Beautiful Demon

The Demon snarled with an anger and ferocity so evil the Devil couldn't compare. Her kagune surrounded her, giving her the appearance of a wolf. Scarlet splattered all across. Crimson streaked. Sapphire spread like veins. Hundreds of Doves circled all around. Courage, fear, vengeance, and the lust for battle coursed their frail veins. The Demon stood ten feet tall, bravery gleaming in her fierce eyes. She glanced at every Dove, noting their Quinques. She could easily shatter each one. None of them could defeat her. But there were hundreds of them, most were from different wards. And because of this- hundreds against one- she knew she would die. But not without a fight. It would be a memorable battle. Stories and songs would be told and sung- each one telling the tale of the final battle in The Wolf Hunt. She would be known as a merciless beast, killing without remorse. That would be her legacy. Her story would be told from people who didn't know her. And there was nothing she could do.