Re: The Despair Code
Posted: Fri May 15, 2020 6:22 am
It was never enough to put them down, lately. Nobody could be scared off anymore. They always stuck around and shrugged it off. The angel moved in a way that troubled the water greatly, because more of her was moving through it. Violet taking short, backwards, labored steps, across a still, shallow pond, troubled less of it.
Violet managed to take one more step back before her ankle gave out. She stumbled backwards and landed on the wound the crossbow bolt had left her. The nearest cage was a good few feet behind her. The angel was coming nearer.
Destiny was closing in. The karmic debt given form. No more running from it. No more illusions about someday managing to pay it off. It was here in the form of an angel, as she had once been. It was here in the form of a young, human girl, as she had never stopped being. It was here to rip her life from the naked threads of muscle that had been Violet's hands. Blood-lust curdled and bubbled in its rabid mouth-foam.
She held her knife out at full arm's reach. It cut through the dusking light like scissors through wrapping paper. Violet's debt, done up with a bow. Blood oozed from her forehead and ran down her face, thin red lines tracing the length from eyebrow to chin. The corners of her lips pulled back wide, exposing the yellowing in her teeth. On her tongue she bore the splintering pain of malediction.
"Next, you," Violet said without fear.
"You, next."
Violet managed to take one more step back before her ankle gave out. She stumbled backwards and landed on the wound the crossbow bolt had left her. The nearest cage was a good few feet behind her. The angel was coming nearer.
Destiny was closing in. The karmic debt given form. No more running from it. No more illusions about someday managing to pay it off. It was here in the form of an angel, as she had once been. It was here in the form of a young, human girl, as she had never stopped being. It was here to rip her life from the naked threads of muscle that had been Violet's hands. Blood-lust curdled and bubbled in its rabid mouth-foam.
She held her knife out at full arm's reach. It cut through the dusking light like scissors through wrapping paper. Violet's debt, done up with a bow. Blood oozed from her forehead and ran down her face, thin red lines tracing the length from eyebrow to chin. The corners of her lips pulled back wide, exposing the yellowing in her teeth. On her tongue she bore the splintering pain of malediction.
"Next, you," Violet said without fear.
"You, next."