same. Jenn looked at AnnaBritt. "Don't tell anyone about this. Not that they'd believe you, but just... just keep it a secret, will you?" Then, to her boss, "Sorry Andrew, I quit." She walked out, to her home, to a bath and a warm bed and her family. She didn't know what to tell them yet, but with a single, bloody night, the trajectory of her life had shifted. Nothing would be the same. She would never be the same.

Unedited. I'll go through it later and clean it up. Admittedly, not my best work. I know pieces of what I want to happen in this story, but connecting the dots is harder than it usually is. Somehow, I have to get AnnaBritt pulled in so she can get a cool black and red eye. Somehow. 
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As per my usual habit, this is unedited. A little piece of my take on Cinderella.

Cinders often ventured out onto the manor grounds, sometimes to look for mushrooms, sometimes for firewood, sometimes just to get away from the calls of her mother and sisters. The old stone building was perched by the road, and backed into a forest once owned by her stepfather. Some had been sold to neighbors since his death, but there was still plenty of wildland to satisfy the girl. Her usual walk started at the front gate and took her along a well-worn path ringing the property. Once in the forest there were a few variations to keep the walk interesting but the path always let out back by the road. 
Today was bright, warm sunshine beaming down with little breeze. Cinders' favorite sort of day. She had already cooked breakfast and lunch, swept the floors, and hung the laundry on the line when she picked up her little mushroom basket and headed out. 
The air cooled as she entered the shaded woods, passing the grove of weeping beech trees, careful not to tread on the forget-me-nots growing along the edge of the little dirt path. Birds chirped happily coaxing Cinders' to join them, singing the song her stepfather used to sing to her and her sisters. It was a song to protect travelers, he had told them. Cinders had never had the occasion to learn many songs so even though she wasn't a traveler, and in fact had no intention of ever leaving Hallwell manor, it was just about the only thing she could sing. "And as the sun sets~ The light breaks across the sea, leaving its trace on my dearest memories…" There were not mushrooms today, but some wild onions caught her eye and she deftly snipped what she would use for dinner tonight using her fingernails and placed them in her basket, continuing her song. "The wheels turn and turn, taking me someplace new each night, as the sun sets, as the sun sets~" 
As she neared the front gate once more, following the edge of the property, a voice startled her. "Dear child, you have a lovely voice." Cinders jumped, startled, and looked behind her through the spaces in the fence at what appeared to be a small, withered beggar woman, walking along the road. "Oh I'm sorry child, I didn't mean to frighten you," she smiled gently, showing her rotted teeth.
"No, I didn't mean to start, I didn't realize there was someone on the other side of the fence is all." Cinders replied. The beggar woman chuckled, which turned into a coughing fit. Obviously she wasn't well. "Madam, wait right here, I'll get you some water."
She put her basket down and ran across the weedy lawn to the kitchen's back door, retrieving a tin of water and grabbing one of the dinner rolls as well. She could go without tonight, she knew her mother and sisters would not. 
The beggar was still there when she returned, passing the tin of water first, then trading it for the loaf of bread. "Sweet child, I can see this manor has fallen into disrepair. Surely you haven't bread to spare."
"We do just fine. Please take it, it was baked fresh this morning." This woman had likely gone some time without a meal, and Cinders knew what it felt like to go to bed hungry. 
"Do you know how many homes I passed on this road, looking for a kindhearted soul? You fetched me water without me asking for it, and even brought me a meal which will likely cost you yours." As she spoke, her skin, wizened and cracked with age, began firming as wrinkles vanished. Her hair lengthened and turned from white to thick honey, and her back straightened, making her taller. "As you can see, I am a faerie, and I have searched for someone deserving to grant a gift to. You are the first to show me kindness. What do you wish for?"
Cinders stared. Before her stood a beautiful, fair-haired maiden, adorned with a golden circlet and gossamer, ethereal wings where a filthy, half-dead beggar woman had stood. She knew magic existed, she had seen it only once before in her life when her stepfather brought a crystal that could show you things happening far away home before selling it -- but to see real faerie magic happen right in front of her was beyond anything she had ever expected. "Well child? Whatever you wish I can give you. Freedom from the slave girl's life you live? Wealth? Love?"
