✘ open fire.

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Thoughts

Hope snuck through her walls, the horrible nightmare it was.



For the first time in an immeasurable number of days, the demoness felt contentment radiating within her mutilated body. She had sated herself with the last wolf she had encountered and taken a liking to his taste. He would become a slave of sorts, for she knew from the moment they parted that he would be at her beck and call. Knowing that she could find relief from the fire raging inside her quelled her violence some, but it did not lessen her desires. Still she prowled the lands she had once known so well, searching for releases for her promiscuous wants and her needs to dominate.



The feeling of hope was a knife to her satiety, but she could not ignore it. Her eyes were fixated on the mound of darkness before her, half buried in the snow. The sound of its breathing among the silence had initially drawn her attention, but something else entirely kept it. The size and the thick black pelt had her thoughts instantly flying to the last connection she had truly shared and her eyes suddenly displayed an innocence that had been absent for many seasons. She crept closer, a silent shadow among the snows, until she stood with her nose just over his barely visible head. Her breathing was heavy and steady and the hot air was sure to tickle the brute's skin as she examined him, assessing whether there was any possibility he was her lost love.



The idea that Angeal could have returned sent chills down her spine and filled her with a number of emotions aside from hope. Anger and fear were two that stood out most. He had abandoned her when she had vanished, he had given up the hope that she so reluctantly still bore. How would she react if this were him? How would she punish him for leaving her, for making her into the wicked soul she was now?