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  Intoxia Warriors - Mizuka Blood

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  People this is dedicated to -

  Ethel Augustus: Grandmother

  Cerita Augustus: Mother

  Chef Eric Rogers: Mentor

  Decarri Jackson: Best Friend

  Trevon Cochran: Best Friend

  Kay Hayes III: Longtime fan and friend

  Deonte Martin: Artist And Friend

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  Synopsis: Fifteen years before the story commenced, an infamous organization had taken the life of a former Core General who birthed her child two days beforehand. The organization's aspiration was to only spare the woman, but one of the members have disintegrated the plot, and operation for extracting the Legendary Diary Symbols.

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  Chapter 1 – Warehouse Massacre

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  In the abyss of a fallen city filled with rubble and destruction golden clouds rolling across the absolute antique brass skies, one individual, a succubus who’s in a clothing of deep cerise vampire viscount BJD outfit, stood before the appearance of a ferocious Reaper. She remained down on her knee with her head bowed down, awaiting for the next task.

  The voice of a Reaper arose from the Grim's voice as he spoke with a flash-white orb within his skeletal silver hands, "We've waited for fifteen years for this day to come. All the planning, the buildup, the time to begin the eradication of the old General's daughter, the life that she knows right now will be stripped away by the truth and destruction of Diamond K. Aruba."

  The Reaper rose up from the rusty, old throne chair with his scythe in hand as he trailed slowly passed his associates with any hopes of achieving the one goal he said he set his mind to after years and years of planning.

  "I will be taking you along with me, Lisa Amili," the grimming ringleader of Bloodlust Revelation, Black Hinura, had spoken calmly but filled with tyranny. "You must be more than certain that awakening the Beast of the Aruba clan is a massive success and will have the world coward at its' feet. Any soul who dares to confront the Beast will suffer the physical backlash and there's nothing that can prevent their deaths from occurring. I need to get my hands on the Sheruga DNA that was removed from the amount of blood that woman lost a long time ago."

  "Black, is there anything in particular that you wish to do before we start heading out?" Lisa Amili asked with two of her wings oozing out of her spine with her scythe behind her back. "It wouldn't be fun if we have the opportunity to eradicate all those workers in order to get to the building."

  Black didn't bother replying but continued on as he stayed cleared that Lisa would be assisting him. He placed his bony hand onto the knob and twisted it. He adjusted the dark tanned door to open with Lisa following after him.

  Man, what a dick. Oh wait, I forgot he doesn't fucking have one, Lisa thought furiously in her mind, jerking the door to shut heavily with a small dust from the wall above to pour downward toward the ground. I mean all this time of me working under this fool is more than something atrocious.

  "Lisa," Black stopped in his tracks as he turned his head with nothing but rich blackness blanketing his facial appearance. "Are you willing to infiltrate the Warehouse of 102 before I'm able to proceed inside to get the DNA?"

  Lisa seemed puzzled, but answer in a second, "Yeah. I've been capable of doing this for the last twenty years. Do you not trust my prowess and abilities?"

  "That's not what I'm portraying, what I'm telling you is that if you're willing to be with me at all times, the last thing I expect is for you to not fuck up what's been for the years. Breaking into the Warehouse would most likely be a problem. I want people to think that it's just you coming after it, but I wish to have them think that they've won the battle. That's all I want from you is to create a diversion."

  "Oh," Lisa replied in a baker-miller pink tone when Black went into full detail. "Not only do you wish to be unnoticed until the time was right, but it'll make your job easier, even if it meant using your comrades to get their hands dirty for the hell of it."

  Black remained speechless as he continued down the darkened pathway. He could feel an engaging vibe that the two of them will succeed one way or the other.

  Diamond Aruba's daughter will be in my possession to become an infamous host of the Avarian Beast of the Aruba clan - Kuronina.

