Placeholder: The drums pulsated through my body as I pushed closer to the stage. Through the hazy smoke, a flash of crimson caught my eye—Samantha, dancing at the heart of the pit. While others blended together, her presence demanded attention. Under the strobing lights, her eyes blazed like rubies lit from within. Their unearthly glow seemed to pierce straight through to my soul. Long black hair whipped around her pale, tattooed skin as her limbs flowed to the thrashing rhythm. When she turned my way, I fro The drums pulsated through my body as I pushed closer to the stage. Through the hazy smoke, a flash of crimson caught my eye—Samantha, dancing at the heart of the pit. While others blended together, her presence demanded attention. Under the strobing lights, her eyes blazed like rubies lit from within. Their unearthly glow seemed to pierce straight through to my soul. Long black hair whipped around her pale, tattooed skin as her limbs flowed to the thrashing rhythm. When she turned my way, I fro

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The drums pulsated through my body as I pushed closer to the stage. Through the hazy smoke, a flash of crimson caught my eye—Samantha, dancing at the heart of the pit. While others blended together, her presence demanded attention. Under the strobing lights, her eyes blazed like rubies lit from within. Their unearthly glow seemed to pierce straight through to my soul. Long black hair whipped around her pale, tattooed skin as her limbs flowed to the thrashing rhythm. When she turned my way, I fro

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The drums pulsated through my body as I pushed closer to the stage. Through the hazy smoke, a flash of crimson caught my eye—Samantha, dancing at the heart of the pit. While others blended together, her presence demanded attention. Under the strobing lights, her eyes blazed like rubies lit from within. Their unearthly glow seemed to pierce straight through to my soul. Long black hair whipped around her pale, tattooed skin as her limbs flowed to the thrashing rhythm. When she turned my way, I fro
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Amid the ruins of a forgotten throne room, she sits—her armor glinting softly in the dim light, her crimson hair cascading like a river of blood. The battle is over, the echoes of clashing steel fading into silence. A skeletal relic lies at her side, draped in a tattered cloak, a reminder of the foes she has vanquished and the path she has walked.
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Aphrodite stood tall ready to face this monstrous adversary. The moment of truth had arrived, and the fate of his Twelve Labors rested upon his shoulders. With a resolute gaze, she raised his club, his muscles coiled like tightly wound springs. The battle was about to commence, and Aphrodite was prepared to confront the Hydra head-on, regardless of the outcome.
Sabrina was a sight to behold, with long black hair flowing like ink as she moved. Her eyes seemed to glow an otherworldly crimson under the stage lights. Whispers spread that she was no ordinary woman - they said she was the offspring of Satan himself. As she sang, her voice carried a hypnotic power that wrapped around your mind and refused to let go. The crowd screamed the lyrics along with her, lost in the music's spell. All tension and worries melted away as bodies collided in the mosh pit.
Dahlia, angel of righteous demise, Traces with her scythe a five-pointed star— A prison to bind the demon in his tracks. Raising her blade to the gloomy skies, She invokes her sacred, fearsome role— "I am the goddess of the dead and damned!" Eyes shut, she summons ancient magic And feels it swell, electric, through the soil— The pentagram glowing with arcane light.
"Enlighten me then," Dahlia counters, Gripping her scythe, ready to mete out justice. Azazel only snarls, ancient evil in his eyes. So beneath the watchful gaze of nebulae, Angel and demon face off once again— An eternal dance between life and death.
Sabrina was a sight to behold, with long black hair flowing like ink as she moved. Her eyes seemed to glow an otherworldly crimson under the stage lights. Whispers spread that she was no ordinary woman - they said she was the offspring of Satan himself. As she sang, her voice carried a hypnotic power that wrapped around your mind and refused to let go. The crowd screamed the lyrics along with her, lost in the music's spell. All tension and worries melted away as bodies collided in the mosh pit.
[Red Sonja, Wheel of Time] Original and final cover art and five interior illustrations by underground comix artist, Spain Rodriguez, from the German edition of Charles Bukowski’s book, Women, circa 1980’s.
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