"for the beauty of the rose, we also water the thorns."
Descendant of Loa lineage, Karliah Shango stems from masters of Haitian and the old Oyo Empire Vodou. After the nuclear wipe out, she finds herself thrown into leadership with little comprehe...
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Staring at the girl in front of her, Karliah felt anger as she'd never felt before. She clenched her jaw, hot tears streaking down her face.
"Don't be too upset," Madison teased with a squint of her brown eyes, "He'll come back,"
She then pointed the gun in Karliah's direction, "And I'm sure you will too. But until then - we don't need either one of you getting in our way,"
Karliah didn't flinch, only glaring daggers into Madison as she stepped forward. She was more than certain it was all a ploy to slow her down and keep her from seeking out the witches and killing them one by one. She almost wanted to chuckle at the thought, seeing as the last person to attempt to slow her down now laid discarded in a tomb, every bone in his throat crushed to pieces.
For a split second, Madison's face paled as Karliah's eyes went white. Forcing a look of reassurance upon her features, Madison rested her finger upon the trigger of the gun, only finding seconds later, she was unable to pull it.
Furthermore, she found that she couldn't move any bone in her body, every single one of them under Karliah's hold, who looked capable to break any and every one with a feeble blink of an eye.
And so, that's what she did.
The sickening snap of Madison's bones filled the room, alongside her guttural screams of pain. Karliah watched as the girl fell to her knees, helpless under her hold. Karliah almost wanted to question why the witches left her as bait. Perhaps it was due to the immediate disdain she had for the girl from the moment they met. Either way, she gladly latched onto it, sinking her teeth into Madison until she was nothing but a vessel of broken bones and a cold, dead heart.
With a dull thud, her lifeless body fell at Karliah's feet. The girl blinked, vision hazy as her eyes returned to their usual, amber orbs. A shaky breath passed her lips as she looked over to Michael lifeless, bloodied body once again, attempting to find solace in the fact that he wasn't truly dead.
Regardless, she found that she didn't have time to busy herself with wrapping her head around the thought, knowing that the moment he did come back, he'd get in her way just as the witches had.
With a deep breath, she marched up the stairs as she sought out the witches, making her way down the hall to find both Cordelia and Myrtle in a dull bathroom, nothing more to it than steel appliances and concrete walls. Cordelia sat kneeling at the side of the tub, speaking frantically to a girl she assumed to be the witch they'd mentioned to her as she took a deep breath, seemingly preparing herself to be submerged into the water.
