• Anima shoved a strand of blood drenched hair from her pale face. All the better to watch the fat man she just ripped in half drag his mangled torso to the cooling corpse of his wife. He grabbed her hand, matching wedding rings glinting before blood spewed forth from his lips in his last breath.

    It was then that she felt the other. Highly unusual for an ascended being to be wandering in these unrefined wastelands that the humans called home. So curious… perhaps like her. He certainly made no move to stop her as she boldly turned her back and wandered through the slaughtered corpses, making sure none lived. Merely watched. She decided to bide her time. Animalistic as she was, at heart she enjoyed toying with her prey.

    Night after night, he followed her as she fulfilled her depraved whims. Now she had an audience to play for and it heightened ever kill, every last gasp for breath and every pleading cry, begging for mercy. It was no longer just slaughter… it was a show. One night she even slowed herself, drawing out each pained death. He wasn’t frightened away, and she was excited. Slowly, each kill became more and more for him, for his pleasure. The more she did this, the more she felt his desire grow.

    The last day she was angry. Absolutely livid. The why and how didn’t matter, only her urge to satisfy what screamed inside her. She slaughtered, vicious and quick, indiscriminate as to how she killed, only caring that she killed. There was no mercy in this ethereal woman’s being. Before long her petite frame, every sensual curve, every well toned inch, was stained crimson. The metallic taste filled her mouth. She stood at the very center of the newly made grave, knowing tonight he would chose to reveal himself.

    The first twitch of movement behind her and her gaze shot towards him, head turning to peer over her shoulder at him. Her eyes were a startling electric blue and they refused to part from the man’s form even as her body slowly turned to face him. She watched as he admired her hourglass figure, and her smirk widened. Already she was excited, wanting more of him and his reactions to her.

    He was… very handsome. Even by ascended standards. Red hair that flowed over his shoulders and stunning red eyes that burrowed into the depths of her corroded being adorned a well built frame. Her teased from between her lips to trail over them as she watched him crouch down to grasp a skillfully crafted silver blade from a torn body. Most women would throw themselves at a man like this. Not her, it was to be earned, and it would make it all the sweeter. Her entire body tensed as he stepped towards her, fists tightening for what felt to be the most exhilarating moment of her existence.

    A grinned curved upon her lips before she made the first move towards him and she could see in his gaze the determination. The rest of the struggle was a blur, both bled, both were hurt, wounded. There was the tearing of clothing and flesh, and they grinned throughout the entirety of it. Until the last hit… he struck her, right across her cheek. Hard enough to send her flying back onto the ground and he was on her in an instant. She struggled, thrashing beneath him as he tore away her clothing.

    Then she felt it. The blade he had kept so tightly clenched between his teeth during their fight was now digging into the flawless flesh of her thigh. Her thrashing ceased as she rose on her palms, pressing her shoulders up from the bloodstained ground beneath her to watch him work, gasping for breath. He… he was carving his name into her! His name… Acerbus… was staking his claim! She looked to him, eyes wide with a seething anger. Lunging forward she pressed her lips hungrily to his…