A feeling of hatred. A feeling of sadness. A feeling of disgust. The paradoxically thousand-year-old girl travel through space without thinking. Her face wore a very bland expression that moved anyone who saw her. Deep in her mind, she was seething. An eruption of new feelings that she would have gladly done without. She wondered if all these unfortunate events could not have been avoided by doing certain actions in another way or by simply not doing those actions. So many questions swirling through her head without even giving time to get answers.

Benoit who had fainted in nature as a hero, a sacrifice which caused great pain to the young girl. Frederica, a farmer engineer who should never have had her gift of life stolen in such a discreet, dark and impromptu way. At least she thought, she didn't really know if her death was unexpected or clearly premeditated, and she hadn't even thought about it on the spur of the moment. Angela may have been over a thousand years of existence, but she remained deep inside her a little girl discovering life and the mysteries that surround her. She could more or less endure being insulted, beaten or separated from what she cared for a certain period of time. However, she still did not manage to fight in her strong interior of the extreme things like the definitive separation of the things to which she was attached, or quite simply death.

As a young girl coldly thrown into a hostile and incredibly vast world, so many malfeasance and novelties overwhelmed her quite brutally. She could, in a heroic perspective, defeat and even kill her opponents if she found them to be truly evil and threatening life in the universe, but having to kill loved ones or innocent ones see endure and live the death of others was unbearable. As paradoxical as it may seem, she possessed all the knowledge acquired on Earth, which did not prevent her from having a relatively childish maturity and hindsight. This same knowledge even became almost obsolete as she traveled, whether it was the overtaking of the Absolute Zero, a special fire fueled despite the lack of oxygen or the proven existence of a parallel universe, it did not reassure her about how little she knew, and that lack of knowledge coupled with everything that was currently going on was losing her.

In the far reaches of space loomed a sad little star, endowed with a wound to the heart that even its incredible gift of regeneration could not heal. She then decide to end it all by heading without a hint of hesitation to the next Destiny Boss, similar in shape to a spark-shaped pictogram. The domain of this Destiny Boss was ruled by lightning electric currents on either side of yet another solar system, this time devastated as that of Infamous had been in the last part of his last fight. After entering this destroyed space realm, the boss came to Angela as expected. Or rather, she.

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Without having been able to finish her sentence, the nammed Lighta Spark who had appeared in front of Angela had just been pierce by a devastating lightning bolt.

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The luscious electric woman was about to challenge the incarnation of the Tacos, but had been attacked with unparalleled speed even before launching the offensive. She was surprised, it was the first time that she had been taken like that. What had suddenly stabbed him in the chest was like a sharp spear, the gaping hole in the place of Lighta Spark's breasts was clean, circular, precise. Instantly reforming and regenerating what had been destroyed to her, she searched for what had caused her so much damage. She couldn't find any objects or other projectiles and attack residue in the air coming from Angela. And for good reason, what had attacked her did not come from Angela, or at least not directly. To her astonishment, Lighta Spark had been pierce by her own thunder bolts, the same that littered her electric domain.

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In the midst of a supreme electromagnetic field, the lost little girl remained motionless, so to speak static.

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Prepared, Lighta Spark narrowly dodged another lightning bolt, aimed at her head.

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Angela had deflected one of the surrounding lightning bolts again. She was alone, expressionless, in the middle of it all. Lighta Spark was fighting against something new. Previous Destiny Bosses had admittedly also faced an enemy of a new kind in Angela's presence, but this was the first time that one of the currently encountered Destiny Bosses had faced such an elusive foe. So lost. So tormented. So saddened. Angela's joyful and heroic facial expression had died away along with this awareness. A awareness that life, worlds, what surrounds her, is not as sweet and good as she thought. She knew that entities could be more or less malicious, but the cruelty of life, she had never really experienced. The loss of dear friends had unlocked like a cog in her, a cog in spiritual sections like maturity, understanding, emotions.

For Lighta Spark, each attack sent against Angela resulted in reflected lightning bolt. She decided after a while, quite late, to completely withdraw the electrical energy surrounding them. All her lightning bolts, that thunder, was like a shield for Lighta Spark. It was already aberrant that Angela could have walked through it so casually, but being manhandled by her own protection afterwards was even more so. So it was under these circumstances that one of Lighta Spark's main strengths was forcibly desactivated. But the latter was not to be outdone, it was after all a Destiny Boss.

