Her... again

"What… W-what have I done?" stammered a young man, his bloodied white hair clinging to his forehead. His trembling hand gripped a crimson-stained sword, his wide purple eyes reflecting the carnage around him.

"No, no, no, no!" he repeated, his voice cracking as reality slammed into him like a brick to the face.

The scene before him could only be described as carnage. 

Blood soaked every surface, pooling on the floor, dripping from the splintered wood of broken furniture. It wasn't just a massacre; it was carnage incarnate.

At the heart of it all, seated amidst the massacre with unnerving composure, was a woman. Her pink hair fell in soft waves, contrasting sharply with the golden glow of her eyes. She sipped crimson wine from a glass, a saccharine smile tugging at her lips.

She looked otherworldly. A goddess, perhaps. No mere mortal could exude such beauty.