Eclipse
(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 in black and white, ignorance may have led to destruction but her blindness let in the devil.
Angie. Angela. Her daughter. Her *daughter*. Her daughter trapped in one of Ishamael's cruel mind games and how could she have not seen the signs, how could she have ignored what was happening, not seen the fear in her eyes, the tenseness in her body, the distance that she didn't notice...blood and cuts have nothing over that.
Her family. Her friends. Exposed to danger because of her carelessness, her blind trust, her selfishness and she can feel the darkness, the evil as part of herself, not other, but same.
Asmodean had to hold her feet, his touch like a feather, her body numb to sensation, hadn't even felt the gashes, wounds that should have made her whimper.
No slipper for this princess. Inevitable future rising up in front of her. Why kill herself when she's already been sacrificed? Used. Abused. Manipulated. Flattered with flattery and the idea that she could be more, but she never thought about how everything has a price. Once she rescues her friends, sees them go back to a life that is far from her now, she'll be his slave. And she'll live, because it's the worst punishment she can think of, and she'll answer to a new name because she's no longer able to think of her old one. And everything will fade. All memories will slip into legend and then even those will be forgotten.
(All you create
All you destroy)
So many people hurt and killed for her - died for her - raped, tortured, burned...
That servant's face, barely older than a boy, as he realized his fate. Her murder. Them or her. Always, them or her.
Kimberly Bauer, so trusting, so naive, never seeing the danger behind the smile, the rough hand behind the comforting words, led into danger and leading others with her.
'I don't want to feel anymore'
(All that is now
All that is gone)
And she pushes her memories behind barriers, forces her personality away. The chill through her body is welcome.
She's slipped away and doesn't want anyone to find her.
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 in black and white, ignorance may have led to destruction but her blindness let in the devil.
Angie. Angela. Her daughter. Her *daughter*. Her daughter trapped in one of Ishamael's cruel mind games and how could she have not seen the signs, how could she have ignored what was happening, not seen the fear in her eyes, the tenseness in her body, the distance that she didn't notice...blood and cuts have nothing over that.
Her family. Her friends. Exposed to danger because of her carelessness, her blind trust, her selfishness and she can feel the darkness, the evil as part of herself, not other, but same.
Asmodean had to hold her feet, his touch like a feather, her body numb to sensation, hadn't even felt the gashes, wounds that should have made her whimper.
No slipper for this princess. Inevitable future rising up in front of her. Why kill herself when she's already been sacrificed? Used. Abused. Manipulated. Flattered with flattery and the idea that she could be more, but she never thought about how everything has a price. Once she rescues her friends, sees them go back to a life that is far from her now, she'll be his slave. And she'll live, because it's the worst punishment she can think of, and she'll answer to a new name because she's no longer able to think of her old one. And everything will fade. All memories will slip into legend and then even those will be forgotten.
(All you create
All you destroy)
So many people hurt and killed for her - died for her - raped, tortured, burned...
That servant's face, barely older than a boy, as he realized his fate. Her murder. Them or her. Always, them or her.
Kimberly Bauer, so trusting, so naive, never seeing the danger behind the smile, the rough hand behind the comforting words, led into danger and leading others with her.
'I don't want to feel anymore'
(All that is now
All that is gone)
And she pushes her memories behind barriers, forces her personality away. The chill through her body is welcome.
She's slipped away and doesn't want anyone to find her.