Cinders didn't know what she wanted. She had dreamed of escaping her mother and sisters, but had always laughed it off. Was that what she really wanted? What would happen to them without her? What about the animals? What did she want?
Her mouth moved before her mind had settled, voicing her deepest desire. "I wish for a friend."
The faerie tilted her head, surprised by the wish. "You are too kind for your own good. You could get away from here. But a wish is a wish. I will grant it in three parts. First," she reached out and dropped a seed into Cinders' palm. "The flower which grows from this seed will give you what you want. Second," She waved her hand and a beautiful golden locket appeared at Cinders' neck. "It will open when you need it to. Third, because you give so much of yourself for others, I am placing a shard of magic inside you," she pointed her index finger at Cinders' chest and a strange sensation struck her for a moment. "Magic works for different people in different ways. For some it withers and vanishes, for others it grows, making them stronger. Every person has some magical affinity. I look forward to seeing how yours manifests." And between blinks, the faerie vanished. 
Cinders spent some time staring at the fence before reaching down to pick her basket back up. Inside was the sprigs of wild onion, a tin cup, and a small loaf of bread. Her hand went to her neck, where a sparkling golden locket hung.
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 Devil in the Mirror - Black Veil Brides
"Ooooh~ I can't take it any more~
Every day feels like a war!
The Devil in the mirror
Screaming that my heart is flawed
I'm never gonna let you win.
No I will not surrender
Even if I start to fall
I swear to you I'll rise again!"
Veronica gripped the sink, turning her knuckles white. How had she come to this? She looked up at her reflection, seeing pieces of the person she had been a year ago. The same hair. The same jawline. The same lips, nose, chin. Even pale and dripping with sweat, those features were the same. But her eyes were different. Her smile belonged to a stranger.
She knew what had changed things. Dracul. He had made her something new, something terrifying, and despite her resolve not to become like him, it was happening. How did he fight it? How did he keep himself from doing the kinds of things she thought about constantly? She knew his mind housed the same nauseating thoughts hers did - after all, her mind was the product of his.
Today she had reached a breaking point. On her way home, she had passed a lemonade stand. Two industrious little kids selling homemade lemonade. But as she passed by the thought struck her. How would it feel to drive her arm into the little girl's gut? To get blood up to her elbow and pull her insides out? To gut her and leave her for the carrion?
She had run to the nearest restroom and thrown up. Sick to her stomach, sweating and panting over the sink, Veronica made the decision. She wouldn't be the person her body was pushing her to be. She wouldn't cross that line. But to keep it from happening… How could she stop it? She locked eyes with her reflection and let her demon skin take over. Seeing her eyes go red, horns emerging from her skull, her skin turning inky black… This was the reason. She was a monster. She was a demon. Her soul was still hers, but every other part of her was tainted. Her body - she was staring at the evidence right in front of her. Her mind - that she could think about killing people, that every day the thought of doing so invaded her mind… Even her heart was working against her, needing a conscious reminder of why killing was wrong, the reasons she couldn't do it.
But every day she got a little closer.
Every day the reasons not to mattered less.
Staring into the face of a demon, only one solution presented itself that didn't involve her dying. It was simple, really. She would have to leave.
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Here I go again. Same reading as before. Focus on the romantic pair, the Magician is conflict, so maybe a mentor character is a problem or one of the characters feels like they have to control everything. The theme is love (or maybe choices 'cause the Lovers).
Finally her hand wrapped itself around the old leather pouch. Jenn had worked so hard to get here. Five trials, each harder than the last had stood in the way of her path home, but now it was in her grasp. "You retrieved them then?" A voice came floating into her head. The Queen of Dreams. A door opened beyond the pedestal in the air, ostensibly created by the Queen to bring Jenn back. The once extravagant dress she wore was in tatters, her hair disheveled, her bone hand now extending up to her elbow. But the Tears of the Damned were hers. Jenn could go home.
