She really did hate herself... once again she found herself lingering in the clearing where the portal once was - she didn’t know what she expected to find; certainly not the Princess of Hell...served her right - she was behaving selfishly, she knew better....she needed to be isolated, far away from anyone and everything where she wouldn’t run the risk of causing harm.
She shook her head, moving away from the thicket, towards a hot spring - its temperatures too intense for humans, but for whatever she’d been made to become, it served her fine; still, the widespread y incision scar sent a powerful, dull ache through her that nearly caught her breath, making her all the more aware of it...it made cracks appear in the impassive veneer of her face as she moved her hair over her chest, sinking nose deep in the near boiling water to cover herself, unable to stop her mind from wandering if she would ever be blessed by company she could stand ever again...