Hi, guys! New story! (excited) I haven't been writing that much, and I'm sorry. But, you know, I, sadly, have a life outside of FanFiction.
Hard to believe, ain't it?
Whatever. Let's start.
Introducing…
(drums)
Prologue
Blood. So much blood.
Her own. His. The blood of the innocent, the blood of the guilty, the blood of hatred and darkness, all. Sacrificed.
So much.
She had never seen that much blood in her lifetime, never seen the pure essence of life and humanity. She had never seen so much of what they fed on before in a place.
The air reaked of the Black.
The smell almost overwhelming. She could only imagine what it did to him. He had to be ecstatic, high on the smell of death.
She had to do it.
She knew she had to.
She was dying. She knew that, too. She knew she was dying. And that was fine. She had lived a very long life, after all, and done much good. At least she thought it good. Who else was there to judge her? A christian God?
The only God she believed in would reward her.
The huntress looked aroung her, feeling his eyes upon her. Feeling his presence.
He was there.
When you love someone, would you kill him? Would you kill her? To save yourself?
You wouldn't.
But she did. She had to.
He leaped at her, and she striked.
