Torn. Broken. Shattered. Shred to pieces. As she lay there, her once so pure heart consumed by darkness, her body bruised and battered, the rain fell, cold and hard, mercilessly swashing on her thighs, arms, legs, neck, and her face.... Her face, devoid of anything, blank and void, is an emotionless mask.
The wind howled, and leaves rustled in respond. Clumps of ominous dark clouds gathered in the sky. The low grumble of thunder was heard, and it was as if nature itself knew about the impending doom. As lightning struck, her face, no longer blank and emotionless, bathed by the light, came into full view. Lips curled up into a mocking smile, the need to seek vengeance was etched so clearly on her face. Reasons and rationality extinguished, fires of insanity now danced behind those cerulean orbs. Suddenly she threw her head back and started laughing, a laughter so hollow that it sent chills down one's spine. Perhaps it was predestined then, that this was the face that shall strike terror in hearts of thousands years later.She then fixed her gaze on the banyan nearby, apparently mulling over something, the madness in her eyes never dwindling. Swirling inside those tarnished germs was hatred and rage so intense that her eyes seemed to glow in the dark.
It was the eyes of a demon.
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