Hypnotize
By SMYGO4EVA
Once an unfortunate fly would be caught and ensnared in the spider's web, it would never be set free, and it couldn't, not from the spider's web, that is. Nor did it feel that it should be rescued from the venom of the spider's fangs, deeming itself unable to live on without the spider's presence, the color of the eyes catching its own. It lived its purpose when the spider was crushed, and it would be the end of the matter.
Xing Huo saw that humanity was sneaky, rotten, and low in its own right; they were the most arrogant race in the many worlds that existed, but that was how they ruled the lands filled to the brim with corruption, doing crimes in the name of good and letting the blood spill upon the once pure earth. They knew that, whether they liked it or not, and if humanity wasn't going to purify what sins they have marked upon themselves, she and her master would do it for them. She was her master's creation, so this was his perspective on the petty human race that was twisted in his favor, for the goal to resurrect one who was thought to die but by fate and his other half, was spared from death's cruel calling. She at no protest would take a mortal's final breath, anything for her master Fei Wong Reed. She saw him as her one and only, and she would do anything for her master, even if it meant to taste bitter poison or tasting venom as it would coat her tongue.
Her master, Fei Wong Reed, was the archangel of death, with trickery and cunning by his faithful servants as was she, a creation by his hand. She was by his side always as one to take in pleasure of the misfortune of the human race who think they are worthy of the gods' holy power and delightful trinkets, where they are the ones who will be damned by fate's rightful laws. They watched the group of travelers as they passed through worlds, and they believed that even though it looked like they were not influencing the course of events, as a matter of fact they were, trying to make it inconspicuous that they were the ones pulling the strings in the game that they played with each of the troupe's lives.
It was most amusing to see the silly little group of travelers' happiness and wellbeing diminish in a matter of days as fate intervened in their quest to take all the feathers for themselves. The darkness of their sins weaving into their hearts and souls would be so poisonous, so lulling that the two imposters her master had created to lead the rule of chaos that the master had always envisioned for the world and for themselves. Whatever that world was, and whoever inhabited it, was surely the master's dream, and Xing Huo was determined to make her master's dream come to fruition. She fell under his spell, hypnotized by his dark illusion and she refused to be broken from it.