you drew memories in my mind I could never erase
painted colors in my heart I could never replace
The bits and pieces she's put together from conversations here and there flood from her with torrential force, leaving her drained and empty of empathy, with nothing left to give him but this cruel deluge of truth.
And it works, because the demon dissipates, drowns himself in his own darkness and releases his hold upon the day. A cruel part of Amalia delights in the dismay that seems to radiate off the monster, in knowing that she's hurt him the way he once hurt her. "I can't fix you," she hisses through the sunlight that streaks down from above her, around her, leaving them in shade.
Her dark eyes glitter, ghost to Sunjata, to the horns he tries to boast and the teeth he tries to bare. "You can't fix him either, you know," Amalia growls cruelly. "He'll cut away at everyone in search of blood, but nothing will make him bleed again. He traded his soul away and now he'll never have the sun."
And it works, because the demon dissipates, drowns himself in his own darkness and releases his hold upon the day. A cruel part of Amalia delights in the dismay that seems to radiate off the monster, in knowing that she's hurt him the way he once hurt her. "I can't fix you," she hisses through the sunlight that streaks down from above her, around her, leaving them in shade.
Her dark eyes glitter, ghost to Sunjata, to the horns he tries to boast and the teeth he tries to bare. "You can't fix him either, you know," Amalia growls cruelly. "He'll cut away at everyone in search of blood, but nothing will make him bleed again. He traded his soul away and now he'll never have the sun."
meet me where the falling stars live
Amalia
