I got an idea for when Rakuen dies and like how it's the first and last time she kills someone. So imma wrote what came to mind
Blood and violence and death warning obviously.
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Rakuen felt a searing jolt run through her, her throat beginning to burn more and more in place of a gasp a flooded gurgle left her.
Her wide eyes landed on the man tightly grasping her kimono wicked green eyes burning into her as the ex Captian watched her choke on her own blood. Clutching her closely watching her with sick intent.
"Now you foul little wretch, can suffer how I have." He spat teeth clenched bringing Rakuen close, "You will die painfully, and slowly for what you took from me...!" Captain hissed. Rakuen could feel the blood begin to flood her throat and mouth more, but rage burned her fingertips, her claws flexed. In being so close she lifted her claws....
Captian gasped when sharp, long black claws tore through his throat Rakuen grabbing his collar just as his grip loosened on hers. Blue and pink eyes stared as blood sputtered from the wound and blood covered his neck and chest much quicker than her own. Through gushing blood and clenched fangs Rakuen leaned toward him, "You....Know not...nothing of SUFFERING..." She bit each word tightly Captian staring into her eyes fear flooding them for another time. The last time.
"You...Will DIE...With....Me...Slowly...Pain..fully..."
Rakuen released him and Captain fell to his knees toppling on his side, gasping nails dragging into the dirt, blood still flooding his throat. Rakuen fell to her knees and panted, staring up to Ryoshima's stary sky one last moment.
"Wait...For me...Everyone..."
Rakuen rolled onto her back, solom tears running down her face but a pained smile still tugging her bloody lips.
Captians gurggled wailing was distant now, he was fading faster she could feel it.
I hope death is another chance....Unless you want to come back as one of me....
Rakuen felt warm hands on her cheeks. Her eyes weakly blinked open looking upwards, the sky was more longer a deep stary blue but a warm soft gold. Her eyes focusing, warm red and weeping silver met her weary stare.
"Hush little demon, your throat is still sore..."
She was pulled in by strong yet gentle arms, shakey lips meeting her head rubbing her cheeks.
"We all did." A deep voice graveled.
