The smell of fire permeated the air with the light smell of pine and dirt. Screams echoed off the nearby charred trunks as it seemed that chaos itself had manifested within this forest. Within the midst of this hell was a small village, or at least what was left of it. Fire flicked along the chunks of wood that use to make up the homes here. The smell of burning flesh was overbearing, so sickening it would make any normal person wretch. Among the charred corpses, smoke and flame was a small girl covered in blood and charred clothing. She was hunched over sobbing with dirt on her face. Sheer screams escaped her through all but causing blood to splatter from her mouth as well. Her small frame seemed malnourished and unhealthy but it was obvious she was clinging to life out of fear. To the right of her was the body of a child no bigger than her that looked to have their throat ripped out. The sound of people approaching brought no response to the girl as she seemed to be hysterical and unable to realize the peril she was in.
The footsteps drew closer, it was obviously that of a single person. The person didn’t speak once, they didn’t make any sudden movements, and more importantly, they waded through the wreckage with ease. Finally the figure stood behind the sobbing child for a moment, they were peering down, their face covered by a mask. Slowly they knelt and touched the girl. She spun around her hands in such an animalistic form as if she meant to swipe them. The moment her eyes met the figure her entire demeanor went from feral to childish. Her arms flung around the figure as she buried her face against them and sobbed. The whole scenery mattered none to her as she sobbed and clung to the figure as if her entire life depended on it.
A couple moments passed before the figure moved to lift the girl up and hold her to him as he walked away from the wreckage with little to no effort. It looked as if the girl was unconscious now, in the complete care of the figure holding her.
Hours had passed as the figure who was much easier to tell was a man now was sitting beside a bed with a less bloodied girl beside him. She was fast asleep while his mask seemed to face directly at the bed looking down at her. It was obvious he was observing her, only like he was concerned for her well being. After a little while had passed, she stirred, causing her to jump a bit to the new feeling of a bed and sheets. Her eyes widened in panic before her eyes rested on the man. Her demeanor relaxed immediately as she crawled over and leaned against him needing the comfort. She clung to him like a child, seeming scared and yet safe.
Silence passed as they seemed to stay against each other until the soft voice from the girl broke the silence. “They did.. Terrible things to me, Indra. It hurt so much.” she felt his hand begin to rub against her back causing her to snuggle against him. “Salem… he..” her voice shook as she seemed to have issues “cut into me, and put things into my skin.. It burned and then.. He hit me and threw me around if I didn’t respond to it well enough. He was so mad at me. “ She buried her face into his chest. “He just kept telling me I was the perfect subject and I needed more, I wasn’t right yet. If I screamed he’d just force me to drink something else he had made. I slept in a weird cell with chains binding me from running. My magic did nothing to it. I didn’t understand. Indra I was so scared” she clung to him tightly sobbing lightly for a moment or two.
Finally she had managed to calm back down before looking up at his mask. “I hear a voice sometimes, it’s female, her voice is like silk, tempting me to kill people. She.. tempted me to hurt myself, tried to take my body. I fought so hard, and then, she promised me freedom. I…I took it. I wanted to leave. I gave her control, I gave up control. I heard screaming, I smell flesh burning. I forced back control and.. And I found myself in that village, holding a boy to me, he gasped for air as he died, my hand… crushed his throat and his… shadow.. Soul… essence, I dont know what it was, I… drank it.” it was obvious she was shaken. Her fists crumpled his shirt as she took a handful. “I killed people Indra, I let the thing inside me… take control, and I killed that village. I killed that boy… I… I ate him.” she fell silent as she looked up at him desperate for some form of colsolence. His hand pressed on top of her head as he stroked her hair pulling her close. “Indra.. You don’t think I’m a monster… do you?”
His voice finally broke the silence, it was deep, smooth and every bit of comforting she could ask for. “You could never be a monster to me, Lady Rena.”