to be lit up from within
vein by vein
Killing unfortunately was in Melita’s skill set – perhaps not people, but monsters, demons, fiends, and then hunting measures pressed so tightly to her veins that the notions and abilities were like a second skin. But the honeybee youth had never been asked to seek vengeance out so particularly by the herald, or anyone else, despite the desperate urges sometimes a rampant, rapacious claw in the back of her mind. That the stranger didn’t want to amount of these actions either didn’t surprise her – very few in Caido seemed to insert themselves into a bloodthirsty rampage. “If you consult with Ludo, it will probably give you some direction.” Melita had been told to at least try and clean up after Ascendeds’ actions, though lately there didn’t seem to be a terrible flux or tribulation. Portals had been opened, but naught else appeared to haunt or savor. A lull, perhaps, or nothing at all.
“I don’t remember any of us dying,” she paused, her eyes tracing over the pool again while memories filtered and cycled. “But it turned us into horrific creatures.” Shapes of themselves, vicious and feral.
to be the sun
MELITA