Mary understood herself to be dead. Really fucking dead. Yet, she still wandered endlessly, catching glimpses through scattered reflections that she couldn't reach. So many giggling idiots chanting her name and laughing when nothing happened. "See?" they would say, gloating to their friends for their foolishness, as it was mistaken for bravery. "Told you she's not real!" Try as she might, she couldn't reach through and gut them like the useless hunks of meat they were - and it was infuriating. It was hell.
Her seething anger accumulated in her gut like a pit of fire until she could hear it all around her, in the form of harsh but garbled whispers, incoherent - at least at first. Slowly, the words became less jumbled together. It was as if her anger manifested something.
It wouldn't be the first time.
She understood it perfectly once she focused on it, listening to its promises of life, and freedom, all for one little favor. Of course, she knew that the favor would be anything but "little". She's been on the other end of this one many, many, times before. Offering protection to the desperate...for a price. If it meant getting out of this infernal place, however, then she will do it.
It happened faster than she thought, once she came into agreement with the entity - something about slaying a number of threats that rival that of divine beings, blah blah. Kill some shit. That's all that matters.
She took one breath before she found herself shifting into a solid form...
...that quickly became pinned underneath another - an annoyingly heavier form. She grunts, using all of her (momentarily) dampened strength to stand in spite of the form on top of her.
"Move," she demands with no shortage of frustration, trying to get a visual on her new surroundings. "If this ends up being another joke, heads will roll."
"I was thinking the same, actually."
...That level of confusion is not what you want to hear from an omnipresent being responsible for your fate.
hope this is okay!
Her seething anger accumulated in her gut like a pit of fire until she could hear it all around her, in the form of harsh but garbled whispers, incoherent - at least at first. Slowly, the words became less jumbled together. It was as if her anger manifested something.
It wouldn't be the first time.
She understood it perfectly once she focused on it, listening to its promises of life, and freedom, all for one little favor. Of course, she knew that the favor would be anything but "little". She's been on the other end of this one many, many, times before. Offering protection to the desperate...for a price. If it meant getting out of this infernal place, however, then she will do it.
It happened faster than she thought, once she came into agreement with the entity - something about slaying a number of threats that rival that of divine beings, blah blah. Kill some shit. That's all that matters.
She took one breath before she found herself shifting into a solid form...
...that quickly became pinned underneath another - an annoyingly heavier form. She grunts, using all of her (momentarily) dampened strength to stand in spite of the form on top of her.
"Move," she demands with no shortage of frustration, trying to get a visual on her new surroundings. "If this ends up being another joke, heads will roll."
"I was thinking the same, actually."
...That level of confusion is not what you want to hear from an omnipresent being responsible for your fate.