I will behead Julian / 📖🪄 anon

Name: Aemie Anabelle Harper.

Code name: Lost Soul

Species: Half ghost

Nationality: Argentinian-French

Height: 147 cm

Age: 14

Pronouns: she/her

Romantic attraction: biromantic

Appereance: Long brunette hair, purple eyes, pale skin, small complexion, full of freckles.

Family: @ / danny-fenton-in-gotham (adoptive father), @ / the-better-phantom (uncle), Julian Miraflores (uncle/godfather).

Mun is @batink / Ink, nice to meet you^^

● Other blogs I run:

○ DC/Glitchverse: @w3atherboy , @twoclownsinoneblog ( @j4ck0falltrades & @ifinallygotanidea ), @gothambarista / @ghostdoct0r

○ DC x DP : @garden0fpoison (Witch!Sam Manson)

○ Marvel: @spiritofaspider / @polarisstudent

Any kind of bigotry is unwelcome here.

Please remember that muse is a minor, feel free to curse but keep in mind that this character will NOT engage in sexual or suggestive interactions.

Feel free to interact.

They should have seen this one coming, really. Everything was going way too smoothly, too good to be true.

Aemie's eyes wondered around the lab, looking outside the window for a second and noticing a small cabin without windows.

At best her friends were there, but maybe at this point they were dead or in some kind of torture chamber. She wouldn't put it past Julian at this point.

The lab's doors were watched with guards of some sort, Julian's experiments. People whose pain Aemie recognized, the one she had been dreading for ages.

They didn't have much time left, yet they clung to their loyalty to her godfather just to get a little more time alive even if it had to be spent like this.

The luckiest ones lived for about a month or two at best, the other ones lasted for a week or a little less alive. That was how this system worked, that was why she used to be his special experiment.

The only one who reached a higher longevity, the captain of his tropes. His little trophy.

None of the guards had more than a few hours left, or at least judging from the way they looked. They were scared, they didn't deserve this at all.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice coming from behind her.

"Ah, my dear goddaughter. I see you're awake, yes?" Julian's voice sent a chill down her spine.

He lifted her chin, smirking at her in a cruel way and making her feel even more powerless in that table. Spread apart like a specimen he was about to study.

< Or rather he had already studied... > she recalled, feeling the blood dripping from her chest. He wasn't even done yet, the stitches holding her wounds together were messily done on purpose because he planned on opening her up again.

"Your hair is ruined, love. But I must admit that it makes your face look even cuter" he caressed her left cheek.

Mental note: cut off my side bangs.

"I couldn't care less about what you like about me" Aemie snarled back, before biting his hand hard.

Julian pulled back, hissing in pain with certain amusement.

"Oh? I see your friends have been a bad influence on you, hmm? I'll take that into count when it's their time to be punished." the scientist ruffled the nephilim's halfa's hair.

So they're still alive, that's reliving at least. Now, she just needed a quick distraction. Maybe she could-?

An explosion was heard near coming from the cabin. Evan was definitely in there, and she was definitely making him solding gloves after this.

The halfa used her last forces and the adrenaline flooding in her veins to make her legs go through the restrains that held her in the table.

She kicked him on the crotch, then on the chin.

She knew how they looked at her, envy because she would survive this yet pity because what was life if that man was controlling it? Was it really worth calling life something like that? Being someone's puppet? Being someone's little project for their own amusement?

Julian stumbled back, kneeling in pain as he chuckled. He grabbed a pair of medical scissors, slowly getting up again and the girl got suddenly self aware of her situation.

Aemie's eyes locked with one of the guards, she thought what would happen to them. Was Julian taking care of the experiments like she did? Or was he more rough than before? What would happen if-?

Her thoughts were interrupted as one of the guards punched Julian, as the other freed Aemie.

She wondered for a second what they were doing, before realising that this was their last chance of making an actual difference. They could stop him, they could break the cycle.

The guard holding her tried to tell her something, but she didn't need to understand them to know what they were planning. She just nodded along, they carried her as the other guard held Julian.

Aemie barely managed to paralyze the crazy scientist, feeling the stitches pulling apart.

Where was she?

Her head wasn't in the right place, everything felt wrong yet famllar in some weird way.

She could feel the cold slowly eating away her energy, why was she in this place to begin with?

She couldn't feel her legs, it hurt and she was lost and where was her best friend?.