They stared at what they had made.
They marveled; they were awed.
They were struck by their Adelaide.
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There had been a thin layer of clear slime covering her body. They had washed her with the purest water from the deepest springs. They had fed her blood from the ancients to drink. They had knelt by her, and offered their respects.
Her body was almost luminescent. She had golden hair, of the vibrant kind, with wisps of metallic sunlight and stray streaks of strawberry blonde that fell past her shoulders. Her eyes were an emerald-green, with a golden brown around her pupils. Her nose was slender, and she had a strong jaw that matched her athletic build. And yet everything about her was soft.
She was ethereal.
The Triskelion was etched onto her back. To mortal eyes, it would look simply as a tattoo. But to the eyes that see all, the Triskelion was but her own skin, darkening into a mahogany to show where the Draco had been sealed.
"My Lady." One of them had whispered and taken hold of her, gingerly.
She reacted not to his touch.
"You are to kill them." He said, and gave her Raven and Butterfly essence to smell. Her pupils dilated as she tasted them.
They knew they could not control her. But they had made her anyways.
Revenge is said to drive the most prudent of minds into a craze.
