The shaft of the it flew unto the air as too.. the blood and lust of its own.

Howling cries as the beast incision messily its torso, innards bathing her beautifully.

How can she look still heavenly an angel when bathed with blood of devil's?

Agony's screams died as her beast falter. It is done...

for now.


Footsteps about tens echoed through the room, as when her beast growled.

Time's up.

Ran towards the bloody edge she leap, flip the air, legs point straight she reaps, eyes' of men glints as she slit the heads of three.

Though one stood stiff, pupils constrict. His light, joy... his world. Bathed with blood, heavenly still.

Cannot be wronged she is her.

That hair silky void of black, skin porcelain glass', lips... soft and red clear as day;

her eyes... similar to the sun as it rise, though why. Why it is dim and dull as its bright? What happened to her.

"Freyja." he whispered.

Eyes quickly shift yet avert. In hell, who knows her name?! But time isn't with her, she knows. She'll be back before the one who knew.

Quickly, she bolted towards the door under the moon, greeted with breeze, as cold as her orbs.

© vitor