She stumbled through the door, limping slightly. The room she entered was the same she had left, still decorated with the remnants of their elaborate meal. "Jenn… Don't…" Simon was collapsed on the floor by his seat, barely conscious.
"Simon! What-"
"Well the poor boy's been poisoned. A shame really, do you know what happens to the dead when they die here? Their souls lose their sense of self and well… You saw them on your way here right? The Lost?"
Jenn swallowed hard. She had seen the pale, vaguely human shaped ghosts spotting the landscape, always standing before a mirror, staring endlessly at the reflection of what they had become, trying to remember who they were. Simon had told her that because a soul can't be destroyed completely, they are robbed of their identity and left as empty husks. Simon couldn't… "Oh, but he could." The Queen read her mind. "Really, it's up to you. If you want the cure, you'll hand over the Tears."
So that's what it came to. Simon's life or her way out. If she stayed, she would die as her flesh continued its rot up her arm and engulfed her. Her hand, wrist, and forearm were already reduced to bone. Would she end up like those skeletons she had seen on her way here, the bodies she had pillaged her blade and map from? There weren't other Tears out there. The trials she had completed were the only way to receive them. But Simon… She couldn't leave him to face life as a Lost. 
Precious time slipped away as Jenn stood, frozen. Save Simon or save herself. How could she choose?
"He doesn't have much time left. Choose. My hand or the door." The Queen of Dreams had always had an ulterior motive, they had both known that. But this...
Losing Simon would haunt her forever. Her vision blurred from her own tears, her decision made. She stuck out her dead hand, bone fingers wrapped tightly around the pouch containing the Tears. "The antidote, please."
"Don't…" She heard Simon wheeze.
"Good choice dear." She dropped a vial into Jenn's good hand as the pouch slipped into her own. Immediately Jenn ran to Simon's side, uncorking the vial and bringing it to his lips. Tears dripped from her eyes as he drank it down, color returning to his face as he did so.
She cradled his head as she whispered his name, stroked his face, held him close. Either way she lost.
Behind her, the Queen cackled as she opened her prize. Jenn turned to watch, heartbroken. She would die here, in this unfamiliar world, slowly and painfully. The Queen reached her hand in, lifting a bit of the valuable contents out. Suddenly, her gloating smile turned to a piercing scream as she flung the fingerfull  of Tears in Jenn's direstion. Jenn shot up, surprised enough to let Simon's head plunk against the ground. She had been told that the Tears could get her out, but she had no idea what they actually were or what they could really do. Nor did the Queen, apparently. She was shaking her hand -the one she had dipped into the bag- screaming, crying. "It burns! It burns! You little bitch! What did you give me? My hand! What did you do to my hand?!" The pouch had dropped to the ground, somehow closing itself before making the fall as the Queen brought her hand to her chest, trying to stop the pain.
Jenn bent for a closer look at the bit that had been thrown. She picked a few grains up with her bones, poking a single grain with her good hand. "It looks like… Salt. It's a bag of salt?" The Queen was clutching her hand against her, cradling it. Before she could think of what to do, Simon was up, recovered and running for the precious bag. The Queen looked up as he reached her, a ferocity in her eyes that made Jenn's blood run cold. Without thinking, Jenn swept up what she could of the discarded Tears, running to Simon and the Queen. The Queen fingers wrapped around Simon's ankle as his own hand wrapped around the pouch. He looked back at her, terror coloring his eyes as they locked with the Queen's. Jenn saw her chance, throwing the sprinkling of tears into the Queen's face. She tumbled back, screaming once more, her grip loosening enough for Simon to slip away, sprinting away, taking Jenn's hand without stopping, and running from the Queen, her castle, and the nightmare she had wrought.
A little romance, a difficult choice, a Magician-like figure... I think I nailed it! Also I hope you guys like my characteristic unromantic romance. That's how I roll.
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Okay, my post is going up! I wrote this on my phone and haven't proofed it so... Please excuse any typos.

