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The child didn't flinch at the man's pained gasp as his breathing stopped. She held her hand out in front of her, palm up, as she ever so slowly squeezed her hand into a fist and watched as the man held his throat and gasped, turning blue, struggling for his life.
“November.” A tall redheaded woman stood over the girl, hands sitting on her shoulders as she observed the actions emotionlessly. .
“Momma,” the child whined, turning and grimacing at her mother, letting her focus fade for a moment and allowing the man a single breath, but it wasn’t enough to keep him from collapsing. “Don't call me that. I prefer Ember.”
“November is your name. But, look,” she gestured to the dying man on the carpet, writhing in pain and silently begging for life. “He’s hurting. It’s not very nice to play with them like that.”
He was on his way to the afterlife, but definitely not quite there. “Mercy is a beautiful thing and it dictates that it’s time to put him out of his misery.” She whispered the words into her daughter’s ears, staring at the man as she spoke. The look of terror in his eyes was nothing short of intoxicating.
Ember cocked her head to the side, before nodding. She could feel his life force, the energy running through him, felt it trying to flow. It was a powerful feeling, holding someone else’s life like this. She curled her fingers up further, cutting the flow of the life force off more and more. Gargling sounds arose from his throat before she suddenly focused all of her energy on him and clenched her fist tightly, feeling his life begin to drain out of him. She opened her eyes, watching as the streams of life rose out of the man’s now dead body.
She grinned like a loon, watching the pure life float out of him. Throughout history, there had been many names for it. Qi, the chinese had called this force. Lung, energeia, élan vital, ruah. Whatever you called it, it was beautiful. A loose collection of golden specks that rose slowly from the body.
Her mother couldn’t see them, she didn’t have the power to see them, but Ember could. She sighed deeping, staring as the Life searched in confusion for a place to be, unsure of what to do now that their host’s body had been so unnaturally stolen. No matter. Ember would give them the guidance they craved.
Holding out her hand once more, she very gently curled her fingers in. ‘Come to me,’ she thought, bending her arm in towards her chest. No longer in chaos under the control of Ember’s power, the moved to her. They approached in apprehension, though Ember made sure they moved quickly. The closer they got, the faster they moved until they were reached Ember. They began to circle her, first her feet, then up her calves, knees, torso, moving up and spinning faster and faster, completely encircling the girl’s tiny body in a tornado of pure life.
Ember laughed loudly, unable to hold in the sound of pure joy at the utter exhilaration, continuing until she absorbed the life into herself. The feeling was overwhelming, making her gasp at the impact and fall backwards. This, the feeling of excess life being pulled into her, was the only thing that could compare to the feeling of controlling someone else’s life. It was incomparable to even the strongest of drugs.647Please respect copyright.PENANAVZ446cJWz6
Joan looked on at the familiar scene of her daughter laying on the ground, eyes rolled back into her head. She often wished she could see and feel what happened with her daughter at these moments. Many a time Ember tried to explain it to her, but Joan had never been able to comprehend the experience. Sighing, she leaned down and picked up her child, cradling the frail form of the girl that had ended so many lives gently in her arms.647Please respect copyright.PENANAo1uI68hOYX