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She stands there covered in blood. Her once silver wings slowly change black and are covered in scars and oozing. Her large talons clutch something tightly, so firmly that they seem to be piercing into the item. Her chest rises and falls at an inhumanly rate. A sick grin takes over her once gentle face, distorting her humanly apperance more then before, revealing her true form. She falls to her knees and screams, it is sharp, filled with hatred, taunting almost with untold amounts of grief and suffering, and pain on unseen levels. The item in her hand seems to be a heart, still beating, barely alive. Black streams of nothingness, of hatred, hallowed shamed, run down from closed windows of a broken soul. There, in her chest, is an opening. Torn skin hanging with nothing but frail hope. Blood rushes from the opening, but she looks at the heart held in her talons of her true self. She crushes it, allowing the remainder of her earth-bond body to die. Letting it drop to the floor, and curling up, her wings enclosed her...devouring her from the inside now with no hope of returning.

-Malice
Meagan Council-Gohl