Icy grit her teeth as she stumbled down the dark cavern, bracing herself against the stone walls, limping alone as she followed the pale purple light at the end of the tunnel, trying to ignore the pained screams lf her sisters as they fought The Guardians. Her blood warm on the left side of her face; dripping from her chin, leaving a sparse trail behind.

'Nearly there…'

KABOOM

"Ahhhh!" Icy cried as her back was struck by a large fire ball, her once pale flesh screaming with pain as it was burned away, shooting forward, her shoulder catching on a pointed rock, tearing a fresh wound, blood splattering along the cavern as she continued to fall, catching herself on the uneven flooring.

She hit the ground hard.

"Did you really think we wouldn't notice you running off?" Taunted the arrogant voice of The Guardian known as Faragonda.

Icy looked up, bathed in a purple glow, her heart skipping a beat as she stared up the giant purple crystal, a good fifty feet in height at least. And there, in the centre of the crystal was a thin figure, imprisoned, her eyes shut and head leaning back, immobile.

"Ahhhgh!" Icy cried as she felt the guardian strike her again, grimacing she forced herself to look, her left leg was immersed within a scarlet flame, the flesh starting to slowly twist along with her muscles until finally a sickening crack filled the cavern, her leg twisting to the point it was no longer recognisable as anything but a grotesque twisted up thing. "AIIIEEEEEEE!"

The glow vanished, but the agony remained. Gritting her teeth Icy began to drag herself along the cavern floor, every inch her leg screamed at her to stop. But she needed to keep moving.

"I'm impressed you're still going." Faragonda extended her hand and fired a yellow blast of magic, it struck the back of Icy's uninjured knee and severed her leg down.

"Aiiieee!"

Hesitating she continued to drag herself along, leaving a thick trail of blood behind her. She was so close now, five paces and she would be touching it; she started to reach out.

"No!" Another blast and her elbow down to her fingers; was severed leaving a stump in its place, blood erupting from it like a broken faucet.

She fell forward, her vision starting to blur, black dots setting in.

Her strength was fading fast, she need to do it now, she craned her neck and bit into what was left of her upper arm, wincing as she forced herself to break the skin, the familiar bitter metallic taste filling her mouth she turned and spat at the crystal, her blood falling onto the floor aside from the last few drops that grazed the crystal and started to slide down.

A hissing sound filled the air as the blood on the crystal began to boil.

"What have you done?"

Icy fell, barley feeling her head hit the floor, the numbness setting in as she stared at the crystal the fizzing surface spreading, the glow starting to dim, cracks forming on the inside.

Faragonda startled ruffling through her robes, her fear evident in her panicked breaths, she needed to find it; she needed to stop this.

The crystal shattered, she froze and looked up.

There she was. Stood in where her mystical prison had kept her, her fiery locks hiding her face, the rest of her naked as the day she were born.

Faragonda held up a small vile with a scarlet liquid within it, she could already feel her strength fading her.

"Long…time…no…see…Faragonda." The woman breathed, sounding like she was struggling, it had been centuries since her lungs had drawn breathe after all.

"Demon I seal thy away in prison of-" She was silenced, her body slammed against the stone wall, an iron crushing grip round her neck holding her in place.

"Not…this time." The woman smirked, her bangs parting to reveal eyes, black scleras; the flesh around her eyes sunken in, darkening as if bruised, her irises crimson with flecks of black threading them.

The woman's other hand seized Faragonda's wrist, sharply twisting it.

*Crack*

"Aiiieeee!"

The wrist folded back, the glass tube in her hand falling to the floor and shattering, the scarlet fluid flowing onto the floor.

"Never…again." She breathed.

"Bloo-" She tightened her hold on her neck.

"You don't get to say my name, not after what you did." She paused and looked back at Icy's fallen form, her life slowly leaving her. "Looks like you missed a few demon bloodlines in your cleansing…there isn't much in her but even a thousandth hint of demon blood was all I needed." She released her hold on Faragonda's neck, allowing the woman to fall to the floor, turning and approaching the blonde girl.

Fwoosh

She barley so much as flinched as she felt the small fire ball hit her back, the reddened skin quickly returning to its pale colour.

"You know you shouldn't waist your magic old woman, you no longer can drain my power…all those centuries…they're finally catching up to you." She chuckled.

"I can't…let you…" Faragonda choked, she could feel her strength flooding out of her with every breath, she could feel her bones aging and cracking.

The demon took her wrist to her lips and bite a large chunk out of it, staining her lips with blood before slowly turning her wrist over and allowing it to drizzle onto the fallen girls face and into her lips until the hole closed, she licked up the blood, admiring the perfection of her skin before turning back to Faragonda, now looking deathly pale.

"You imprisoned me and channelled my power, my immortality…used is to wipe out every demon you could find…till you believed they were extinct, genocide, while imprisoning the original demons like me to force out life force into the planets." Bloom stated, ignoring the sick cracking of Icy's fallen body slowly healing.

"If you…leave…"

"The planet dies." Bloom laughed. "You can't overpower me or use the blood of my kin to imprison me…so you appeal to my humanity…that's gone." She blurred into action, lifting Faragonda by her neck a good three feet off of the floor.

"Bloom..." She increased her grip till she couldn't breathe.

"I said you didn't have the right to say my name." Her lips parting to reveal a pair of fangs, her eyes burning with hatred. "Two thousand years. It would be amusing to watch you age into dust but I think it would be much more fitting if you were the first to feed my hunger." She pulled her close and bit into her neck, crushing the fragile bones of her wrinkly neck as her fangs struck them and she began to feed.

Once she had her fill she released the old woman, her broken corpse falling to the floor, lifeless eyes staring up at her as her body continues to age away.

She glanced to Icy, the girls leg had untwisted and her missing limbs were starting to regenerate.