  As they proceeded deeper into the caverns of Tomb Leserado, the lightshades had begun to ignite on, showing the sickening image of a skeletal face fading in horrifically with a sinister bone-crushing laughter.

  The entrance door to the corridor of Leserado had adjusted to open from Black's force. They both had enough time to go ahead and tried make more plans before commencing their operation of the Warehouse 102 massacre.

  "Lisa, the Sheruga DNA will be located on the nineteenth floor of the warehouse. More than fifteen guards are blocking the entire hallway of that stage," Black informed with his sightless eyes turning toward Lisa as she listened on.

  "I do have one question that I keep forgetting to ask you, Black," Lisa pressured herself into asking the Grim Reaper.

  "If you're on the verge of asking me what the Avarian Beasts are, it'll take way too long for me to explain and that it'll lessen our chances of achieving our goals," Black portrayed with the door closing behind him. "I have already told everyone else about these creatures except you."

  Lisa seemed disturbed by his terms as to why she wasn't aware of what he's saying.

  "I know you said that silence is golden, but it's also pitiful for a leader like you to go and look down on me as if I'm not to be trusted," Lisa commented.

  "There are some things that I won't tell you because you have such a huge ass mouth and don't know when to shut the fuck up for once. That's all I could explain to you. Hence that you've always been like that since you and I met when we were younger," Black hoisted his body over a hundred feet above the surface with Lisa tailing behind him.

  "Well, at least I got a clear indication as to why you forbid yourself from exposing me to hearing the truth about the Avarian Beasts. If that's the case or whatever, don't you think that--"

  "Lisa," Black bellowed, but not as loud as he wanted to. "Obtaining the Sheruga DNA is far more important than talking about them right now. We'll discuss the Beasts another time."

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  In the year of 2087, high new technologies and buildings that are over seven-hundred stories towering all lives that stood on the planet of Intoxia; an enlarged globe at the length of sixty-one hundred eighty-eight KM.

  Deep within the largest building, Intoxian Army Facility, colored of timber wolf towering all building by over sixteen-hundred twenty-five stories, nearly taken over seven years to complete. Some construction workers grew tired of the project and gave in before the construction on the building was complete.

  The view from many citizens look up at the sapphire blue skies with frost-white clouds soaring over the Northern Coast of the planet. Variety of flying vehicles surged across the. But on a particular day, all air-crafts from A-10 Thunderbolts to CQ-10 Snow gooses, as well as billions of soldiers world-wide are attending the ceremony for the newest recruits of the Intoxian Army. The list goes on as they've come together to part of the celebration will a country full of citizens up entering the Facility under the approval of the current Intoxian Army's Core General.

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  In a rich and smooth, silver room, a red-haired woman, who is the Core General (Northern Coast) of the Army, Lola R. Mizuka, remained resting peacefully, yet grunted gingerly. Her eyes shut for a short amount of time. The size of her bed was queen-sized and the height of it stood at approximately six feet higher, her scarlet hair covering h
er face and blanket covering her body. Within minutes, the woman finally opened her green-lime eyes after taking the eye-shades from in front of her sight and slowly raised the upper half her body up. Stretching her arms out and yawning heavily; followed by her rubbing the bridge of the nose. Trailing towards her closet, she covered herself with a Venetian Fleece Red robe.

  She then returned over toward her mattress and straightened the blankets out correctly before fixing the corners on the left hand side.

  Lola thought to herself, deeply thinking of her own achievements and tasks she's completed.

  Her room was as large as if it were a whole, big house. Flat-screen T.V, four China cabinets in all the corners of the room; filled with medals, graduate medals, frames of Lola and each of her younger trainees and how she'd take her time to glance at each of them.

  Trophies standing at the top of each cabinet as she walked past the west cabinet, behind it were stairways, but only six steps. As the Mizuka General stepped on the last stair, she opened the door that led straight towards an ordinary bathroom. The contents of the restroom were as original as most are - Shower, sink, toilet, racks, mirrors that open and a modern intercom, that allows Lola's voice to speak through the machine, giving her the chance to set the water temperature for her shower.

