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She was singing, walking down the street, just following some souls, souls that were walking to pick up a new guest. Nith didn't opposed to the strange destinies of life, but seeing that stranger being beaten so brutally, she, having emerged from one of her worst facets, felt that little human side inside her screaming 'help him'.
"Stop!"
She growled, her red eyes, her expression, clearly sentencing the person standing there as guilty. She thought for a moment to activate her magic, that court of souls that judged living beings, but she did not.
"... Pardon?"
Listen to his story? A rose appeared in front of her eyes, the red-haired girl jumped back and looked at him curiously.
"...How... why do you assume that? We are not the same-"
Her tongue stopped from finishing that sentence. We are not the same? But, she too had been sentenced without others hearing her side of the story, and in truth, she too had killed people before. The grimace on her face was no longer one of criticism, but frustration and acceptance.
"... Tell your side of the story, depending on it... I'll see if it's right to let you kill him or not."
And yes, she sang, but she wouldn't go admitting it in front of a suspected psychopath.
𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐶𝑂𝑈𝑅𝐼𝐸𝑅 𝐾𝑁𝐸𝑊 𝐴𝐿𝐿 𝑇𝑂𝑂 𝑊𝐸𝐿𝐿 𝑊𝐻𝐸𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸’𝐷 𝑆𝑇𝑈𝑀𝐵𝐿𝐸𝐷 𝑂𝑁 𝐴 𝑀𝑈𝑅𝐷𝐸𝑅𝐸𝑅. An unmistakable hunger that gnawed at the air, a dread that rose the hairs on the back of the neck. Like being surrounded by a pack of coyotes in middle of the desert night. A guest that would terrify others into shrinking away into pleading prayers . . . . Well, most others. Save for the courier.
❛ 𝐵𝐸𝑆𝑇 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃 𝑀𝑂𝑉𝐼𝑁’ 𝑆𝑇𝑅𝐴𝑁𝐺𝐸𝑅. Ain’t no shy quarry for you here. ❜
