Disclaimer: I own nothing in this story but the idea and the title.
A/N: Just a short chapter to remind you of the other enemy.
The Creature craned Its neck, squinting against the burning white aura surrounding the woman whose face she wore, and the tall man who had burned her hand the night before. Beyond them, a dark cloud hung around the tiny, violet girl.
What is it, little one, that makes you so sad?
It watched her as the other woman hurried to her side, watched as the little violet woman clung to her, basking in that brilliant silver radiance. The dark cloud softened, but did not disappear. The little one was still sad.
What is it, little one, that reminds me of myself?
Other women entered, and It chose retreat, retracting Its claws from the shadows. It plummeted to the ground, landing lightly on delicate feet. Just as It turned to the East, in hopes of finding prey, It spotted more of the bright-souled women and men heading towards It. It sank into the comforting dark, watching with interest.
The woman who thought herself so wise hung in the arms of her man, laughing and speaking in a strange, poison-sweet tone. Though dark streaks from the Abyss twisted through her soul, the light of her true heart shone twice as bright, ribbons of light flickering around to caress his face.
So sweet. But you, little one, have no one to caress your tears away. You are a cataclysm waiting to happen.
It watched them through narrowed eyes as all those shining people exited the dark into the light, then flicked Its gaze back up to the window with Its cold smile.
You are a danger, little one.
It turned and walked away, knowing It would not have to wait long. She would come to It.
You are just like me.