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Gabriel was gone, and the usual fury in her heart had turned into wild fire eating away all that there was. But it was all well, and she would live on to grasp her own destiny. There had always been some madness within the bitch, but she had never seemed to dare embrace it. The choice had been surprisingly simple and left her fingers terribly burned, but she couldn’t continue in the role of a victim. And her one true leader had abandoned her and the clan alike; branded himself a traitor in her eyes and turned his back to everything she loved. The pain was fierce and vivid as every emotion that was to soar through her, but the time had come for her to accept the horrors of the world and become one with them. Ezekiel’s grasp on her chain was not secure, and if she felt the need to, she would stray. The Inferni she had loved was no longer.
A wicked girl lived just next door in the mansion she still called home after more than two years, and against her own will, Halo had starting to take a strange liking to the girl and her fucked up ways. A creamy hand stroke her own, flat belly and the possibility of evil spirits gathered there wasn’t at all as terrifying as it should be. Was everything much easier because she had reached the conclusion that she was beyond salvation? Could the children of her womb even be born with intact souls? Itachi had never owned such a thing—he had been a monster from the start, and perhaps his siblings would be too. Everything was possible in this wicked family.
With the sword resting against her muscular back, she stepped out into the open and breathed in the sweet air seasoned with only an echo of salt from distant shores. But Halo would not turn to the ocean today. Instead she moved south and let her feet bring her to the borders and their beautiful skulls.
The scent was present today as well, and it pleased the wicked woman. A criminal by choice, and he would be struck down by her false righteousness. Not because she had to, but because she desired to. But these cowards were quick to turn and flee whenever a clan member appeared to their senses, and that wouldn’t do. The warrior woman idly wondered if smaller bait would be able to draw a wolf in. These lands didn’t hold a lot of true malevolent individuals anymore, but curiosity could be a dangerous thing as well.
Your faith walks on broken glass