Remi-chan's Writing Snippets~

[Remi-chan]

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Lady Death

The wilted rose had been poisoned by its own garden. A lilac murdered by the lily. To drown in the abyss of nothingness. They could not aid her, he could not save her, all seemed as if she were doomed to die.

Humanity lost as the nectar of life left her body, she drifted towards oblivion as she made one final plea to the only being who could help her find not succor, but satisfaction in her final moment.

The prayer was answered by its very drowner, and as both doctor and father looked in disbelief... That disbelief turned to fear, and then to horror.

This was no mere rose, it was the Scarlet Carson-- a messenger of death. She would arise from her foregone medical coffin and turn her gaze to the doctors who had condemned her father, and denied her salvation. Her eyes once colored like the petal of a lilac had become no color other than a deep, vengeful red.

And in the hospital ward she had entrusted as her tomb, she would paint that white world with the blood she would shed.

After the doctors had met a demise profane, at the call of a demon called by Morgana's name... She let death claim her, thinking this would be the end.

'Twas no end to life, but certainly her humanity.

She awoke in a familiar room, the room she called her own. Her world was the same, but the game had changed. She once lived in futility and fear, seeing the brutality of mankind, but unable to act.

Now she was the brutality mankind had demanded be enacted upon them. She concluded her rise to undeath was both a boon and a curse: Empowered to kill those who made of life a heresy, while disempowered to be sustained, nay-- reliant, only on their living blood.

A vampire had become of a frail human girl, and she made her rage with the world known. She would splay the profaned gore of her victims across the firmament, and leave only wilted roses in her wake. Becoming known only by titles and not her name in life. The Bat-fanged Carson arose to devour the scum among mankind's number. A dark knight who knew both hunger and barbarism.

Stepping into the shadows without fear or regret, she was no human of this world... so she would become its death.

The masses of filth her canvas, their life a pigment, and wrath her brush... So she took to this sanitized stage, and proceeded to

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