After being healed and not eating for hours, Kim's mind might have been troubled, but she had no choice in whether or not she'd sleep.
Her dreams are destruction, death, ruin - blood staining her fingers, her teacher petting her hair, telling her that she's an excellent student. But no visitations.
A sharp pain wakes her, she breathes through it ( Read more... )

(All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.)Getting back in was easier than getting out, not a creature stirring and even bloody feet didn't betray their location. Back in room, less than a few hours had passed, but life forever altered. Not the same person she was then, not the same person she was before she saw the name ( Read more... )

Her eyes snap open, hoping that she'll see her bedroom at home, that this was all a horrible dream. But the tingling burn on her lower back tells her that this nightmare is real.
The ground is soft, no, the couch. She's been moved, which makes her sit up, realizing that she's also wearing something she's never seen before - a dead woman's dress ( Read more... )

As they step into the Gate, it's still light enough to see the still clean boots in front of her. The slippers on her feet have become caked in mud and the hem of the dress is just a little too long. Asmodean has a shield over himself from the rain, but she hadn't thought that far ahead. Her dress is no match for the elements, and linked as she ( Read more... )

Linked to Asmodean, Kim can feel that he's afraid, but more than that, an underlying anger and deep hatred. The force of his rage surprises her, bleeds into her, reminding her of all those late nights and thoughts that has she suppressed of violent revenge. And under that, almost hidden, a connection to her almost-sister, and from that all she ( Read more... )