DIVINE VIOLENCE [A six of crows Fanfiction] (HEAVILY EDITED) (Not Kaz X Oc)

CHAPTER 16

-ADJALA-

-| THE HEAT AROUND her grew oppressive as Adjala made her ascent up the incinerator.

The incinerator had recently been run, and the metal structure radiated waves of scorching warmth. Beads of sweat poured from her brow, drenching her hair and making her clothing cling to her skin.

The pain in her feet became increasingly unbearable, each step causing her agony. The rope, heavy from the climb and soaked with her sweat, weighed on her shoulders.

The grueling climb, the oppressive heat, the physical and emotional strain - it all threatened to break her resolve. With each agonizing moment, Adjala's body screamed for her to give up. Her fingers ached from their vice-like grip on the hot bricks, and her tears mingled with the sweat on her cheeks.

For a moment, the facade of strength she had always worn so bravely began to crack. Her heart, heavy with the accumulated pain of her past and the harshness of her present, welled up within her. She cried, not out of weakness, but out of sheer humanity.

Her cries echoed through the night as she contemplated the weight of her journey and the sacrifices she had made to reach this point. It was a release of all the pain she had endured and all the suffering she had borne, hidden behind her fierce determination and strength. Each tear carried with it the weight of her past, her pain, and the overwhelming emotions she had bottled up for far too long.

She cried for the countless nights she had spent as a prostitute at the Menagerie, where her body had been used and discarded by men who sought only their own pleasure. The memory of their rough hands on her skin, their cruel laughter, and the way they had dehumanized her haunted her in the quiet moments of the climb.

The tears represented the years she had lost, her innocence stolen from her at a young age, replaced with the cold, harsh reality of survival. The faces of the men who had taken advantage of her blurred in her memory, but their cruel words and laughter remained etched in her mind.

Her cries were also for the pain of separation from her brothers, Kaz and Jordie, who had been her lifeline in a world that seemed intent on breaking her spirit. The pain of losing them, of being forcibly separated from her family, had left a deep wound in her heart.

She cried for the injustice of the world, where the vulnerable were preyed upon, and the powerful went unpunished. The tears were a lament for the suffering of all those like her, trapped in a cycle of abuse and despair.

Yet, as she climbed, each tear and each cry became a testament to her resilience and her determination to overcome the darkness that had defined so much of her life. Her tears were not a sign of weakness but a release of the pain she had carried for far too long.