Building Up

Elizabeth's body shook, not just from the physical toll of her transformation, but from the sheer intensity of her hatred. Every word he spoke fanned the flames of her anger, consuming what little rationality she had left. Her scythe, now soaked in the blood of her brother, pulsed with an almost sentient fury.

She glared up at him through bloodshot eyes.

'How could someone be this heartless? 'she thought.

The memory of her brother's last moments flashed before her, the way his body convulsed, the helplessness she felt as he crumbled to pieces. All of it—his death, her powerlessness—was his fault.

"You're a monster," she spat, her voice raw with emotion. "Not just a demon, but something worse. I will make you pay, even if it kills me."

Reign chuckled, a low and menacing sound that only fueled her loathing. "You're welcome to try. But I've seen your best. And it's not enough."