The Past
Marina gripped her sword tighly in her right hand. It had been years since she'd last faced Vakir, and she didn't doubt for a second that he'd grown stronger. Her mind flashed back to the last time they'd faced off, an event that'd left her weak and almost unable to move for weeks. "Oh, Marina. I know you're in here. You can't hide from a demon," Vakir called out haughtily, his footsteps getting closer. Marina knew she wouldn't get out of this without fighting him. "I'm right here, b*****d," Marina stated, allowing her light energy to flow down her arm and into her blade. "Come back for another beating, eh?" Marina stood up, facing him. Her eyes glinted dangerously. Part of her memory tried to remind her that Vakir hadn't been the one to hurt her so badly, it had been her own reckless use of her powers. But she refused to listen to logic again, as one memory was playing louder than any other thought: The sight of Vakir driving a sword through her love's heart. She relented, and shifted into her true form, the angel of life and death. "Ha, haha, hahahahahahaha! Good, very good! You shall come at me with all of your anger! You will fight to death for a memory! Hahaha! Come, bring it on, Marina! Come face Death!" "DIE!"
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