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  1. Samantha Asrenvale would slowly sit back up as Amarion impaled her with an insane and incomparable power. Samantha just... Felt it. Even if she hoped for it, there was no coming back. Her pupils just shrunk at that point, as her chromatic aura would slowly dissipate. Dissipate into nothing, much like her emotions.
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  3. Samantha's child was just gone. Something she was.. Hoping to earn, someone not as... Not as insane as Sonique, but someone she could properly call her 'child'. Hoping it'd be a daughter, tell it about her home-world, tell about stories on how powerful Vergil is, play pat-a-cake... None of it would be a reality now.
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  5. It was all slipped away from her as a Saiyan Moron literally just appeared out of nowhere and punched her happiness away.
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  7. Sam just limped into nothingness, having fainted from the shock she just received. Having lost. This time, she literally lost it all, her friends being beaten to a pulp, and Samantha having no hopes of seeing her husband again at this point. Amarion was going to do horrific things with her, finally leading her to her journey's end.
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  9. ...
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  11. ...Or so it seemed.
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  13. Instinctively, Samantha would get back up and pull some kind of cool transformation where she'd get twice as stronger, or something equal, however this was different. Her white fur was growing unstable, its color slowly turning completely black, the menacing tone she was giving off was incomparable. The murderous presence, higher than Nalia's determined anger. This was nothing like a determined person, nor anything of the alike. The ground beneath her, beginning to crack without her intervention, the pressure of the air beneath her crushing the very floor. The power she was exerting, animalistic. She had nothing else to lose, now. It was either giving up to Amarion's stupid sexual intents, or downright tear his throat apart.
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  15. This was pure hatred. Hatred incarnate. Her pupils were nowhere to be seen, leaving only a white void beneath her glare. Not even Amarion's anger could stand up to this.
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  17. This was Samantha at her peak of insanity.
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