♡ Episode IIII ♡ -- Dream
[ Well past midnight in the muddy, sloshing courtyard of an immense, dark castle, a lone, solemn girl stands under the torrential downpour of a-- ]
--HOLD IT! What's up with this brooding prose bullcrap? I'm putting my foot down before it starts to get any more purple! I think I'm going to be sick. Where the Hell am I, anyway?
And be concise about it.
[ A noticeably masculine voice speaks to her, but no figure is nearby, male or otherwise. ]
It's fine to be angry, but try not to hate. What you had was--
--Why is everything all wavy and fuzzy?
--love and though that is something that has been hidden away from demons for a long time, it is not something we are devoid of. For the sake of the one you lost, do not give up. You have what it takes within you to become strong and beautiful, regardless of what some may say.
Oh. Oh. I'm not sure who did this or where I'm supposed to be, but did you really think I'd not recognize a dream sequence? Seriously, look how cliché this is! Taking my shittiest memory and screwing it all up?! Oh, yeah, I sure wouldn't have caught onto that.
[ Etna notices a mound before her--had that been there this entire time? She is not sure. Regardless, she clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white. This is where she buried-- ]
Aww, look at the scrawny little baby. Still crying? This is why you're such a shitty little demon. If you're not strong enough, you die, and your little buddy died because you weren't strong. You ugly little spit!
[ Just as the voice and the mound had appeared from nowhere, a half dozen hulking, hideous demons appear behind Etna. They are all monstrous and come in different shapes. They are several times larger than they should be--they appear how the young, tiny Etna remember them. Just as she had done that time with this had first happened, Etna is gripped by despair and terro-- ]
SCREW THAT NOISE!!
[ Or.
Or the accumulated rage of one thousand and four hundred years overwhelms the memory from her childhood and she proceeds to beat them all into bloody, mushy piles. Granted, due to this being a screwed up dream, the demons still manage to tease her and laugh at her even as she punches them through the castle walls and breaks house-sized boulders with their faces, but this is certainly not how the real event had gone down those centuries ago.
She had fantasized about it going this way for a long, long time, however, so perhaps this is more if a dream of what 'should have' happened instead of 'what had' happened. ]
YEAH, WHO'S UGLY AND WEAK NOW, YOU ASSHOLES?!
--HOLD IT! What's up with this brooding prose bullcrap? I'm putting my foot down before it starts to get any more purple! I think I'm going to be sick. Where the Hell am I, anyway?
And be concise about it.
[ A noticeably masculine voice speaks to her, but no figure is nearby, male or otherwise. ]
It's fine to be angry, but try not to hate. What you had was--
--Why is everything all wavy and fuzzy?
--love and though that is something that has been hidden away from demons for a long time, it is not something we are devoid of. For the sake of the one you lost, do not give up. You have what it takes within you to become strong and beautiful, regardless of what some may say.
Oh. Oh. I'm not sure who did this or where I'm supposed to be, but did you really think I'd not recognize a dream sequence? Seriously, look how cliché this is! Taking my shittiest memory and screwing it all up?! Oh, yeah, I sure wouldn't have caught onto that.
[ Etna notices a mound before her--had that been there this entire time? She is not sure. Regardless, she clenches her fists, her knuckles turning white. This is where she buried-- ]
Aww, look at the scrawny little baby. Still crying? This is why you're such a shitty little demon. If you're not strong enough, you die, and your little buddy died because you weren't strong. You ugly little spit!
[ Just as the voice and the mound had appeared from nowhere, a half dozen hulking, hideous demons appear behind Etna. They are all monstrous and come in different shapes. They are several times larger than they should be--they appear how the young, tiny Etna remember them. Just as she had done that time with this had first happened, Etna is gripped by despair and terro-- ]
SCREW THAT NOISE!!
[ Or.
Or the accumulated rage of one thousand and four hundred years overwhelms the memory from her childhood and she proceeds to beat them all into bloody, mushy piles. Granted, due to this being a screwed up dream, the demons still manage to tease her and laugh at her even as she punches them through the castle walls and breaks house-sized boulders with their faces, but this is certainly not how the real event had gone down those centuries ago.
She had fantasized about it going this way for a long, long time, however, so perhaps this is more if a dream of what 'should have' happened instead of 'what had' happened. ]
YEAH, WHO'S UGLY AND WEAK NOW, YOU ASSHOLES?!