  "Adjust the water to warm," Lola voice spoke after pressing a red button outside the shower. She began taking off her robe, bottoms and bra off. The water had quickly went to the exact temperature before it’s' user entered.

  Lola sighed before she made access into the shower and closed the door behind her. Looking up at the ceiling with the water hitting her face, she began to have thoughts. The scarlet-haired woman took the rag and began to pour a bit of liquid soap and began soothing her body, starting at her arms. She advanced down to her chest, breasts and womb. She came to an abrupt stop, but quickly proceeded down to her legs.

  Lola kept her eyes closed and lowered her head and allowed the water to strike the back of her neck.

  Suddenly, over the intercom outside the shower and that stood over the mirror, Lola's name was announced for her to report to the conference room in the early going. She took her time to turn off the water off after the suds flooded off the back of her scarlet hair.

  And yet again, another damn meeting, Lola thought through frustration. Her forehead landed hard on the wall as the stress began developing even more; sleeping no more than seven hours but has sooned realized it's been four years since she's had a single day off.

  The door to shower adjusted itself to open casually. The left foot was the first to set foot on the floor, but the Mizuka General came to an abrupt stop. Her green eyes stood still, glancing directly at the wall with the back of her right hand vibrating, gingerly. Lola sighed before exiting the bathroom and getting herself read for not only the meeting, but as well as the ceremony that will occur later tonight at eight o'clock PM.

  The floors were getting wet from her feet, which had trailed on every footstep down to the stairs. The Mizuka warrior trailed over towards the closet, held endless contents of dresses, evening gowns and general attires all at once.

  It wouldn't hurt to try this on. I mean, this is a specialty that I use for whenever. I think that Crystal would like this. It's pretty obvious that Sonya, Alex and Hitachi would try to at least compliment me when I show them, Lola assumed as she clutched her hand around the outfit that's perfectly suitable for a female.

  After several minutes of drying herself with the towel, Lola grabbed her bottoms, and placed them on. She proceeded with fastening her bra, and placing on a red tank-top. She didn't waste any time putting on any lipstick because she doesn't like wearing them on many on special holidays, ceremonies, birthdays or meetings. She placed on her long, red coat; adjusting her pants to cover her long, dark-red heels.

  It took her ten extra minutes to be dressed when she finally finished brushing her teeth and wiping her mouth. Time was not flying fast for anyone, seeming how every had been preparing themselves to be ready tonight’s event, four new agents from the Academy will be pronounced as new agents of the Intoxian Army. Lola understood who those four might be, in since they all went to the Academy the same year.

  I better get downstairs and see how the others are doing. No point in looking around my room.

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  Inside the enlarged, famous Warehouse 102, a construction building with an accumulation of twenty-three hundred workers and six employers of all six industry groups; standing at over fifteen stories high. Hard workers embedded deep with the richness of the black and brown backgrounds of machines operating and doing multiple tasks. Metals bashed by hammers, men working and communicating through different locations of the building. Some of them are on lunch break and some had gone home after their shifts. But in the process two men, Jake Takasin and Robinson Bando have been working a bit overtime; passed forty-three hours before going on their two-week break; thanks to the head administrator of the Warehouse.

  "Hey, you think the wife and kids would be interested in coming over for dinner tonight?" Robinson asked her friend and co-worker.

  "No, not really. She's planning lasagna for the kids and me. So, I can't necessarily walk out on her like that. You know how much I love that," Jake replied, setting three of the metal plates over the wood that's held up by table. He mopped the sweat from his forehead and spat out the saliva from his mouth. "What about you? Don't you have a baby to take care of with your woman?"

  "Oh, they won't be home until, like three in the morning. Hey, you hear about the ceremony that's about to happen tonight?" Robinson asked with a grim expression.

