Once through the portal, I slammed the girl onto the spongy ground of my home before me, her blood like acid in my mouth- not sweet like it normally should be.
She righted herself, and I saw the wound I had made on her shoulder. The skin around it rippled, and thin strands of flesh leapt up and knitted themselves back together. She whimpered and writhed as it did so. Despite the peculiar healing she was undertaking, I felt a small burst of triumph and smirked at her pain. She eyed me viciously, when she could see again, and I growled, low in my throat in response. She looked up at me with a snarl, and began to turn away.
How dare she turn her back on me!
I leapt forward, burying my claws in her back. She screamed as I slashed along the length of her small form, opening up four gashes that immediately flowed with blood. The blood poured and she shrieked, crumpling to the ground, shuddering. She began to heave violently as blood haemorrhaged her lungs. I padded forward, ready to finish her, when she flung up one hand and placed it on my shoulder. My roar echoed along the plain as white hot pain flooded my system. I felt as if she had replicated the gashes upon my back.
When it was over, we both stood, completely unharmed save for the memory of the formidable pain, seared into our being.
'What is your name, odd child?' I spoke directly into her mind. It may have killed her, as for me to touch her mind in this fashion would send a mere human to their deaths. However I felt that this child would survive my contact. Not that I cared.
As it was, she winced and clutched at her head.
"Morrigu" She replied, her voice innocent, but with all the power of the goddess she received her name from.
I chuckled, and the ground around us bubbled blood as it shook.
"A fitting name for so vile a girl"
When the pain passed, she hissed at me.
"We find ourselves in a stalemate, Morrigu" I pondered to her.
"I cannot kill you, as much as it would please me. And you cannot kill me." This was truly remarkable. The other demon lords must never hear of this.
"Says who I cannot kill you? I have not even tried" She cried at me, holding what remained of her bloodstained dress to her.
"You cannot kill me child, for I cannot die." I said simply.
She scratched her head, trying to clear her head of the pain.
"Do not talk to me, beast. You hurt my head." She said, and spun, following the sounds of the running water into the fog.
Her back was turned to me, and I instinctively bristled. But I knew that another attack was pointless. I lay down, ripping one of the pieces of my 'artwork' apart to gnaw on the bones. She would return, there was nowhere for her to go. She could not open a window without my help. For now, we could not harm each other, and, until I found a means of stripping her flesh from her bones, I was stuck with her.
