He was her first one.
She thought she would feel some kind of human sympathy for him; she should look at her hands and feel some sort of guilt or regret. The scream he had carved into her ears should hurt...
She always knew she was special but this... this was unreal! She actually laughed! The breeze carried the pleasant stench as the ocean sloshed against his body. Shivers of radiant joy positivity pulsed from her pores. The red liquid seeping into the sands, the breeze carrying the pleasant stench as the ocean sloshed against his body. Shouts and flashlights interrupted her and she was gone. She fled towards the harbour, leaving him far behind.
Terror would be the last face the world ever saw of Bruno Al'har that night.
He was her first. Her first of many.
And she relished in it.
Chain notes: I'm cutting this chapter short to say that it doesn't get much lighter than this, in fact it might be more gory. So if you don't like the story so far, it's probably best to stop reading now.
In case you're wondering; my mental state is fine. *cackles manically*
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