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Jan. 5th, 2019 10:05 am
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beyondtherift. The other poor souls are NPCs. WARNING for violence and death.]
“I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”
Paz Mendoza likes to make an entrance.
It’s a thrill that’s come to her slowly in her old age. At first, it was just the thrill of the kill itself, the rush of watching the life drain from someone’s body at your hand. When you kill as often as she has, however, that kind of thrill will only get you by for so long. Soon she starts to get bored, the loss of life isn’t enough, and she needs the pain. She needs the display. She wants them to suffer the way she has suffered, and it soon leads to her leaving her own mark in every town she visits.
She wants to shock them. She wants to make them question. Maybe she truly is a demon and an instrument of the Devil, but if she is, then that is what their God made her. And there are consequences for that.
When she arrives in Chicago, it’s the early hours of Sunday morning, and like any good girl who was raised Catholic, she’s drawn to the church. The sun is just starting to crest between the buildings, and her Calling is already thrumming through her fingers, vibrating through her limbs as the rays of the sun start to rise in the air. She’s old enough now that she can control it, can hold it back until she’s ready for it, and she’s not ready yet. Not until she finds what she’s looking for.
( *** )
1000 words
beyondtherift. The other poor souls are NPCs. WARNING for violence and death.]“I am prepared to meet my Maker. Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.”
Paz Mendoza likes to make an entrance.
It’s a thrill that’s come to her slowly in her old age. At first, it was just the thrill of the kill itself, the rush of watching the life drain from someone’s body at your hand. When you kill as often as she has, however, that kind of thrill will only get you by for so long. Soon she starts to get bored, the loss of life isn’t enough, and she needs the pain. She needs the display. She wants them to suffer the way she has suffered, and it soon leads to her leaving her own mark in every town she visits.
She wants to shock them. She wants to make them question. Maybe she truly is a demon and an instrument of the Devil, but if she is, then that is what their God made her. And there are consequences for that.
When she arrives in Chicago, it’s the early hours of Sunday morning, and like any good girl who was raised Catholic, she’s drawn to the church. The sun is just starting to crest between the buildings, and her Calling is already thrumming through her fingers, vibrating through her limbs as the rays of the sun start to rise in the air. She’s old enough now that she can control it, can hold it back until she’s ready for it, and she’s not ready yet. Not until she finds what she’s looking for.
( *** )
1000 words
