Her Cold Beast And His Dark Beauty

CONFRONTATION - PART 1

Third POV

Once calm, the girl stares with bloodshot eyes. Red with fury and malice. Her heart beat racing as she grips her fists. At first her voice comes out in a low whisper, trembling as she's unable to control the mixture of emotions swelling up in her chest. Yet, she still tries to suppress them

Pishka: How- how dare you-?!

She inhales as she closes her eyes, a light breeze blows as the moon shines in the sky at it's fullest

?Mother?: Ha! How dare I this is what your mother looked like? How sad I must say... She could have done better, don't you think?

The woman smiles as she twirls around in the dress she's wearing. The wind blows a little harder this time. The girl hisses lowly as her fingernails are now digging into her palms

Pishka: How dare you mock my mother in this manner?! Don't you have respect for the dead?! Who are you to do such to my mother!

Her eyes wide as her mouth hangs slightly ajar. The other side could only let out a snicker. Then she erupts into laughter, wiping her eyes as she regains her composure. The girl holding back this time. She had to know something but she first had to find out if this person was the right person or someone who could provide her with answers to her questions. Questions that have been spinning around in her head

?Mother?: Who am I? Respect for the dead? How dare I?... Honey I'm the goddess of the night walkers, the ones who have a taste for blood and those who roam the land devouring lost souls unfortunate enough to meet them. I am goddess Sekhmet, the warrior goddess! I can bring people back to life from the depths of death! Dare? I dared to massacre the human race regardless of innocence or guilt. Their blood is nothing but savory pleasure on my lips- I just can't get enough ~

The speaks with glee as Pishka stares at the woman in shock with wide unbelieving eyes. Her madness is so evident that even the air around her seems to be turning red as a warning sign to stay away. She takes a step back as the woman before her is laughing hysterically once again as her features shift and regress in age. Once her body stops changing, she looks identical to the girl standing before her. From the side they seem to be mirror images of each other, light and darkness. Ironically the goddess is dressed in white Egyptian robes that exposed her legs, adorned in golden jewelry and an ornament dressed on her head

The other dressed in all black, a black robe from an ancient African tribe that ceased to exist, engraved with patterns telling their history and way of life. Pishka looks away from the goddess but notices the change in her attire suddenly. She raises her arms to get a better view of her clothing. Still in shock and disbelief. She feels her neck to find a black metal with a quartz diamond ornamented in the centre of her neck. The same diamond make hanging in the centre of her forehead as a black and red beads decorated her forehead. The other exhales her breathe visible to the eye to show the drop in temperature around her. She approaches the confused girl then picks the edge of the dress with one hand as she reminisces the past

Goddess Sekhmet: Oh I remember this time. It was quite fun, after I led the northern africans into believing I was dead ~ And father was too uptight- These people were too gullible. The sacrifices they made in the name of me was quite exquisite ~ Afterall I gave them good health and strength in exchange for only their best sacrifices with the purest of blood...

She looks into the distance while talking but pauses when she receives no response . Looking at the girl to see her face is full of disgust and repulsion