#murderer meme

     A concept often missed in gods in worship is that there's always someone who wants to take his place.

     The fact that the conquerer, is she means little to nothing.

     Winds scream as the Void opens around Miranda, and her fingers clench. A sudden surge of anger flows through her as nostrils flare and teeth clench into a hardened sneer.

     It's been some time.

     It's Daud. The man trained her to master certain powers, but how he whispered in her ears of nothing but hatred towards the god. Through bruises and split skin, spit teeth, he's taught her a lesson. One that she'd find eventually, and she'll want to make that bastard pay.

     Black-eyed bastard, he kept spitting in words of venom. Nothing more than that. He saw this coming.

     And everything has its price.

     Miranda's seen the runes. Seen the charms and shrines and the things that people do to get his attention. Worship cults, carve people into runes, smell the rot that soils under her feet. All this for a glance of a god their way. And the charms, what they do to others.

How his mark on her skin means nothing more than a curse on her life. And he didn't bother to say.

     There's no introduction when he appears, just a wisp of black and he arrives. Not that she would hear, because Miranda's feet compel her to move. Of course he notices the knife in her hands.

     She grabs him by the hair and slices.

     The blade drags a jagged line across the Outsider's throat, rewards Miranda with a stream of blood that flows from his neck. Thick and oily, causes the knife to slip and fall to the ground.

     No matter.

     A swift swing of the wrist, and the Outsider tumbles onto stone, and Miranda prowls after. How she wastes no time to prod thin fingers into his gaping wound and feel muscle squelch in thick wet noise. Miranda, dear Miranda takes her time to pull him open and see inside the bastard that branded her useful.

     The Outsider makes no noise, no gurgles and chokes. Only a hum leaves his lips as he watches, fascinated as Miranda tears him apart.

     Not that gods can ever die.

     There's a glow of violet light before more luminescence rips from his being and seeps through his pours. Oh, she uses warp and destroys him from the molecular level. Let her have her fun, and see what she does next.

     The knife comes down again and again, pierces sickly pale skin, rewards with oil that spills through her hands. Fingers find those eventually, tears him open just the same, and all he does is watch.

     Miranda's anger is particularly beautiful in streaks of violent color.

     Stabs, flowing, prodding, and eventually Miranda wears herself out. She's panting and sweating and looks down at the Outsider to see him smiling. He knows why she's done this, saw Daud whisper through her, and probably saw his face in the hardened lines that turn into a scowl.

     She crawls off him in a mess of blood and gore, spits, and begins to walk away. Doesn't look back as reality comes into view, colors dull and grey.