The flesh beneath the moonlit cross boils with a horrible smell of meat and rot, and she swipes at her wrist instinctively, destroying the cross before it can hurt her further, though the shape remains like a brand.
Instinctively, too, she reaches for the lightning.
Hurts. Hurt her back, the mortal bitch, for reminding her of it, of how she was Damned-- But being Damned was a different sort of pain. Kindred pain.
Anna lets out a gasped sob, and curls into herself, covering her nakedness.
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The flesh beneath the moonlit cross boils with a horrible smell of meat and rot, and she swipes at her wrist instinctively, destroying the cross before it can hurt her further, though the shape remains like a brand.
Instinctively, too, she reaches for the lightning.
Hurts. Hurt her back, the mortal bitch, for reminding her of it, of how she was Damned--
But being Damned was a different sort of pain. Kindred pain.
Anna lets out a gasped sob, and curls into herself, covering her nakedness.