Why would I pull one card when I could pull 2... or 3.

Here's my spread
1. Focus of the story
2. Conflict
3. Overarching theme
2 of Cups - Love
I The Magician - Character unwilling to relinquish control
VI The Lovers - Focus is on the paring
That's literally what came up. 2oC and The Lovers. Defiantly a romance. But who to write…
Ayura stuck her blade through the throat of the last one hard enough to get it stuck in the concrete beneath. Demons were getting too bold, coming up in small groups to "persuade" humans to sin or give up their souls. Whatever they could do to get more bodies through hell's gates. She stared at the creature for a moment before wrenching her shortsword back out, frowning as she wiped the blood from it. This wasn't what had happened last time. Demons hadn't been much of a problem before. Something was wrong, she just had to figure out what. She sheathed her sword, planning to take a closer look at the demon she had killed. Any clue would be helpful at this point.
"You beat me again!" A young man's voice rang out from behind her. Startled, she turned towards the voice, knowing already who it was as she remembered their first meeting.

The silhouette of a man stood in the doorway of the warehouse. "You…" She couldn't recall his name. "Uh…"
"It's Leo. Leo Julian Rodgers the Second." He said as he walked toward her. No wonder she forgot his name. "And you're the Seer."
"And your name is…" He had tried this last time.
"None of your business." Dressed in a black hoodie with a black scarf tied across the top half of her head, Ayura had gone through a lot of trouble to hide her identity. There were people who couldn't know what she was doing, specifically, her mother.
"Huh. Thought you'd say that. Worth a shot." He was a young man, not yet filled out with dirty blonde hair and -admittedly- striking blue eyes. He wore the same armor as before, a silver chest plate with gold trim, a metal visor and coat of arms. He looked like a modernized medieval knight. "Your dog isn't with you today?"
"He's in a business meeting." Ayura said as she turned back towards the demon corpse, kneeling down beside it to get a better look. No horns, genderless, and lacking eyes. Only the third detail was unusual. She grasped it's face, turning it this way and that. No eyes. Not gouged out eyes, just smooth face where the eyes ought to be.
"That's not normal... Of course, demons rarely are, but even for a demon..." Leo had come over, looking at it over her shoulder.
Brows furrowed -not that Leo could see her brows- she mumbled agreement of some sort, a thought striking her. "The others." She stood and walked over to another corpse, noting Leo approaching the third. She had to flip the body over, but again, no eyes.
"This one doesn't have eyes either!" He yelled from across the room.
"Nor this one." She said loud enough for him to hear. This was... Bad. Ayura hadn't experienced this before and she should have. Events ought to be the same, the only things that changed were her, Kael, and Maria. Nobody else knew, nothing else should be different. But these demons spoke to something new, something in need of investigation. She needed new resources.

Walking back toward Leo, she asked, "You're a Templar, right?"

Leo stood a little straighter and said proudly, "I am."

"Does your family have demon histories?"
He smiled a little half-smile. "Of course."
"Then it's time you knew my name."
That… that was not a romance! Dang it. I'm going to have to try that again, I must have picked the wrong characters to write.

Also, her dog is a wolf, and he really is at a business meeting.
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All characters are from my main universe unless otherwise stated.
1. Ayura Nuun
Human (Seer), Female
Analytical, pessimistic, unemotional
Driven by the need to protect (Altruistic need to protect)
Sea Blue
Queen of Swords
2. Veronica Yarrow
Mixed human/demon, Female
Determined, righteous, bit of a hero complex
Wants to experience new things
Choleric-Sanguine (ESTP)
3. Marindor (King)
Human (20-year stint as a tree), Male
World: Surrin
Unaware, Self-absorbed, flirtatious
Wants to find out why he was turned into a tree
The Fool
4. Karenna Waters
Human (Empath), Female
Introspective, kind, emotionally stable
Wants to help
Turquoise Green
Princess of Cups
5. Melissa Denau
Mixed human/angel, Female
Creative, friendly, a follower
Driven by a desire for interpersonal peace
6. Akon Drakul (Allen Dracon)
Demon, Male
Lighthearted, passionate, destructive
Driven by the desire for vengeance
The Devil
7. Christine Olivet
Nephilim, Female
Apathetic, sardonic, self-conscious
Driven by……………. Uh……. Well… She exists.
Light Gray
Hanged Man (in that she gives no shits. Maybe there's a better card for this.)
8. Sayo Nuun (formerly Eos)
Human (Seer), Female
Avoidant, warm, hopeful
Driven by the desire to live a normal life
Sapphire Blue
The Lovers (has 2 sides and two men. Pretty apt)
9. Miranda Guerra
Lizard/human (gene spliced), Female
Outgoing, sarcastic, talkative
Wants to find her place
Olive Green
10. Lia (Ophelia) Stern
Human (toxic skin), Female
Quiet, sensitive, withdrawn
Drive: to protect her precious few loved ones (Selfish desire to protect)
Dark gray
4 of Cups
11. Leo Julian Rodgers II
Human, Female
Righteous, impassioned, devoted
Intends to destroy all the demons he can
King of Pentacles

Haha well only Marindor isn't from that main universe of this group. I'll keep adding as needed.



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