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Freed from her protection, she amplified her own abilities so that Angela could not send anything back. Her body, usually orange-yellow, turned a attenuated ruby ​​red. Lightning bolts flashed in numbers from her body, more than before. Even her long, flaming hair, which would have nothing to envy the tail of the most charming comet, had changed into a true shooting star with the most magnificent of shards.

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Lighta Spark then charged two colossal balls of energy into each of her hands and converged them into a single devastating beam, which she fervently hurled at Angela.

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This ray was worth like 10 Unchained Star of the 100 Murderous Heavens from Infamous. It was not the same level, parrying such an attack would be almost impossible without leaving some feathers there.

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Arrived at its destination, the ray exploded the equivalent of 10 solar systems.

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Unfortunately for Lighta Spark, no victim was to be deplored, at least not Angela. The latter was instead just behind her, still expressionless.

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Before even letting her speak, Angela grabbed her roughly by the throat. Angela was no more than 1.50m tall, she looked like a little girl. As for Lighta Spark, she easily exceeded 10 meters. Yet, much to the Destiny Boss' astonishment, the usually so cute little hand of the conceptual embodiment of the Tacos gripped her enemy's jugular with unsuspected force. It was absurd. Absurdly unrealistic.

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Lighta Spark couldn't move anymore, she could have freed herself but Angela's hold did not allow her any action. She tried many times to escape from that killer hand, to attack her, but nothing helped, it was general paralysis just on contact. She then expected to lose, inevitably, seeing such a difference in strength. But instead, nothing. Angela persisted in her grip and stayed in that position for a moment, which seemed like an eternity to Lighta Spark. She really didn't know what to expect.

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Angela stay froze, her gaze still blank under her hair. She was thinking of everything and nothing at the same time, a torrential flow of emotions tormented her incessantly deep inside her, she did not know how to handle it and despite her weary face, she was screaming. She was crying out loud, for help, deep in her heart, a cry for help for anyone who could hear her to calm the emotional attacks that had assailed her from the previous events. In her mind, that would be like confronting a little girl of barely 6 or 7 years old with the outright murder of all of her dearest family and friends, in the most barbaric way possible, and this without however being able to do anything. A stinging helplessness that caused him a visibly irreversible wound in her heart of a young cosmic girl.

For her part, Lighta Spark did not know what she was up to. It must have been several months since Angela brandished her body like a trophy, her hand gripping her neck tightly. After a while, Lighta Spark stopped all attempts to escape and let it dropped.

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Unsurprisingly, Angela was not moving. However, she did something that surprised Lighta Spark.

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Fine tears tried to run down Angela's cheeks, but clumped around her eyes due to the lack of spatial gravity. Her usually expressionless mouth twitched into a mouth like a child about to burst into tears.

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Angela suddenly tightened the pressure around Lighta Spark's throat.

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Angela suddenly lifted her head, revealing tearful eyes with both a deep hatred and an equally deep desire to be rescued.

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She then put her other hand backward, in the spear position.

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With force, she projected her sharp hand towards Lighta Spark and violently punctured her left breast.

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She then felt a sharp pain, as if something entered her and clumped like parasites furious with violence.

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Externalizing her pain, Angela cried out loud, very loud. Like Shamsal's cold star, space reasoned heavily. It was then that Lighta Spark felt her body boil and tear from the inside. The fight ended when Angela, in a final pressure, opened her hand inside her opponent and created a myriad of spikes, which impaled her up and down. Like a conifer with lots of sharp branches pointing outwards from the trunk, many stakes had come out of Lighta Spark and made her look like a thorny ball.

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Angela recalled her peaks and then withdrew her hand, leaving a motionless and pierced Lighta Spark on all sides, expressionless, levitating silently into the void of space. Obviously, Angela had replicated Scyllah's stakes property in this desperate attack, Lighta Spark was finally over, in a relatively heartbreaking way. As was the case with the Destiny Bosses of yesteryear, Lighta Spark, who had lost all of her light and glow, lit up one last time to transform into this so characteristic fragment, which came to lodge in the body of the young girl. But that didn't give her any reaction. As voiceless as before, she nonchalantly continued on her way to the next boss. And so it was during the time that followed.

