Content Warning: Graphic Gore and violence ahead!
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Daniel began to move, heading towards the door, his hand reaching out for the knob before her fist shattered his forearm causing his knife to fall to the ground, a loud CRACK echoing through the room. Her eyes glowed with blood lust, and she began to laugh, savoring his screams.
Her right hand gripped that thin forearm. It was less structure almost gelatinous now in its movements, the skin turning dark red and purple from the damage. Her left hand gripped his neck, the hot metal digging into his skin, searing the flesh as she held him tight, "You made a terrible error. Using MY name for a little flower shop heist? You're a fucking moron."
He tried to claw at that arm, gasping for air, drool, snot, and tears mixing together as agony and terror gripped his heart, squeezing it.
"Honestly, I really don't give two shits about that. If you only did that, I would've just had you executed." Her voice was low and deep, a snarl in her throat as she gave him a twisted grin, "I wouldn't have bothered wasting my time to come to some shit ass dump, waiting on some broken piece of a shit couch for some worthless shit mouse like you."
Her eyes slowly narrowed into slits and her grin vanishing. Her face turned grim, her jaw set as darkness covered her eyes, "But you touched something of mine. You hurt him…" Her voice softened into a hiss, "M-maybe even left a scar on his beautiful face…How could you?"
He tried to speak, his hand desperately fighting her metal grip for life, "Do n't...kill…"
Her glare into his eyes was devoid of any semblance of mercy or sanity. She roared, her grip tightening, cutting off all air, her right fist letting go of his arm to pound against his stomach, over and over, and over again, "HOW COULD YOU?! YOU PIECE OF SHIT! HE IS MINE! HE! IS! MINE!"
Daniels' hand fell limp as all he could do was cough up vomit, gore, and blood. His lips turned blue, his neck a near black in color as she tore his short life away from him.
She didn't even notice, still punching until blood and guts covered her fist, her rage all-consuming, "Die! DIE! YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT! JUST DIE!" She growled, beginning to punch the wall now through the hole she caused in him.
She finally pulled back, watching that corpse fall onto the ground with a thud. She took slow deep breaths, kicking it to see if there was any life left.
It was over before it even began.
How unsatisfying.
She gave a deep sigh, not even turning her head before her right hand lifted up to stop a fist coming towards her face. Her nails dug into the skin as she gripped it, turning to look into the face of a larger man. She gave a little smirk, seeing the pain in that remaining brown eye of his, "You must be Eric, the fat rat to this little mouse."
"The fuck did you to Danny?!" The larger man tried to pull his hand away, but with each jerk, her nails dug in deeper, piercing his flesh. He howled in agony, his other lifting up to punch her away.
She quickly dodged it before she turned to swing her arm and his body against the wall. He grunted from the impact, feeling the wall crack under his weight and her strength. His eye widened in shock, panic, and terror taking hold of him now. When he was back onto the floor, he moved to crawl away, the sudden need to run overtaking any other thought.
It was too late.
Her boot lifted up and slammed down onto his leg, shattering it like glass. He screamed as the pain overwhelmed him. "BITCH! YOU CRAZY BITCH!"
"Shut up." She hissed out, her metal hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck, lifting his head up and back. She blinked, seeing the gauze patch over his eye, "…That looks fresh." She tilted her head in interest, her right hand moving to remove the medical gauze, studying that wound with her red eyes. There was a hole there, a freshly carved hole where an eye should have been, blood and pus seeping out of the uncovered flesh. "Who did this to you?"
Eric was sobbing shaking, his lips blubbering as drool and snot ran down his chin.
She growled, slamming his face to the ground before lifting it back up by his neck, "Who. Did. This?"
He gasped, his nose broken, blood gushing from the misshapen nostrils, "S-s-some pretty boy! He fucking took my eye! Just like you broke my leg, you crazy whore!"
Her eyes widened in surprise, her lips curling into a smile, "…Did he have blue eyes?"
Eric gasped, his fist hitting the ground, "I-I don't-"
"ANSWER ME!"
"YES! THE ASSHOLE HAD BLUE EYES! Fuck bitch, don't kill me…" He broke down, his body trembling as the end of his mortality was looming over him.
Her angel… Wasn't an angel at all.
He was a demon; a beautiful demon with ivory plastic feathers, a facade to hide pure ebony underneath.
He was trying to live in the light.
He needed to be in darkness.
With her.
Her smile was full now, a low giggle escaping from her mouth, "I didn't realize he could do this. My beautiful Tristan…" She let go of Erics' neck, standing up to release a low and pleasing groan, her eyes sparkling with delight and hope, "He's perfect. My Tristan is perfect. He will be mine, part of my family! He can complete my family!"
She looked back down at Eric, watching him slowly trying to crawl away, seeing him twitch as each little bump of the floor hit his leg. She chuckled, her mood brighter, skipping forward a few steps before lifting her boot, and stomping on his other leg.
Another sickening crack with a scream erupted through the room.
Her smile reached her sparkling red eyes, her face twisted into a mask of vicious glee, "Oh no. I'm not done with you yet. You're coming home. I need to make sure I have a welcoming gift for him."
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