Nacht du Blutengel : Prelude
I never said I’d lie and wait forever…
Nothing is left; they’ve taken all she has away. Julia, Roy- her only friend, her only family, gone and replaced with demons behind their once loving faces. Even now his eyes watch her with hatred, the numb creeping through her mind and body as her sobs rip the air.
If I’d known we’d be together now…
The faded alchemy array painted on the floor beneath her adds an almost romantic quality to the scene; Drachnian flourishes bordering on gothic flavor.
Deidre watches the girl with distaste, glancing aside at her newest creation. Then she heard a sound that chilled her to her sociopath bones.
I can’t always just forget her…
It sounded as though something was tearing inside the girl, Brenna’s crying transformed into a sorrowful, painful laugh. Sparks are beginning to dance over every surface in the lab, Deidre’s hair standing on end with the increase in static. Things are going sour, Deidre reaching down to her pocket for the cold metal of her gun.
But she could try…
She’s going to take them all with her in a suicidal electrocution of everything in the lab. Brenna’s eyes are blank, all emotion gone from their blue depths as the voltage begins to increase. Her thoughts void but for pure hatred and vengeance, everything is spinning downward, suddenly making it hard to breathe. She’s drowning in her own despair, praying for death and creating her own.
At the end of the world, you’re the last thing I see…
Final breaths, she takes them now, increasing the voltage and setting it free. Brenna hears the click of the trigger, the explosion of the bullet leaving the gun, and then again.
You are never coming home, never coming home…
Twice the metal crunches through her skull, Brenna falls back silently as every bit of transmutated electricity disappears. Not dead yet, no mercy for sinners. The red boots come closer across the steel floor, stopping at the edge of the pooling blood near Brenna’s head. The same color, the same hue of death, as Deidre kneels down beside her, one hand touching the floor as the array activates.
Pretty as death, the alchemist mused silently, stepping back to continue her forbidden art out of harm’s way. The tendrils of dried blood seem to gain new life, drawing in the fresh liquid of Brenna’s soul from the floor. Entangling itself about the girl’s body, the tendrils crawl about her, wrapping human limbs in stranglehold, destroying the flesh and reconstructing to perfection of pale skin.
Why should I? And all the things that you never ever told me…
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me…
Pain seeping through every part of her body, the sound of her own tearing flesh and the squelch of bloody tendrils in her ears as they devour her hear and soul through her veins. Letting it all fall away at last, everything is gone as unadulterated, torturous pain washes over her.
Ever get the feeling that you’re never
All alone…
Deidre smiles slightly as the room disappears in red light, retreating to dark red smoke shielding the transmutation circle from view. The process is simple enough. She sacrificed the girl’s still-clinging soul rather than something of her own, the same technique of alchemy she had used on Blasphemy, and more recently Saitus. No loss for her, of course, and that was Deidre’s ace.
And I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms…
Brenna feels suddenly cold, finding herself before a massive, skull-adorned gateway, the doors opening to accept her. Something emerges before her, blood red hair and dark purple eyes sizing her up silently before a deadly smirk crosses its almost featureless face. Then it’s gone, leaving behind open doors that almost seem to be welcoming Brenna home. A figure forms, holding out one hand with that god damned cocky self-assured smile on his face, and as she reaches out to embrace him for the first and final time, tears run down her cheeks, the final breath leaving her mortal envelope as the gate closes behind them.
She dies…
She dies…
Nothing is left; they’ve taken all she has away. Julia, Roy- her only friend, her only family, gone and replaced with demons behind their once loving faces. Even now his eyes watch her with hatred, the numb creeping through her mind and body as her sobs rip the air.
If I’d known we’d be together now…
The faded alchemy array painted on the floor beneath her adds an almost romantic quality to the scene; Drachnian flourishes bordering on gothic flavor.
Deidre watches the girl with distaste, glancing aside at her newest creation. Then she heard a sound that chilled her to her sociopath bones.
I can’t always just forget her…
It sounded as though something was tearing inside the girl, Brenna’s crying transformed into a sorrowful, painful laugh. Sparks are beginning to dance over every surface in the lab, Deidre’s hair standing on end with the increase in static. Things are going sour, Deidre reaching down to her pocket for the cold metal of her gun.
But she could try…
She’s going to take them all with her in a suicidal electrocution of everything in the lab. Brenna’s eyes are blank, all emotion gone from their blue depths as the voltage begins to increase. Her thoughts void but for pure hatred and vengeance, everything is spinning downward, suddenly making it hard to breathe. She’s drowning in her own despair, praying for death and creating her own.
At the end of the world, you’re the last thing I see…
Final breaths, she takes them now, increasing the voltage and setting it free. Brenna hears the click of the trigger, the explosion of the bullet leaving the gun, and then again.
You are never coming home, never coming home…
Twice the metal crunches through her skull, Brenna falls back silently as every bit of transmutated electricity disappears. Not dead yet, no mercy for sinners. The red boots come closer across the steel floor, stopping at the edge of the pooling blood near Brenna’s head. The same color, the same hue of death, as Deidre kneels down beside her, one hand touching the floor as the array activates.
Pretty as death, the alchemist mused silently, stepping back to continue her forbidden art out of harm’s way. The tendrils of dried blood seem to gain new life, drawing in the fresh liquid of Brenna’s soul from the floor. Entangling itself about the girl’s body, the tendrils crawl about her, wrapping human limbs in stranglehold, destroying the flesh and reconstructing to perfection of pale skin.
Why should I? And all the things that you never ever told me…
And all the smiles that are ever gonna haunt me…
Pain seeping through every part of her body, the sound of her own tearing flesh and the squelch of bloody tendrils in her ears as they devour her hear and soul through her veins. Letting it all fall away at last, everything is gone as unadulterated, torturous pain washes over her.
Ever get the feeling that you’re never
All alone…
Deidre smiles slightly as the room disappears in red light, retreating to dark red smoke shielding the transmutation circle from view. The process is simple enough. She sacrificed the girl’s still-clinging soul rather than something of her own, the same technique of alchemy she had used on Blasphemy, and more recently Saitus. No loss for her, of course, and that was Deidre’s ace.
And I remember now
At the top of my lungs in my arms…
Brenna feels suddenly cold, finding herself before a massive, skull-adorned gateway, the doors opening to accept her. Something emerges before her, blood red hair and dark purple eyes sizing her up silently before a deadly smirk crosses its almost featureless face. Then it’s gone, leaving behind open doors that almost seem to be welcoming Brenna home. A figure forms, holding out one hand with that god damned cocky self-assured smile on his face, and as she reaches out to embrace him for the first and final time, tears run down her cheeks, the final breath leaving her mortal envelope as the gate closes behind them.
She dies…
She dies…