Getting revenge on the lowlife suck-bags was the only purpose Ednah had left in her life. Getting revenge on the Capone bastards who did her daughter dirty was the last, only thing she gave a Damn about. Nothing else. They tore apart her innocence, beaten her until she was several different shades of black, blue and purple before discarding her like freshly-discarded garbage, as if her Colored life was worth less than nothing. And what made the situation even more awful was finding out the human filth who defiled and killed her daughter was members of that awful gangster, Alphonse 'Scarface Al' Capone. A person who would do someone like that, someone who was born and grew up in Brooklyn would never hurt a fellow Brooklynite, for Brooklyn people always watched out for their own.
New tears of rage, grief and soul-withering hatred flowed freely down Ednah's face as reality set in; it only mattered it the person who were harmed and killed happens to be White. If it would have been a young White girl, Annie's age, those crooked cops would have raised hell and beyond, to bring justice to that girl's murder.
Ednah vowed, if I can't get the justice I want for my Annie's rape and murder, then I'll happily settle for revenge. I don't care what happens to me no more. And if I have to spit in God's eye to get revenge on those filthy Capone lowlives, then so be it.
She would smile at night, when lying in her bed, and hear whispers in the darkness of night. Unnatural whispers the sounds ancient and foreboding and filled with unmistakable evil and malice. To Ednah, those sounds, whispers and malevolent-filled voices soothed her, the energies giving comfort, promising her rightful violent, hideous, gory death on those who snuffed out her innocent, pure daughter's life before her time. The voices caressed her, gave her peace...
"Soon, Lady, soon, the ones who wronged your daughter will pay dearly for their transgressions. Soon, their vile blood will flow freely like, rivers, streams and oceans," the dark entities promised, their silky, dark voices promised, making Ednah smile in cruel contentment, "we will make them scream, cry, beg and plead for mercy. And they will he given none. We will happily, for you, Lady, child of the most high God the Realm Master, cheerfully disenbowel them, dismember their foul flesh from their bodies. Suck their souls from their still-living corpses, and tear them asunder, over and over and over. Torture, and tear and rip them all apart...
Ednah went to sleep, and was giving the treat of seeing future event by the unseen supernatural entities. She smiled as she got to see the men who wronged her daughter tore asunder, rend apart, their screams and agonized pleas for mercy unheard. It was through she was experiencing, through her avengers' teeth, fangs and claws, killing those evil Capone scumbags; she tasted blood, felt their flesh with her teeth, tore skin apart with her nails.
And it was glorious...