Zaravala Nightcaller

Bloodied Fists and Painted Lips

The pounding of fists against ground was far less satisfying than it would be against his skin, the rain pouring down, splashing against the dirt and what bare flesh peeked around leather upon her frame. Crimson locks hung heavily toward the soil as she fruitlessly beat the wet surface, her masked face a barrier to the world. Hands a knees, a position ill suited for the demon hunter, whose usually strict and proud stance now crumpled beneath her in the mess of rainwashed terrain.

Face the skies, worthless monster. Her memories echoed through her head and she obeyed, turning the open maw of her mask to the heavens, a place she knew she would never grace.

"What the fuck do you want from me!?" her voice echoed within her cover but rang out into the damp night air. Carefully sitting up she slid her mud caked hands along her thighs, as she continued to gaze upward.

A disgrace.

Abomination.

Unworthy the love you so desperately seek.

You could have been so much more, something worth looking at and yet you come to ME asking for some form of forgiveness unfitting of the monster you have become.

"Get out," came the low snarl from within, "you are no less an abomination than I am, you who thinks so fucking highly of himself." Hands moved to undo her cover, the metal fel infused mask rolled across the ground, her hands unwilling to even catch it. 

The mind is a powerful thing, recreating images from memory as one loses themselves in madness, there he stood before her, tall, judgmental, her own blood dripping from his hands, blurring lines of who the real monster was.

Sightless eyes dissolved raindrops as they impacted with the fel flames, sightless, tear less, empty. Sharp pain in her back as though it was more than a memory, perhaps as if, even now she could feel the blade slicing through her demon tainted flesh.

A loud scream ripped from her throat and she fell, face down upon the sodden ground, curled there, dry sobs into the night air.

You've chosen to die as a monster....You are no sister of mine.

Mention: @Dizaraksanar

(Note these are memories tormenting her even now, this is not public information.)