l’ange imbibé de sang

[7 years ago]

<Teresa's POV>

"Ouch!...Damn it."

Said a young Teresa as she applied alcohol all over her wounds. The girl was only 21 at this time, an age where normally she would be enjoying her new adult life with her friends and family. But instead of enjoyment, only pain and anger were what she felt as she stared at the blood red cotton.

Being raised on the streets of France, she was taken in by mercenaries who coincidentally found her when she was only 8. They were interested in her because of her demeanor, although she was only a child the bloodlust and craze could be clearly felt from her, prompting the leader of the mercenaries to raise her as a possible successor. For the next 10 years she was trained to be a cold-blooded killer. She showed tremendous talent in hand to hand and firearm combat, stacking achievements upon achievements, and eventually becoming a frontrunner to become the next leader.

Although he was brass and rude, she still loved her adoptive father very much. Although he was a mercenary he didn't take jobs that would hurt the innocent. Although people look at him like he's a bad guy, he'd always keep smiling while telling the young Teresa to not worry. He was her hero, someone she respected very much, someone she wanted to be like when she grows up.

She thought that those happy days would continue forever, but fate had other plans.

While on a mission abroad she suddenly received news that her father was killed. Devastated, she quickly made a trip to go home, but not without knowing the situation beforehand. Although he was getting on the years her father was still one of the most skilled fighters in the world. Even she had trouble fighting him so it was hard for her to believe that he'd fall in battle, and just as she thought he didn't.

It was betrayal, while he was having dinner with the group's higher ups he was shot in the head by his right-hand man. It seemed that many people in the group were dissatisfied with his command since he didn't allow anything that was too inhumane, causing the group to lose many opportunities to earn huge sums of money. Those that were dissatisfied banded together under the lead of the right-hand man and plotted an ambush, as it was the only way to ensure that the leader would die.

All hell broke loose in the base as those who loved the former leader were enraged. Bloodbath and chaos were the only things happening in the base as one group tried to desperately escape while others to kill. In the end the traitors were the ones who won. It seemed that before the betrayal happened they were in talks with a rival group to merge one another and in exchange for their assistance in the coming war. Outnumbered the former leader's men were all killed, people who Teresa grew up with were all either dead or if lucky crippled.

She didn't know what to do. It was as if her heart was suddenly taken out of her body and stabbed numerous times in front. She was sad, she was appalled, she was depressed, but most importantly, she wanted REVENGE!

She wanted to rip out the heads of all those who were involved. To use their skulls as cups for wine and to use their blood as drinks which she'll force their families to swallow.

She wanted them to taste hell, to let them feel what she felt right now, as she slowly but surely ends their lives.

For the next three years she went on killing spree, hunting every single bastard who was even remotely involved with the crime. She didn't care if they had families, instead she'd send them both to the underworld. All the perpetrators were no longer able to sleep soundly at night, some desperately begging for forgiveness, while some committing suicide because of the pressure.

As the years went by her skills also started becoming better, her fists were now deadly weapons capable of taking any life, and with a gun she was capable of killing hundreds alone. Although a time has already passed she was still just as cruel, every time she killed she made sure that they suffered before they died never letting them have peace.

In the underworld this path to revenge of hers became a legend everyone in the business knew and talked about. Her name alone caused terror in the hearts of many, and her continuously increasing body count petrified those who were unsure if whether or not they were next. She became a living menace, even forcing numerous syndicates to place a bounty on her due to how threatening she was.

Her name at the time was the most treacherous word anyone could ever say. The name became an icon for other bloodthirsty killers, while becoming equivalent to the devil's to others. It was a name that symbolized death, chaos, and revenge for many years. Only starting to fade after her quest was finally finished.

The name, no, the title; "l'ange imbibé de sang". (The Blood Soaked Angel in French)

It was the name Teresa took during her revenge, and it is a name that will forever haunt her after it.