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Luminescence 50

“Well don’t I feel famous,” Eros slid his knives with equal precision back within their clasps around his torso, melting to his body with ease. His suit was hardly ruffled in the fight, his hair only a little swept out of place.             He ran a hand through his hair as he surveyed the ex-Guardian.             “You knew I would do this,” Ramon said.             “You didn’t think we didn’t come prepared?” Eros stepped around the bodies still inanimate. He touched Marcus’s shoulder, tracing a line down his bare skin. The dark giant blinked out of his reverie. “Thank you, Eros,” he looked to the shop owner. “Ramon,” he nodded. “You used me,” Ramon said. “Consider it a strategic manoeuvre,” Eros stepped around the demons lowering their weapons careful not to touch them directly. “Using your power saved me from u...
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Luminescence 1

Chapter 1 The night beat on all sides in a toxic heat wave, a drum roll of tiny insects buzzed unaware as a lion crouched forward in the grasses of the Savannah , sleek mussel, glowing eyes and a ripped maw where it had fought to keep its territory from another lion. It stalked closer towards the lake where a herd of gazelle lay sleeping. The lion paused as another pair of eyes glowed through the grasses.  It slipped back into the night. *             Marcus slipped through tall grasses a spear poised in his hand. He gave the feline beast no heed as he slipped beyond its territory to a place in the Savannah where the animals no longer dared roam, a place that set his heart racing with a wild hunger. This was his homeland and he’d grown up here in this wilderness, witnessed cold hard rage and cunning and what it took to survive. Marcus Ambruge had done terrible things and terrible things had been done to him. Now...
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Luminescence 40

The three men looked to Eros, “I’m just waiting,” he stepped back and let them pass towards the counter. Eros took a seat in the corner and flipped open a discarded fashion magazine dated back a few years. He hummed a tune and gripped the magazine in a death grip all too aware that he’d taken his hand off the silver pocket watch.             Ramon smacked his hand on the counter, “What can I do for you?”             The three wore identical slate grey hoodies, hoods up, broad shoulders, moving as one singular unit until the first one and shortest slid a piece of paper across the counter.             Ramon took the paper. “Oh right, I see.” He looked up running a hand through his salt and pepper hair. “Got one of those in the back, it’s the last one so you’re in luck.” He shot a glance to Eros and Marcus before he sai...
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