Our demons are meant to be embraced, not shunned and pushed away.
Like the ghost of our past frivolities…with every bone they shatter, and with every resolve they purport to diminish… I've never thought to run away from them.
My demons are now a part of me, only by embracing them have I survived in all this blood and gore.
- Zephyr Thorne
The atmosphere was eerily silent, waiting for Marenda's response.
In all of it, she couldn't help but wonder just the guts Zenerox had to call her by her defectator name… witch defectator 555.
Maybe if Zenerox were someone else, then Marenda would have held her by the hair and shaked her vigorously until ten strands of her hair or so pulled out from her scalp.
Or maybe if she were not currently incapacitated, then she would have caused the other woman pain with her powers.
Not like her shoulder wound was stopping her from using them.