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cruxisa2012-10-17 07:29 pm
ninjainviolet) wrote in cruxisa2012-10-17 07:29 pm
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Walking through a Zombie Wonderland
The city of Paradisa was quiet, not a soul moving as a slow wind blew through its streets, sending leaves and other natural detritus to mingle with the stones and dust of the ruins that dotted the now ghost-like town. Here and there could be seen an angel or two, floating, faces impassive as both the world and debris passed them by.
Among the debris was one whose soul no longer mattered, whose silent screams and tears of rage against what she had become had been silenced, reduced to a mere acceptance of guilt for each throat slashed, every life taken. At first, there had been a smug hope as the mind and soul watched helplessly as the body was used in such a manner--the castle would bring them back in two weeks as good as new and able to escape the horror that had befallen this world. It was a hope short-lived as those faces marked indelibly upon her mind began appearing in Mithos' lifeless army of Angels, the bodies fitted with Crystals some time after death and before life.
After a time of seeing friends and city dwellers alike destroyed by her hand in such a manner, the soul and mind began to shut down; the spirit to fight dwindling until all that was left was her own guilt echoing in the recesses of her mind.
But, none of that mattered as the Angel Assassin Sheena silently moved through the ruined city, her wings barely fluttering as she glided along the wind in search of her prey--each slash of her kunai taking a piece of her soul as she dealt with those who opposed Mithos.
Among the debris was one whose soul no longer mattered, whose silent screams and tears of rage against what she had become had been silenced, reduced to a mere acceptance of guilt for each throat slashed, every life taken. At first, there had been a smug hope as the mind and soul watched helplessly as the body was used in such a manner--the castle would bring them back in two weeks as good as new and able to escape the horror that had befallen this world. It was a hope short-lived as those faces marked indelibly upon her mind began appearing in Mithos' lifeless army of Angels, the bodies fitted with Crystals some time after death and before life.
After a time of seeing friends and city dwellers alike destroyed by her hand in such a manner, the soul and mind began to shut down; the spirit to fight dwindling until all that was left was her own guilt echoing in the recesses of her mind.
But, none of that mattered as the Angel Assassin Sheena silently moved through the ruined city, her wings barely fluttering as she glided along the wind in search of her prey--each slash of her kunai taking a piece of her soul as she dealt with those who opposed Mithos.