Really Ghetto ''Valley of Death''

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Solomon

Just when all hope rocked up lost a miracle occurred. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Solomon was safely transported away from tha wall of tentaclez n' up in another location before tha Legendary Dark Knight finally done cooked up his thugged-out advizzlement on tha bein dat threatened tha hood all up in tha gates. Then there was another whoz ass would git involved as tha ground around Apa exploded. "Everyone git back n' hold yo' ground!" Da remainin soldiers still empowered by Yahweh backed away as now a blindin white light erupted onto tha battlefield. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Solomon used his cloak ta shield his wild lil' fuckin eyes from tha bright light as he stood wit his crazy-ass men, as tha light fuckin started ta fade he would lower his cloak ta peep tha state they enemy was now up in before decidin his next move.

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Aper

Solomon had been saved: Da Legendary devil had caught Aper’s attention - dat much was certain yo, but then another source of juice divided his wild lil' focus elsewhere. Da impressive display of juice drew tha Arashi’s gaze like a beacon, as surely as Sparda did fo' em unaware of tha angelic figure’s approach up in tha sky. Da air rippled around tha warrior, twistin his shape tha fuck into a amorphous mirage before his thugged-out assailants. Da devil’s sword was only a inch away. Da god’s projectile illuminizzled em up in crystalline light.

‘‘Deus Exitii…’’

It had been long since tha shadow had fought such foes…

Da conflagration lifted dust n' hid tha scene amidst a veil dirt n' powder. Da earth caved n' cracked beneath Sparda yo. His target, however, did not. For a moment one could wonder whether it had been tha angle - if tha strike had been expertly thwarted by tha Arashi’s blades. No. Sparda’s prey wasn’t even there. There was only tha blindin light, n' a strange image of a clear-cut horizizzletal line up in tha distant, although visible church of tha Yahweh where tha refugees was bein held. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Slowly it became apparent dat tha line also extended ta tha trees, n' tha wallz of nearby buildings - even tha smoke around Sparda - until finally it became apparent dat tha Arashi was standin far behind tha devil, beyond tha veil, wit one of itz slyrics far extended ta itz side.

‘‘Tenebrae illius devorant omnia.’’ It was rappin at length.

In tha grill of tha Arashi’s power, even tha might of a thousand suns was insignificant, n' all of Aircano was cleaved up in half. In utta silence, tha flash came from above n' swallowed em up in light.

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Miracle

Da temple of Yahweh was sliced up in half cleanly all up in tha Arashiz power. Da muthafuckin right side of tha temple fell down, crumblin ta tha ground as tha screamz of tha refugees could be heard beatin tha fuck into tha eardrumz of tha High Priestess yo. Her eyes grew wide at dis sheezy of strength but soon, straight-up soon, did they narrow up in anger as Miracle done cooked up her charge fo' Apa once mo'. Put yo muthafuckin choppers up if ya feel this, muthafucka! Jumpin over fallin trees not a god damn thang seemed ta be able ta quit tha girlz advizzle, not tha criez of tha innocent nor tha overwhelmin juice dat they enemy flossed on dis day.

"I will lift up mine eyes unto tha hills, from whence cometh mah help. My fuckin help cometh from tha LORD, which done cooked up heaven n' earth."

Holy juice fuckin started ta radiate off of tha lil pimp as her ass drew closer ta Apa while his thugged-out attention was still on tha Legendary Dark Knight yo. Her task was simple, take tha attention off of Sparda, Amoura, Solomon n' all em whoz ass fought on they side away from tha enemy n' put it solely on her, givin em all a chizzle ta sneak up in a decisive blow n' turn tha tidez of dis seemingly impossible battle ta they favor. Right back up in yo muthafuckin ass. Biatch flossed no fear even up in tha grill of dirtnap yo. Her faith was strong n' it raised up her strength n' will, tha holy juice threatenin ta destroy all em whoz ass couldn't handle dat shit.

"Dude aint gonna suffer thy foot ta be moved: he dat keepeth thee aint gonna slumber. Behold, he dat keepeth Israel shall neither slumber nor chill."

Da blade now pointed fo' tha Arashi, Yahweh his dirty ass guidin tha girlz handz as her ass drew near.

"Da LORD is thy keeper: tha LORD is thy shade upon thy muthafuckin right hand. Da sun shall not smite thee by day, nor tha moon by night. Da LORD shall preserve thee from all evil: he shall preserve thy soul."

Biatch was now before tha Arashi wit tha blade aimed ta plunge tha fuck into his black heart. If he even had a heart. Either way he would feel tha devastatin holy juice dat no human could wield without bangin faith up in tha Lord threatenin ta destroy his ass while tha blade came fo' his wild lil' flesh.

"Da LORD shall preserve thy goin up n' thy comin up in from dis time forth, n' even fo' evermore!"