made for ruin

premise

"Remember the time. Wrench this moment into your skull so that you may never forget- never forget the injustice, hatred, sorrow, putrefaction. Understand that this very moment has been cultivated perhaps through a sequence of actions, and has been lost. Note down the number on the clock and force yourself to remember."

They come and go in many fashions, gaits, and stories; truth has stumbled over a staircase and cannot rise. Partly since hell and then some has been unleashed on Kismet, the once beautiful city by the forest, where laughter and joy failed to dissolve. The unseen. Maybe absolute terror can be the word used to describe the horror and pain but then again why would we know.

Massacres went and came, I lived. Maybe because no one cares about an orphan girl crouching in thick bristles, or they simply didn't want to waste time. Wren took me in, a wealthy crime lady, you see the unseen need, someone, to do their bidding, Kismet is merely one of the thousands of towns, countries, and continents it has put to shackles. The best law is fear and thus.

The pain was part of me so enriched I couldn't help myself, neither could the world, never apparent what was missing, so a void created in the form of agony. Contributing to my profession one could say. Being a slayer is hard, not when you're the best in the world in I suppose.