"I have blood on my hands and I don't mind it. Blood on my consciousness and I wouldn't t change it. I do not need your redemption and I never will. I am not a damsel in need of saving, fuck, I'm the one you should be saving our damsels from." One of seven. One of seven to be cursed. Inexplicable rage, filling every crevice in her body. Inexplicable pain, shattering every ounce of humanity that she holds. Ira, wrath, what causes you to pull that trigger? is it the never-ending hunger for blood? Or something more?
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