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[starofbethlehem]

Who: Azmaria Hendric and The Butcheress
When: after the completion of this
Where: Azmaria's room.

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[nazi_butcheress]

The Last few minutes was nearly a blur to her, she remembered a struggle with the Joker, and the cracking of bone as she broke his arm, but she was too slow. The deprivation of both blood and food made her weak and she was stabbed, dying. The Joker seemed to escaped when this little girl came out of nowhere, then there was only blackness, similar to when Rayne killed her. However, she had woken up to beautiful singing, it was coming from Azmaria. She was glowing and had wings, Bathory could have sworn Azmaria was an Angel or something. Could it be

[starofbethlehem]

In her blurry state of mind, Azmaria could have almost sworn she was in the presence of dear miss Satella; perhaps it was the voice; the German accent combine with the tender affections... Azmaria shook her head like a confused little kitten, in attempt to scatter the thoughts; thinking of miss Satella was always so sad...

"I'm alright, Miss Bathory," Azmaria said, putting on a brave smile to mask the weakness she felt; healing always drained her energy, leaving her weak for days at a time. "Y-you don't need to worry about me... I-I wasn't the one attacked, after all," she said, and suddenly her eyes looked glossy, as if she might cry. "I-I'm so sorry that you had to... go through that, Miss Bathory! I wish I had arrived sooner..." Azmaria's lower lip trembled as if she was trying not to cry. "A-are your wounds all healed, at least?"

[nazi_butcheress]

Bathory watched the girl, stroking her hair in a motherly way, pondering if this girl was a Angel, or if she even knew what she was. Bathory listened to her, as if she was truly concerned about the girl then noticed she looked about to cry, and gave her a hug, all the while fighting back her sick and twisted impulses, being this close to the girl gave her thoughts of killing her or introducing her to sex, but she would jeopardize the plan. No, she continued to hold her in a motherly way, stroking her hair

[starofbethlehem]

Azmaria sniffled, holding back a tiny sob as Bathory hugged her. The girl became stiff for a moment, almost seeming reluctant, before crumpling into Bathory's embrace. She took a shaky breath, winding her small arms around Bathory's shoulders, and hiding her face against the woman's collarbone