Following Battle's Eve.



Her voice split the sky.
his blood spilled out
She felt...she felt...
why did he still feel?
Right. Strong. Her offering was accepted.
weak. wrong. this wasn't right. this wasn't right. this wasn't fucking right!
She knows this, because this isn't the first time the gods have answered her prayers. And this tone she already felt...more then the hollow thing death had made of her.
choking, gagging. a desperate spiral screaming denials
By scent and feel the Doll sheds more if the porcelain vintage as she scribes blood runes upon her flesh.
crescendo reached. more then protests. more then denials. expletives echo.
A Doll named Alice feels her hands shake.
and a boy named mark keeps screaming