Hell Of Blazing Fires
Meanwhile, in the Hell of Blazing Fires, everything was silent, aside from the bubbling and popping of magma. This was quite unusual, considering that the norm for the Hell of Blazing Fires was a little more... chaotic. Deep inside the cave, on a pile of rocks, lay a set of clothes; a green skirt, white short-sleeved shirt, a green hair ribbon, two long black socks, a shoe, a giant mass of concrete, and a cape that looked more like a window to space than a piece of clothing. Nearby, the magma seemed a little more turbulent than the rest of the magma in the cave, as if something fell into the red-orange hot liquid rock. As time went by, bubbles began to form on the surface of the magma. At first there were only a few, but as the seconds ticked by, the bubbles became more and more frequent, until suddenly a girl with long raven-dark brown hair, matching-colored eyes, and large, black wings emerged from the magma.
(I lost it, I lost it! I can't believe I lost it!), Utsuho internally panicked as she emerged to the surface of the magma.
Utsuho was usually care-free and somewhat air-headed, but when it came to her role, that all faded away... or at least most of it. Why was she so panicked? It had been two hours since Utsuho had lost her Third Leg. In that short amount of time, there was no telling what the consequences would be. Utsuho thought about the possible outcomes. The hotsprings on the surface would cool, the Hell of Blazing Fires would be extinguished, and Utsuho would forever lose her Third Leg as the magma would cool, trapping and encasing the arm cannon in a thick layer of stone. If that happened, Utsuho had no idea what she would do.
She did not want to lose the ability to control her power, but if she couldn't find it, then she might have to go to the Youkai Mountain and tell Kanako that she lost her gift. There was a chance that Kanako would be upset with Utsuho, maybe even strip away her powers and give them to someone else. Utsuho really didn't want to think of anything like that happening. She loved her abilities, and loved her job. If she lost her abilities, then she would become just another run-of-the-mill Hell Raven.
That thought prompted Utsuho to try again. This time, she would check a little bit further away from the magma's edge. Maybe it rolled deeper into the magma. Utsuho took a couple deep breaths before once again submerging herself into the liquid rock, leaving the Hell of Blazing Fires silent, save for the bubbling and popping of magma.
Meanwhile, in the Hell of Blazing Fires, everything was silent, aside from the bubbling and popping of magma. This was quite unusual, considering that the norm for the Hell of Blazing Fires was a little more... chaotic. Deep inside the cave, on a pile of rocks, lay a set of clothes; a green skirt, white short-sleeved shirt, a green hair ribbon, two long black socks, a shoe, a giant mass of concrete, and a cape that looked more like a window to space than a piece of clothing. Nearby, the magma seemed a little more turbulent than the rest of the magma in the cave, as if something fell into the red-orange hot liquid rock. As time went by, bubbles began to form on the surface of the magma. At first there were only a few, but as the seconds ticked by, the bubbles became more and more frequent, until suddenly a girl with long raven-dark brown hair, matching-colored eyes, and large, black wings emerged from the magma.
(I lost it, I lost it! I can't believe I lost it!), Utsuho internally panicked as she emerged to the surface of the magma.
Utsuho was usually care-free and somewhat air-headed, but when it came to her role, that all faded away... or at least most of it. Why was she so panicked? It had been two hours since Utsuho had lost her Third Leg. In that short amount of time, there was no telling what the consequences would be. Utsuho thought about the possible outcomes. The hotsprings on the surface would cool, the Hell of Blazing Fires would be extinguished, and Utsuho would forever lose her Third Leg as the magma would cool, trapping and encasing the arm cannon in a thick layer of stone. If that happened, Utsuho had no idea what she would do.
She did not want to lose the ability to control her power, but if she couldn't find it, then she might have to go to the Youkai Mountain and tell Kanako that she lost her gift. There was a chance that Kanako would be upset with Utsuho, maybe even strip away her powers and give them to someone else. Utsuho really didn't want to think of anything like that happening. She loved her abilities, and loved her job. If she lost her abilities, then she would become just another run-of-the-mill Hell Raven.
That thought prompted Utsuho to try again. This time, she would check a little bit further away from the magma's edge. Maybe it rolled deeper into the magma. Utsuho took a couple deep breaths before once again submerging herself into the liquid rock, leaving the Hell of Blazing Fires silent, save for the bubbling and popping of magma.
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