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AS SOON AS ARABELLA STEPPED ONE FOOT INTO THE PALACE, SHE FELT DREAD AND DEATH LINGER. The dreadful silence of the palace set in, causing her eyes to instantly gloss over all the parts she could immediately see. The dusty chandeliers & hard, barren stone walls decorated the main floor she currently occupied. It seemed like it was the main entrance, an area where everyone could easily gather.
She walked deeper and deeper to only be greeted with the mere sounds of her own footsteps, she had thought. Surely, the creaks in the stone would create some kind of noise but heard a definitive 'clink!' within moments. She tightened her grip on the spear in anticipation for what she was thinking would Veronica or some other beast but seemed to finally be surprised after some decades.
"Hmph, how horrifically displeasing it is to see you again, Marie" she spoke with distaste & surprise upon seeing the blonde.
"You too, Arabella. Can't imagine how dreadful it is being you, nowadays."
"How about we just get this whole myrder thing over with? I do have someone else to kill, well, possibly maim" she spoke with her eyes narrowing on the werewolf.
"You don't think it'll be that easy do you? After all, we know you better than you know yoursellf" she mumbled the last section purposely before Arabella launched forward with the spear in a focused position. Matie smirked at the sight as she could see the conviction in her eyes. For once in such a long time, her eyes were not full of dull indifference.
Quickly, she dodged the advances, immediately dashing to the right. Arabella takes notice of it only to swing the spear in Marie's direction. Marie ducks while hastily grabbing onto the wooden base of the weapon. She grips onto it with tremendous force but is unable to faze her. Arabella swiftly jerks it upward, only slightly grazing Marie's face but still causing a scar that's surely not going to heal as quickly as she would want it to.
She grunts at the slash on her face but manages to kick Arabella's feet from under her, causing her to groan at the new position. Marie suddenly takes the spear from her hands to force it against Arabella's neck. She can soon feel the necessary air escape her lungs slowly while the pressure itself is too familiar for her own taste.
She huffs at the unsavory position. Marie sits upon her waist while pressing down the spear's base on her neck, practically planning to fracture it as much as she can. Arabella can see her shit-eating grin at the sight which she had gotten so used to since landing in Purgatory. It was utterly disgusting to her. It was the same kind of sick smirk her father had whenever he would praise Charles or hand out his 'punishments' to her. She sneered out pure distaste in her groans as she only began to put her abilities to use.
Her mind envisioned the flames enveloping the blonde, devouring her skin, inch-by-inch. She could feel the stinging warmth tingle at her fingertips that attempted to pry her very own weapon off her. Within her ears, the cackling sound of treacherous fire were as loud as sirens. And soon enough, she could see the flame finally erupting upon Marie's own body.
She groaned and screamed but still managed to smirk as her skin continuously burning off. Her skin was turning charcoal each second that passed, feeling the agonizing burning sensation take over every spot in & out of her body. Arabella only looked at her burning body in contempt before it eventually escalated into Marie being burned to an absolute crisp, a pile of dust present to show. She huffed an exasperated sigh before picking up the spear that was carelessly discarded after her combustion into flames.
But as she only glances around for anything else, she can already sense the very being she was tracking but with a worse turn of events. Her eyes loom up to see less than half of the ceiling is gone to expose the glaring sun but as she turns her body to see what she'd been anticipating, it seems to be too damn surreal.
"Miss me, love?"
── Authors Note ── Opinions?
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