"I'm not the enemy here. But this makes me wonder who the real one is for you."
Hell. To see another place burned to the ground, another town of innocents ruined for nothing more than the sake of carnage. Sheād gorged herself on enough flame and soot to know whoever did this was in it for the thrill, the massacres to come were for nothing more than fun. It reminded her of them, those fucking Romans. He was right, he wasnāt her enemy. Still, he shouldnāt ask her such questions if he didnāt want an honest answer. āRome!!ā She was already screaming at the top of her lungs, sword drawn and plunged into the ground as she turned to wholely face him.Ā
āMy truest enemy will always be Rome! Everything that has so much as touched the Roman empire gives me a longing for blood unmatched by any Berserker!ā Her hands were already trembling, she looked too much like an addict thatād been without her fix for weeks. That big sister faƧade was always destined to crash, but never did she expect it to end like this. āEvery day⦠I am faced with something from Rome, something born of Rome or merged into it, its enough to drive one to madness! But I bite my tongue! I drown in my own blood for the sake of historyās entirety. But one day I will drown no more. When this calamity ends, my final actions back on this earth will be to wrap my hands around all of their necks! I want to see the light leave the eyes of them all!"Ā
A beast. As is she was little more than a bloodthirsty animal snarling and growling at something it cannot call prey. She just needed time. Time to recover from this backlash, time to put herself back together after the crashing realization that what she felt as she entered this hell was not terror, but longing. She wanted to dine on fire and carnage again, she wanted to enjoy a second end to Rome by her own hands. May God grant a stronger will, because simple strength would do no one good if she finally snapped.














