lamenting over her actions, she crouches down to the ground– holding her head as she quietly chastised herself. mimi was never adverse to violence, but she tried to make it the last thing she fell back on. however, more and more…. it was becoming difficult to keep such impulses at bay.
mimi’s existence was wrath after all, her existence was violence.
“fucking shit…” she repeated quietly again and again, fussing over what to do next. another body. would the police come ask questions again? the first few casualties weren’t her doing but this having been done all of her own accord….
all thoughts going through her mind come to a halt as she hears his voice, eyes going wide in horror. she’d sliced his throat open, hadn’t she? he’d stopped breathing. then… “h–…..how?”
mimi immediately fell back from the shock, dragging herself away from ven as he rose– a sense of dread running down her entire body. what the hell was he? what did he mean by that?
the distance between them closes as his fingers meet with the fabric of her shirt, mimi herself still too stunned to properly react.
ven was right of course. mimi could no longer feel, her empathy had long since been ripped away from her.
i wanted to be a good person so badly. so why.. why does this keep happening to me?
she was terrified. but beneath that terror…. there was a persistence to keep on living. the world could send all kinds of obstacles her way but she wasn’t going down without a fight. even if it was against something otherworldly or even something sent from hell itself.
“…… i…. won’t let you. even if it means…. killing you again and again. i’ll kill you a thousand times or even a million. i don’t care of you’re a demon or even the devil himself. bring my head anywhere your mouth and i’ll gouge your eyes right out.”
the hound throws his head back, laughter spilling forth in broken octaves - like barbed wire and broken glass, all sharp teeth and eager glances. “ you? ” he leans forward, head tilted in mock questioning, “ you can’t kill me in any way that matters. ” no matter the method or frequency, one thing was always certain: he would come back. always, a curse, ramshackled and holding nothing sacred. no pain she could put upon him would be strong enough to eclipse that simple fact.
“ you’re welcome to try, of course, ” vendetta leans closer, teeth snapping shut in a blatant attempt to unnerve her - to watch her squirm, “ gonna kill me a million times, are ya? better get started then. ”
