& HOST.
“It’s not my fault,” Ava repeated, even though she knew that it was a useless effort.
“They took things from you, too, didn’t they?!”
Ava took a step forward, courageous if only for a moment, until Wrathia had to remind her of that hellish scene.
“That power… it killed people.”
I killed them– they deserved it, though, right?
“I’ve been searching for the book!” She really had been, desperately so. “I’ve looked all over this city…”
“Unfortunately, thanks to you I’m more than familiar with being powerless. For fifteen years. That much you should know.” Which isn’t a complete lie, were it not for the power’s absence she wouldn’t be so dependent on Ava.
Wrathia almost frowned when Ava’s newfound attitude died so quickly.
“Oh, they had it coming. Don’t worry about their unfortunate souls, dying is a better fate than being a tyrant’s prisoner.” She laughs, arms crossed over the chest.
And she grips the girl’s shirt, both hand bawling into fists and ruthlessly whisking her up by it.
“Regretting things now, are we? That is just like you... taking things for granted, like my powers. Ava, I don’t think you understand this, but I’m not inside your head anymore. And I’m very, very real.” her smile is menacing. “Without the book, you are useless to me, so it’s better you find it, and fast.”
Without a warning, she releases the girl.












