Slaughter of the Stars
TW: Violence, etto, Oneself.
Hunt and Kill: The two thoughts racing through the ginger's head as she moved like a feral beast.
Hunt, kill, hurt, annihilated, consume; those are what her goals are, when she catches them.
They had the audacity to hurt not only this version of --rtin, but also Oneself?!
They stepped into etto's parlor the moment they laid their eyes on her, and she's going to give them a contract to stay in her parlor.
And their blood will do fine to finalise the contract.
The first to go was a thin man in the mask of hands, and who's blood was fruity to etto, despite his rotten ideals.
It wasn't too long that the next few fell, and by the time she was done, she was left to snake her way back to the Suitcase. And back to her...
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She looked expectantly at Oneself, who didn't look at her right where etto was, and instead directly forwards, to where the rain hit the lobby's windows, and drinking slowly from a glass.
After a moment, she sighed. "I am not going to call you a 'good girl', etto, that killing spree was shit."
etto made a sound at the back of her throat, akin to that of a dog who had just been hurt, either physically or emotionally, by its owner. In this case, it would not be a very large jump in logic to say that Oneself was etto's commander, but even then, she was a caring one.
Oneself sighed again, and looked at etto. "etto, I am not mad at you. It is just that, as much as the Manus aren't exactly the most pleasant, even that I can admit... killing them quickly will wield no results. They will just appear again, like the head of a Hydra."
etto nodded glumlat that. "...wanted to... impress. you."
Oneself nodded, a small smile appearing on her face. "etto, please, don't worry about impressing me. Okay?"
After a moment, she then added on, albeit after a glance to the left of her. "...Do you want a hug, perchance?"
etto didn't verbally reply, and instead launched herself into Oneself’s body, hugging her and placing her head into the crook of Oneself’s neck.
They were the ringleader, and etto was glad to be a part of the show... and times like these, are ones she desires.
She doesn't remember her name. But she does remember Oneself. And that is all that matters to her:
She, Oneself, and nothing more, and nothing less.
