She twirled in place, surveying her prey. All stacked up. Sneaky, but slow as a group to fire.
She sharpened her blades against each other, sending a few sparks into one of the goons’ face.
This was gonna be fun.
She slashed her way out of the endless crowd. Her movement agile, every blow struck with grace and finesse.
Her trusty knives cut through many veins, blood pouring out of them like an endless river’s merry song, gushing and splattering everywhere.
The blood from her victims covering her from head to toe, her skills were staying true to her name. She bathed in them, she glowed as the red liquid poured out from the hapless people’s body and onto her. She was a goddess that showed no mercy to those who angered her. Every orifice, every part of her body bathed in the red sacrifice of those puny humans.
They’d angered her, the cascade of bodies lying at her feet had got it coming for them. That much she knew, she neither cared nor wanted a reason to kill those miserable excuse of human beings. She did not need any excuse to make scums like those suffer.
She did what she pleased. It was in her very nature to do so, this, this exhilarating feeling, to her was the elixir, the very nectar she lived for.
This was the moment she rejoiced the most, blood dripping from her body, the blood of the countless she’d slayed obeying her every whim.
This was her true calling.
She was intoxicated by it all. In this moment of excitement, she cared for nothing but the ruthless execution of the people in front of her. She needed to feed the monster within her, she needed to kill and kill she did. In this erratic moment, she was calmer than she ever would be, the multitude of faces slowly turning to a single one inside her mind.
She was unpredictable in her actions. She danced bathed in the blood of her enemies, her knives were her props, the zombie-like corpses mere moment from death were her stage. She looked like a dangerous monster, her predator-like actions and her supernatural speed made her a formidable enemy, even when she was outnumbered by so many.
She struck without wasting a single second and without missing a single artillery. The blood-drenched demon moving towards her prey looked most inhuman. But in the fieriness of her eyes, there was something more human than anyone had ever seen of her. The anger visibly pulsating from her body, the rage evident in her face, she looked like a blood-thirsty demon. This was the moment when she was the most powerful yet the most vulnerable. She was a monster yet she was human.
She smiled as she pierced the heart of the last man standing, ignoring the cries and the tears that poured forth. Her smile was terrible, it was bloodthirsty, it was evil, it was beautiful.
She smiled and then visibly relaxed, for she’d fought, she’d won. She grinned for she’d struck every last one of the monsters down. Her grin grew as the calmness disappeared. She laughed for she truly was happy. The legion of bodies at her feet was sending her to an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
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