Her white blonde hair shown silver in the fast paced lights. And the Loud music rushed the aderidleline through her vains. she was not alone when it came to to the font of was a man of his late thirties, a greying old man who knew through the insult he just issued was is certin death. he who had called the eerie beatiful women before him. "you are nothing more then a basterd child left upon the steps of some unfortunit soul!" he had said. the woman's eyes were vividly red.
"Baterd child am i?" she said silkly, her vice ws very soft and if anyone knew hr well knew that this was the true indicator of her rage.
the man wimpered for he had herd the rumors indeed the rumers about her strange powers and hartless ways.
"My name is Sarabi. do you know what my name means if translated?" she asked softly
"y y ..yes. It means 'the daughter of divine destruction'"
"very good, now watch as i destroy you" and with the flick of her wrist a green whip emerged from her index fingers and sliced of the foolish man's hed. it' thud wsn't herd ver the music.
"does the rest of yu wish to experince my wrath?" Sarabi asked loudly, chalenging any of them t call her a basterd child to her face. None of them spoke. Sarabi grinned"very good".
And with full grace she left the room.
She left her refuge.
now she had to face her bitter lonly life that entwined around a vodka bottle.