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It was all her fault.
She had caused the end of the world, it was all due to her selfishness. She knew since the day she had been brought into the world that she was evil, a stain. Celine had tried to calm her worries, she promised that the only thing demonic- evil, about her were the marks. The only thing that merely relates her to those demons were the purple lines across her skin
Yet she knew, she had always known that was only the physical connection, but there was the mental. She thought she could hide the plague that grew each day across her body, she didn't go to the bathhouse! She never stripped to her bra when it was too warm! She always had an excuse prepared!
So what Mira was worried she was self harming due to all the secrecy around her arms and chest! It wasn't like she was actually slicing a blade down her flesh. No. Rumi had only done that a few times, just a few- it wasn't self harming, she didn't mean to. It was just hard to cope, each time she had a panic attack about someone almost seeing those marks or when she thought too hard about what would happen if her best friends, her soulmates found out
She really didn't mean to summon her sword and just start slicing. Remi was just using logical thinking! If she covered the demon side of her then it would go away, her arm might be shredded but it was worth it. Though, it had taken a lot of work to simplify cut into her skin, even if the blade was long
She had taken more... drastic measures. It started off as an accident, a light mistake. She had been messing around with a firework and stupidly set it off before it was in a secure position. It kind of blew up near her arm, which caused 2nd degree burns to her shoulder. Luckily, she was alone when it happened
She knew how to patch herself up, she just didn't expect the spread of the burn to be that big. It was like a patch, a bandaid, covering the marks. She had never been so grateful to be clumsy
The whole world knew now
On live television, everyone saw what she truly was. A mistake. A thing that should have never been born. So, she was going to rid herself of the world. She was doing everyone a favour, Zoey and Mira hated her anyway. She had seen how they looked at her, disgust. It was fine-
Celine had tried to stop her, she was pathetic. Remi asked, begged, for Celine to kill her. Yet, she didn't. She didn't understand, she thought they could just cover this up, hide it. There was no hiding, not anymore. She would be free, no one would look at her and think monster
"Remi please! We can say it was all an illusion- made by the demons! Yeah-" Blood splattered on the ground, the woman laid on the soil knocked out. With one swipe Remi could render someone unconscious. That type of power was sinful in her hands, so, she knew how to get rid of it
With Celine asleep she could perform her act with no interruptions, she could be alone. Exactly like she deserved. The world would be exempt from her vial like self, there would be no more monstrocuty. She felt a tear drip down her cheek, only salt left her human eye. The demon has possessed the other, demons couldn't cry. They had no empathy
She summoned her sword for the last time, ethereal like blue energy appeared before her hand. The blade felt heavy in her palm, like it was a burden. She certainly felt like one, how could she be savior of the world if simply holding her true weapon was a hardship?
Remi didn't need to answer that question
The blade, her destiny arose to her stomach. She clenched the handle with both of her hands, knuckles turned ashen. She let out a cry, a cheer, the sound of peace as the blade ripped apart her flesh and tissue. The weapon could go no further, it was buried deep. Protruding out her back like a parasite
The demon's blood trickled down onto the soil, seeping into the roots. Fertilizing them for the future, the tree sat and watched the hunter succumb to her self inflicted wound. A pity it was, that this generation of hunters were down one. Such a terrible pity that she was born unlucky. A pity.