Fast Homunculus, a imposing golem, very fast and endowed with a number of resistances and other immortal powers in order to survive, it was particularly difficult to overcome, making arguably one of the most complicated Destiny Bosses to definitely defeat. Angela defeated him in one of the most laughable ways possible, obtaining his fragment fairly quickly. Other Destiny Bosses came in the following years, all of them swept away with an ease that did not grant Angela any pronounced joy. On the contrary, if she could do without this resentment that was gnawing at her, she would have gladly done without, even if she did not have all these overpowering powers. It was like a rusty vise, the grip of which allowed increased growth and knowledge, but granted unbearable pain. To be powerful but to suffer was not to her liking. She who was taste cordon bleu and minced meat, with a hint of mayonnaise sauce, had been feeling this bitter taste for too long already, she wanted it to stop.

She devastated dozens and dozens of Destiny Bosses in her blind fury, she didn't even need her astral map anymore to perfectly move towards the next rendez-vous. Each Destiny Boss was as previously said pulverized by various means all more harmless than the others, and most of these bosses were in general very belligerent, even at the time of death. Some were more or less lenient and understanding, but that did not offer them survival in the face of this sorry Miss Tacos. To show the extent of Angela's despair, the Destiny Bosses who were closer to her than others felt this aura of desolation emanating from their mistress. From the hidden dimension where each of the Destiny Bosses Angela has defeated are located, Scyllah emits a feeling of worry.

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Infamous was looking at the sky from their refuge dimension, as if to look directly at Angela.

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Cinderella, the undisputed leader of all Destiny Bosses. None of them have ever seen her with their own eyes, only her name is known. At least, if it is the one that was once communicated. Whether it's Scyllah, Infamous, Boom Breaker, Lighta Spark, Fast Homunculus and the others, no one has seen her live, raising her identity and potential from the legend beyond legends. Her criteria for choosing Destiny Bosses are still currently unknown, and just as much is why she introduced Angela to such a complex destiny. No Destiny Bosses know that either, they just follow orders.

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Infamous had confessed for the first time, moreover to one of his main rivals in Scyllah's presence, but the latter seemed to remain unmoved.

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At these words, Infamous became more aware of Scyllah's concern. Feeling Angela's feelings as well, he finally told himself that contrary to what he thought, he was far from the mark and could not really put himself in the shoes of the one who had once defeated him.

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Like Angela who constantly emitted that same dark aura, amalgamation of all of her buried negative feelings, the Destiny Bosses couldn't hide their concern. Angela continued like this for a long time, there was hardly anything that could stop her each time. However, despite this conquering attitude making her the beast she was until then, she still wanted to do none of that. She just wanted to get rid of this absurd feeling which oppressed her, this sadness which pained her, this fear which paralyzed her, this anger which was gnawing at her. She was so good before, so joyful, so happy, to discover life and everything. But she couldn't appreciate these things in the same way, the existence of evil where she would have least suspected, it had made her lose hope. The difference between her, a grotesque and impromptu incarnation, and the various entities she met during her journey, reinforced her in the idea that she clearly had no place in this world.

This loss of self-confidence intensified as she encountered Destiny Bosses. Yet she continued this mission, she wanted to put an end to it all. Everything was going bad for her, a real decadence that no one would even wish to witness. Until the day when in her continuation of fate, she crossed paths with a certain Destiny Boss, a Destiny Boss who did not have the appearance of a monster and did not give the impression of being one. A basic, simple appearance, reminiscent of a simple gentleman from Earth. She might not have known that he was one of the enemies to be killed if the latter had not, on his own, gone to meet her to warn her of his identity.

A very preventive man, very healthy, very calm, he inspired the respect and the warmth of a father at the same time. If Angela wasn't blinded by this desire to end it, she surely would have taken the time to contemplate him and his soft, pleasant appearance.

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Angela was making the same tense face than when she faced with Lighta Spark, she couldn't stand being lectured.

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As it once was with Lighta Spark, now it was Angela's turn to be surprised. She didn't have time to finish her sentence as the humanoid Destiny Boss had moved at lightning speed in front of her. With his finger on her forehead, the man held a few words for her as he lifted her head to his.

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From said finger, he gently nudged Angela's head, who, unexplainedly, was paralyzed and fell backwards, very slowly. Following the power of the mysterious Destiny Boss she had just encountered, her body had been momentarily calmed, and her mind, appeased.

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Scyllah had calmed down as well, but he didn't understand.

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Narcisse stayed in the background as the duo moved to the bedside of little girl Tacos. Interrogative, he was nonetheless excited and interested in the turn of events.

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