Miranda, the priestess of darkness, cackles as she holds her new creation. Yup. Blueheart, the pure warrior of the light, with her blond hair and virginal appearance, always fought for justice and destroyed her plans.
There she was, Bluehart in her white uniform and flying golden hair, holding Miranda’s muscular henchman, Bulkey, who said, “Sorry, ma’am.”
Heroine said in a haughty voice, “Better give it up, Miranda.” You know how it ends. If you surrender peacefully, I might even get you a social job at an orphanage. “Think how good…argh.” The beam of energy made her release herself. Bulkey fell to the floor and looked at her blankly as if she were paralyzed.
The dark priestess laughed—yes, nothing could hurt or stop Blueheart, but that—well, now she controls that beautiful, delicate body. “My dear, I thought about it,” she said, reaching out to touch the heroine’s round and jovial breast. “argh…you should…” Miranda could barely speak as she felt her wrist twisted by Blueheart, who stared at her with a deep gaze.
“What makes you think a worm like you can touch me?” Blueheart said, no longer in her calm or delicate voice but low and with a tone of contempt and danger.