Prologue
DISCLAIMER: I do not now, nor have I ever held any form of ownership over any of said characters. They all have rightful owners, none of which are me. I do, however, give an enormous amount of gratitude for those who created such a beautiful 'verse and gave me something to write about.
Pain seared throughout her dying frame as she realized this would be her final installment within this world. Everything worth fighting for was gone and there seemed to be no reason left to move but she would be damned if she didn't go out fighting. She would not die a coward's death; it just wasn't in her to do so. This was her happy ending to a very broken fairy tale and she knew it. She also knew she couldn't put off this battle any longer and she would not come out alive. Somehow, she was perfectly at ease with this conclusion and was ready for death to take her one last time.
She rose from the floor just in time to dodge the large hairy daemon charging straight for her. She rolled to the left and fell again. She had blood pouring from the plentiful wounds, which littered, what seemed to be, the entirety of her body. Still, she forced herself to stand as a claw pierced her chest. Looking down at the claw, she knew there was no coming back. There was no one to pull her from her grave. Tears fell down her cheeks as the daemon removed his claw, letting her fall to the floor. This was it. Fleeting thoughts of the gang sped through her until everything went black.