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❝ Gah! ❞ Sam yelped out of habit, the corpse falling back hard with the collision. Black fog began to flow from the corpse’s mouth, Sam pulling herself out. Loud growling came as the demon’s arm shot out from the bodies’ mouth.❝ Oh, You little WHORE. ❞
Angered chirping Came from the demoness, eyes opening up along her arms and torso. The sound of her paws on the pavement were easy to hear in the sudden uneasy silence. Her claws itched to feel Iri’s blood on her own hands now. ❝ I was going to make your death relatively QUICK, but now… ❞
Sam’s snarl turned to a grin, a glow reflecting from the back of her throat, alcohol she’d consumed and her body produced now lit. Her hair beginning to glow. It’s bright blue tones now replace with an almost blinding white. The black vine tattoos covering her skin glowing just the same, yet not as harshly. A clawed hand snatching out to grab her by the hair, cooing almost lovingly in her ear. ❝ Oh, Iri, Iri, Iri. I should thank you. You reminding me of my life as Joan has only made me stronger, now I’m truly considered a Queen down below. But- ❞
Her grip became tighter, her other hand coming up, colder than the vacuum of space. It was cold to the point it burned like a couple Blue suns. ❝ Your methods…They aren’t useful to me. Oh we could have been great friends, really. To think, remembering what killed you in a past life could make you stronger, you have no idea how useful that is to me from a military stand point. ❞
The look in now blue eyes only confirmed how serious she truly was. ❝ If you weren’t such a psychotic- No, no, no. You aren’t psychotic. You don’t deserve that word. In fact, in this moment and time, you’re not even a person. You’re nothing but a thing, and like most things humans put their dirty little hands on- It’s time for you to break. ❞
Her hand released the other’s chin, though pulled harder on her hair. Her index finger ever so gently caressing Iri’s jaw line, tilting her head up. Her expression was the same empty, fake, loving, motherly look Iri had given her oh so many times. ❝ Oh, and about poor, precious Yamai. He’s not your’s. And he was NEVER or ever will be, your’s. ❞
( ❝❤ ) – Was that FEAR she felt quickening her heart, so much she felt as though it was going to IMPLODE and send shards flying out to pierce through her skin and shatter her completely? The heat emanating from the rapid pulsating told a different story than the ice freezing her veins and leaving her there to gawk like a child staring at their nightmare monster crawling out of the closet. This was a vile heat that would turn abhorrance and disgust her way from every living creature within a mile radius, should they be able to read her thoughts and what they perpetuated.
Even as her conscious commanded that she flee or at least barricade and be driven down to her grave by filthy hands not fit to pick the rot and decay from the yellowing teeth in that yowling corpse’s mouth, a displaced excitement had her heart a flutter. Her heart… her heart… yes, she knew in her heart. What? What did she know?
‘this repulsive woman, eaten away and formed over and over by the whims of time, her recovered memories did this to her. just like she said.’
A violent trembling overtook Iri’s body, convulsing along her spine and originating at a jolt of her shoulders that further wrenched her throat in Sam’s iron grip. The tugging of her hair was irritating her scalp so that it felt as though it were tearing away, her neck burning and straining beneath the limp weight of her marble-esque body. Numbing heat seeped through her limbs, centering in waves and pulses at her rapidfire heart, providing such an ecstacy too purely derived from herself and herself alone to be considered a product of some depraved fantasy or intimate memory. What fear remained at the surface rather than sticking into her delusioned heart like thorns of a twisting rose twined itself through the jerky movement of her arms and shaking of her fingers as they loosely scrabbled against the arm forcing her to remain in place.
“You see? You see? I made you better! If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be A GROVELING MAGGOT IN THE DIRT, crushed beneath the heel of what you forgot!” she exclaimed hoarsely with a shrieked, cracked victorious laugh not unlike the unnerving cackle of a nefarious hyena. “I–” she panted, lips twitching as a smile attempted to claw its way to the surface and twist her expression into something less impassioned, “I was right. Imagine what I could do with him. Imagine– imagine what I could do with you.”
—she really did believe her own LIES, didn’t she?
Her voice cracked and faded away with a shrill, disconcerted whine as Sam’s cold, callous finger trailed along her jawline. Wide, liquid gray eyes with piercing craze rolled to the side, attempting in vain to follow the path. Where would it lead? …was this how she died?
WONDERFUL.
SPLENDID.
SHE WANTED TO CRY.
“……Yamai?” she repeated the name, another spike of hyperawareness spearing her through the stomach as a deranged gaze darted about wildly. Envy crawled up from the pits of her chest to complete the job of choking her air out. “You’re going to break me? Go ahead, go ahead! I’ll be like him then… so much closer to him… let me taste what it’s like on the other side!”
but she wouldn’t come back.
and she was S C A R E D, shaking like a leaf, close to begging for forgiveness.
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