A female in the distance panted heavily. Through the agony, she managed a laugh - no, it's more of a self-piteous sigh. She could no longer control it.
Devil
That Devil was bubbling inside her, mocking her weakness, waiting to come out. She yearned for blood and death, and she couldn't help it.
It must be done.
She raised her hand in front of her face and gathering her energy despite the pain, materialized a small needle. Letting it go, the small leaf-sized light maneuvered through the air, then brushed against her skin. The sound of a sharp metallic cut echoed in the air. As she looked at the red liquid oozing out of her wrist, she muttered forbidden words. Sinful words of the ritual. She could already feel that light-headed sensation of enlightenment, which was short-lived when that monster inside her hissed, angry, wanting her to stop.
You know you don't want to do this.
And it was true. She didn't want to do that. But she sent it back down inside her. She may be the ideal body, but she had a strong will. Through clenched teeth, she continued the ritual. Her heart pounded and throbbed, her ribcage burned and her lungs were on the brink of bursting. But she did it. She did it. She felt it's anger inside her, screaming, but soon it would be put to rest along with her.
"Ah, I'm sorry for being so selfish..."