  "Yeah, but we're prohibited from going. Remember after what the second boss did a while back that cost us all the opportunity to go?" Jake asked, helping Robinson memorize the incident that occurred between the General and the Second Boss while lifting up a large cardboard box, launching it into the dumpster.

  "Ah, he sucks. If only he had done what Lola said, we wouldn't be having this problem. But it's like most jobs these days have spitfire bosses who expects us to show sympathy towards them when they only appreciate the fact that they're making money off our hard work and paying us less," Robinson stated with frustration.

  "Don't worry about that. Sooner or later, he'll be long gone beforehand. He's retiring next week. Apparently, he's been in this business for more than four decades. Long before I was even a thought, but there were times back when I first started here he was pretty cool. He'd pay us more than what we've been getting as of recent," Jake uttered, leaning his back up against the rail of the metal walkway that led down to the bottom floors. "I mean, I remember working like past my optimized time, he actually paid at least over six-hundred dollars in less than a week. After all, I do owe a lot to the man. He's been around prior before my Dad abandoned my Mom and I a year after I was born."

  "Oh, I forgot he has done a lot for you. It's always best to learn from the elders and what they know about life, so I can't really blame him for being this way," Robinson supported. "You know we've been cool for a decade. I adore your wife as if she was my sister and your kids; you know the rest of what I'm about to say--"

  "Yeah, yeah," Jake interjected sarcastically. "You're the uncle. Shut up already."

  They both chuckled strongly. But Jake got bumped by a couple of doctors that stormed immensely downstairs with heavily medical assistance and a couple of employees started trailing out of the building but before they had a chance to get out, the doors slammed shut and the locks were sealed shut before they could get out, frozen by an individual of an infamous organization that's known world-wide; The Bloodlust Revelation.

  "Hurry up and get the doctors down here, now," A female employer screamed at the top of her lungs, watching as she saw one of the worker's face drowned in a large red ocean of his blood. The bone on his right arm had been exposed to everyone, some looked on in disgust, and most of them had looked away from the scene and tried to not vomit aimlessly with their mouths covered.
r />   Robinson had been accompanied by very few other members of the Warehouse 102 floor three. They had been asked to gather the medic kit in order to revive Jake's consciousness.

  "Well, you have to know something, Doctor Ross. You're the expert, remember?" Robinson said to Ross Tishiragi, a leading scientist and doctor.

  Ross came by to pay a visit to the employees and had always thought of the audacity to run back in the direction to where the carnage is taking place, "Keep an eye on him until I return. I forgot some of the stuff at the entrance."

  "Wait, are you on crack? Dude," Robinson shouted but soon noticed Jake's arm grabbing him. He willing stayed where his comrade was at, and noticed something strange going on. "Jake, you alright man? You mustn't push yourself. Lie down, man."

  "I would," Jake whispered, cruelly his eyes and uttered through a succubus' voice.

  Both hands had flipped with both backs turned up and injecting straight into the abdomen. Through sheer strength, both hands hand began to isolate as they progressed deeper through the stomach. Blood had been leaking through mouth, trickling down to the lips.

  "Who are you?" Robinson asked through his teeth.

  "Let's just say that I'm a member of the Bloodlust Revelation, so I think I'll just send the message to your boss for you, you don't die on me so easily," the voice replied again, coming in closer, penetrating his torso and with her right horn; which grew out of her left school with blood dripping.

  Before Robinson could deny his actions; the horn from the succubus' cranium had seeped through the back of his throat; red liquid squirming out down toward the ground with his insides melting, due to an unavoidable technique she learned.

  Two breasts had flopped through the shirt with demon armor blanketing the nipples and breasts.

  "I'm going to slowly eat your dick off just as soon as you fall down in a pool of your own blood," Lisa's way of lecturing to people had been nothing but sexual, dark terms, but not for this assignment she's been assign to by her ringleader, whom is at the Warehouse, on the top floor.

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