PAIN, NO PAIN

N/A · 10-02-2013, 08:42 PM

Greedily, her gaze remained fixated upon her adversary?s dark countenance, eyes yearning to devour the faintest trace of despondency or bitterness that may manifest upon the brat?s feminine facial features in response to her brutal insult. Alas, the wench?s arrogant smirk went unwavering from her features even as she digested the cruel meaning behind the pallid hellion?s words, her sneer only elongating across her visage in defiance. The bitch was persistent ? Artemis would grant her that ? but just how low of a blow would the phantom need to conjure in order to cleanse Devya of her wry fa?ade? The viper was certain her previous comment had the potential to penetrate the wall of apathy buffering the stubborn canine?s features from portraying her true emotions, but apparently the bitch was difficult to crack. If the Elysius babe intended upon fracturing her adversary?s durable barriers, surely she?d need to strike with more force ? to insult that of which she held dearest to her: their father.

The smirk that had remained stagnant upon her own porcelain features dissipated as the sable brat retorted pointedly, daring to brand her with a moniker of feigned affection and ironically mentioning the goliath that sired them both ? her by blood and the other through adoption. Her stance grew rigid as the thought of Seraphim drifted through her mind, so taboo in regard to her mother who had embellished his existence with a negative connotation, forbidding her interaction with the male whose blood coursed through her very veins. A singular brow quirked upon her forehead as she pondered momentarily, uncertain as to whether or not Devya?s assumption was correct, or even if it would remain as such. ?For now,? the pallid fiend suggested, mismatched gaze reuniting with the verdant of the other adolescent?s, emotion drained from her velveteen lips but a maleficent gleam dancing across her eyes, hinting to the fire that raged upon her interior. ?My mother, she will kill that oaf.? The information that spewed from her unhinged jaws was stated with resolute confidence despite the fact that she was attempting to pry at the other girl, the solemnity of her tones only promoting the idea of Seraphim?s untimely death. Allowing the statement a moment to sink in, the babe tore her pupils away from Devya?s developed form, staring off into the depths of the forest as she attempted to accept the terms that had vacated her own mouth, indifferent to the concept of losing her father. ?And then, we will dance in his blood,? she spoke with an eerie placidness, metallic and amethyst eyes trailing sluggishly back to the other?s. ?And then there?ll be no one to save you from us.?

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