How NOT to be a mother in a doomed story (Oc story)

Never trust a Hilichurl part 1

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"So...you are the mother.."

"Yep.."

"And she is the father.."

"Indeed Lumine.."

"But she is your daughter..."

"So?"

"As-well as your wife..?"

".."

"Care to explain..?"

"Life happens..."

"Neat, so...are there free room for adoption...? I brought papers..."

"My oh my, daring....aren't you~?"

"Traveller Please...NOT again!"

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"......" = Speech

[....] = Thoughts

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Blood..

There was so...much...blood.

The bitter taste of the arterial ichor lingering in her mouth like a curse.

Clinging to her, suffocating her like a broken promise that refused to burn alongside the rest of broken dreams.

Her breath was ragged and haggard, but she was not tired as the sound of ribs and bones shattering like glass became music to her ears when she slammed her fist into the exposed belly of a creature.

The blood inside her veins was pumping without stop, hot like charcoal been shoved right from the pit, but she was not bothered as her blade danced through the air, biting and kissing the dark flesh of the beasts, limbs and torsos littering the now blood stained grass.

The air around her was filled with dust so thick that it managed to temporary obscure part of the sunlight on the very field she stood, making the entire area that had been so clean and filled with green and blues becoming murky with shadows that promised death.

But she could see them just fine.

Her body sprinted through the man made fog like lightning, the very ground she had been standing cracking into a small crater as she became a human sized bullet, pushing slamming herself into the shaded forms of the Hilichurls at the other end of the field the same way a full grown man would tackle a child even though the size difference was the other way around.

A part of her should be ashamed, to look away...

The sound of their squeals of sheer panic and terror soon drowned under the meaty echo of arteries pop open and muscles been carved like a cake as she tore them apart with either hand or blade.

A part of her wanted to throw up, to feel the tears prickling her eyes.

Her once pristine hair and clothes were now drenched in their blood, coating her frame in that black ooze that alongside her sweat caked her body entirely like a second skin would. Her eyes that had shone with mirth and wonder at the beginning of this day now tainted with murder written in her eyes.

But right now.....her body demanded this.

A war-cry could be heard from her left, another body she spiked with a shard of ice as big as her arm right through its mask. Shattering the ugly thing and obliterating its stupid head all at the same time, leaving nothing but broken shards and brain matter behind.