Her Hurt

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Her hands clutched at her hair as she wheezed and trembled. Stopit~! She internally screamed at herself, her black magic rearing its nasty head from its prison. Her tears turned to blood, black, tentacle-like magic blooming from her heart, beginning to encompass her. Her control dwindled as the darkness took over. She couldn't stop it... Didn't want to stop it. She shook, her gaze becoming obstructed as she was enveloped in the pouring black magic. In that moment, she lost control of herself. When she woke, the bar around her was washed with blood, her form drenched in it. She hurt all over, cuts scattering her wrists and thighs, her own blood pooling at her feet. The room smelled irony and alcoholic.

She could remember nothing of the prior hour.

But her lover could. As he was off in a corner, surrounded by a shield he'd put up to protect himself. He struggled to explain, having little comprehension of what had actually happened.

"Y-you went wild- The man nearest to you losing his head in one fair strike. You were amazingly dangerous. No one survived."

The woman listened in silence, utterly disgusted at herself. Why didn't she show up to stop me-? She wondered to herself, getting off her knees to begin cleaning her bar.