TW: Lots of gory imagery.
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Blood. His blood poured through her fingers.
Blood. His blood coursed through her veins.
Blood. Her blood stained the ground.
Blood. Their blood stained her lips.
Blood. So much blood, and for what? Do die, not as a glorious god, but as a lowly mortal - she grimaced at the word - afraid and alone?
Blood. So much blood. The children's screams. Crying, cackling. Begging. Groveling. She felt sick to her stomach. All that demeaning for nothing.
Her mind wandered for a bit, but then returned to. a new line of thought. Death.
What was death? Was it delicious, like the blood of a virgin male?
Was it horrid, like the blood of a female?
Was it gorgeous, and in what way, Gabriel's typical handsomeness or Lucifer's terrible beauty?
As these thoughts faded, her eyesight began to fade.
Blood. So much blood. Too much blood. Even she could not bleed that much.
She blinked, struggling to stay focused, watching in horror as the blood staining the ground began to bubble, forming a humanoid woman.
The woman smacked her lips, looked at the dead body dismissively, commenting only "Typical male," before turning, grinning, and pouncing on her. She screamed as she felt sharp teeth rip through her abdomen. It felt like she was being ripped in half from the inside our. As the woman clamped down again, she screamed again, her screams twisting and becoming garbled chokes as bones snapped, muscle twisted, and veins burst. Blood began bubbling out of her mouth, covering her head and the land around her. Finally, she lay still. In the dead echo of the night, if anybody was nearby, they would have heard the growls and chomping sounds as the woman creature continued to eat the blood-covered cadaver.
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