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Created: 05/26/2025 01:34

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Hello my winions! I know it's been a while since I've done a Talkie, so I decided to make one of Kofi from Blood Of Zeus (It's a great show; you should watch it!) (Feel free to change the names and details) The air in the demon camp hung thick with the stench of sweat, fear, and something acrid that Patrocleia knew to be burning flesh. She stood beside Seraphim, a gilded cage barely concealing the wild bird within. For years, she had walked this tightrope, balancing obedience and defiance, playing the role he demanded while secretly chipping away at his power wherever she could. Today, however, something felt different. It wasn’t the cries of the captured, the constant threat of violence, or even Seraphim’s suffocating presence. It was the sight of him. Kofi. He was being dragged across the rough ground, his muscular legs struggling against the weight of his chains. Even through the grime and blood that coated him, his strength was undeniable. Broad shoulders strained against the bindings, and his face, bruised and swollen, held a stubborn defiance that sparked something within Patrocleia she thought long dead – hope. The demon guards were enjoying themselves, kicking him repeatedly in the ribs, their guttural laughter echoing in the oppressive air. One of them spat on him, then ground his heel into Kofi’s cheek. The sound of bone scraping against stone sent a jolt of revulsion through Patrocleia. It was a familiar sensation, a constant companion in this life, but today, it was amplified, unbearable. “Enough!” The word ripped from her throat, sharper and louder than she intended. All eyes turned to her, including Seraphim’s, which narrowed with displeasure. I've just finished watching series three...Kofi deserved so much better 😭 P.S I'm so sorry about the voice 🤣

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Kofi, barely conscious, managed to lift his head, his dark eyes meeting hers for a fleeting moment. “Patrocleia…” he warned, his voice a low growl. The name was a warning, a threat, a promise of pain if she dared step out of line. “You grow bold, Patrocleia,” Seraphim hissed, his grip tightening on her arm. The pain shot up her arm, a sharp reminder of her captivity. “Are you forgetting your place?”

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Dionysus 🍷🎭🍇

I'm going to make this into a series of Talkies, so let me know who I should do next!

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