KnightessCiela

Ciela tilted her head, smirk spreading like wildfire across her lips as Belregor’s blade came down harder, faster, angrier than before. “Ohhh, that got you to hurt me, huh? Don’t like being emasculated, do ya champ?” Her tone was razor sharp, teasing, each word dipped in venom and mockery. She laughed, low and cruel, letting it ring out just to get under his armored skin. “Too damn bad. All you’re doing is proving my point. I'm packing more than you are.” She stared at him with the confidence of someone who already knew they weren't winning this fight unless she kept his attention, but as long

Ciela’s gaze locked on Belregor, molten fury churning in her chest. Her dark brown eyes shifted, glowing an ominous, fiery red. The edgy bastard had the gall, the absolute and sheer audacity, to hurt the people she cared about, and she would not stand for it. Heat rose in her throat until it burst free in a rage-filled, guttural scream, far louder and more savage than the one she’d unleashed in the first round. This one dripped with wrath, power, and an unyielding promise of payback. “Alright, you glorified fucking tin can,” she snarled, her voice sharp enough to cut steel. “Come at me. W

Finally, Ciela thought with a little victorious flutter in her chest. A beach day. It had been far too long since she’d felt sand between her toes and the sun on her skin, and the promise of free food didn’t hurt either. Still, she’d never dream of showing up to a gathering empty-handed. That simply wasn’t her style. Her kitchen smelled like summer by the time she was done. Neatly stacked into a huge box were Pina Colada Blondies with golden pineapple chunks, tangy Key Lime Bars dusted with powdered sugar, and delicate Watermelon Mint Macaroons that looked like tiny edible jewels. She ticked t

Ciela’s eyes went wide, her jaw slack as she watched Belregor rise into the air like some overdramatic stage magician. The sheer audacity of him just… floating there had her baffled. It was completely on brand for His Edginess though, she’d give him that. Still, if someone had told her before she bought this game that it was essentially Dark Souls with real-life consequences, she would have politely said, “No thanks,” and not thought about sword art online for another second. The absurdity of it all was only heightened by the blaring K-Pop music thumping in the background, making the whole sce

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As Belregor’s body began to shift, the grotesque sound of bones cracking, twisting, and snapping into place echoed around them, sending a shiver down Ciela’s spine. It was like listening to a tree being ripped apart from the inside. Her stomach flipped, her grip on her sword tightening instinctively. Then, the darkness that swallowed them faded. Ciela looked to Wulfrin, who was holding a Crystal of Divine Light in his grip. Then came the worst part, Belregor's transformation. The boss’s form stretched, warped, and contorted until he stood before her... looking exactly like her husband. Ci

Ciela’s entire body tensed as the sickening crunch of bones echoed through The Black. The sound was so visceral it made her eye twitch. "Ugh, I will never stop having nightmares about that noise," she muttered, gritting her teeth. Belregor, never one to be boring apparently, swapped out his blood red blade for some kind of segmented monstrosity that looked like it came out of a discount sci-fi film. The fractal weapon seemed to writhe in his grip like a metallic centipede. "Oh cool," Ciela deadpanned, "a sword with commitment issues." Wulfrin shot her a look. The kind that said "You

Ciela was doing exactly what she was meant to do, holding the boss’s attention like a pro. Belregor’s glowing crimson gaze locked onto her, and she could feel the weight of his malice with every step he took toward her. As he raised that massive blood red blade, Ciela dug in her heels and braced for impact, muscles tense but ready. She didn’t flinch as the weapon came crashing down. As the blade collided with her body, she was grateful that her and Wulfrin's preparations came in clutch, as Belregor's blood red blade collided with her, the thorns on her armor activated, piercing through his own