Cossie
Her eyes were wide and pleading, tainted with a crimson hue that resembled fresh gore more than something like a precious stone.
"N-no. Please. Don't! I'll do anything! But please, please! I'll die, I'l die, I'll die!!" Her face turned pale and ghostly, the sort of expression of fear so immaculate and true you would hardly believe it unless you saw it over and over again. But as the world around her shifted and she sinked further and further into her memories, soon unable to even recognize the man before her, her face twisted into a sickening, condescending rictus.
"Of boredom."
The blue night sky was particularly beautiful at this time of winter. The stars, the full moon, and even the multicolored auroras illuminated the small village of romania. It was christmas, and celebrations were in order. The children played on the streets while the elders enjoyed their drinks and reveled in stories of old. The men and women sang and danced around a fire.
Enjoying the company of her little sister, a lone girl sat at the side of the campfire, braiding her hair. But on a closer look, this whole scene, despite its innocent bliss, was almost out of a fairy tale. The whole world surrounding that lone girl seemed almost surreal, no, it was more accurate to say it looked dead. These men, these elders, thesse children. Despite how lively they acted, paradoxically you couldn't help but compare them to ghosts.
"Ahh, how fuckin' nostalgic." A voice called out, but she too seemed like a ghost in a manner of speaking. It was like this past, this world, and herself were entirely an utterly disconnected.
But her malicious grin faded as she furrowed her brow in annoyance, the sort of cheeky expression of an exasperated child who is forced to perform some chore. Honestly, his was pretty annoying, to put it mildly. No, to call it annoying was a terrible understatement. An eyesore, a disgrace, the kind of sight that would make the apostle's stomach churn.
Because they were happy. Because they could be happy. Because they thought they had nothing to lose, didn't even consider the possibility they could lose. These limp dicked fools lived happy lives, blissfully ignorant to the fact everything could burn away in an instant.
It was unbearable.
It was annoying.
It was hurtful.
And it disgusted her.
So she killed them. She killed them all. She killed the men, slaughtered the women, tore the elderly apart and eviscerated the children. The cattle, the animals, the houses, nothing was spared. From the single to the many, to the family to the lone hermit, no stone was left unturned. And it all burned down, leaving a giant bonfire around a throne of corpses, littering what was once a pure snow in a vile crimson. When she got bored of killing, she violated them, leaving no discrimination between living and dead.
And yet, in a way, the blood and the flames illuminating under the blue sky were almost beautiful. There was no more laughter. No more joy. So she laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
Her pleasured howls shook the space around her, showering everything in pure malice. It was cold, cruel, and all encompassing. It was love.
But she grew tired of it. Eventually her laughter ceased, and her eyes grew weary as they looked down in contempt. The bodies had changed, all the corpses now bore the same features and expression, that of the girl that she had killed back then. Herself.
Her glare grew irritated when her memories and the realization of what occurred resurfaced. Just the fact she played right into his hand had her click her tongue in annoyance, but it was no big deal overall.
"Tch, are you done already? For fucks sake, even fro a fan this stalking is a bit too much. I'm tired, so get the fuck outta my head already, peeping tom." Her eyes traveled to the moon above, or perhaps what, who, laid beyond it.
