@Dehyas

1 year ago

I love these playlists omg POV : Bloodiest hands (alive signora au) "Oh really, since when you foul weakling?" Signora was on the ground, holding her beaten and bloodied eye. You gritted your teeth. "Since always, signora. Don't be foolish. We both know im stronger, even more powerful than you." You stood over her, smiling at the mess you created of the woman you had always despised. Sometimes you wished Ei turned her to ashes, while you watched her call your name, desperately, knowing you wouldn't do anything. "Seriously? We leave you two alone for less then an hour, and you're already ripping at each others throats." The two boys appeared in front of the doorway, childe looking amused, but also concerned, while scara gave a look of annoyance. You growled, furious that they ruined your perfect chance to get rid of that forsaken woman. You've been dreaming of seeing her lifeless body on the ground ever since the first time you met, and that dream was about to come true until those two idiots ruined it. You walked over to scara, with a disgusted look on your face. "The least you could do is apologize to me." You scowled, still upset that the chance was now gone. "Apologize? Really, Y/N? I get you hate her, but you don't need to step on her." He laughed, amused at your actions. "Awhhh, did poor Y/N not get what she wants?" Signora chuckled, picking herself up off the floor, reaching for a bandage to put over her eye, that was bleeding endlessly. "Signora, lets not forget who gave you that little bruise, trust me, i could do something a whole lot worse." You glared at her, your eyes glowing a horrendous, neon red. "And let's not forget who made you get that eyepatch." She smirked, knowing she just a touched an emotional spot. Your eyes widened at the sentence she dared to say. Scaramouche was to late to grab you, and you disappeared. Not even a second later, you reappeared behind her, your jeweled sword edged against her neck. "Say it again, i dare you. i fucking dare you." You pressed your sword deeper into her throat, scarring it. "Oh so now you're scared.." You snarled, practically shooting daggers out of your visible eye. Your eyepatch reminded you of the day you lost your humanity. Under the eyepatch was your black and corrupted eye. Anytime you got too angry, or went insane, a black liquid would ooze out, as it was right now. The midnight colored fluid dropped out of your pupil, right on the edge of signoras shoulder, burning the flesh off. She winced in pain. The goo from your eye acted like a deadly acid in a way. You paid no attention to the scent of blood and steam coming from her upper arm however, you were more focused on letting her die a slow, merciless death. “Y/N let me go!” She struggled under your grip, trying to push you off her. Once she realized she couldn’t do it alone, she looked at the boys. “Will one of you two help me?” She requested for assistance, knowing you were too strong to overpower by herself. Scaramouche quickly walked over, grabbing onto your good hand. “Y/N let her go, you know you don’t want to do this.” You grew more irritated at your lovers words, making you push the blade farther into her already bleeding neck, almost killing her. “Oh, so you’re on HER side?” You asked, looking at him. “No I never said that. Listen, I get you’re angry, she had no right to say that, I know how much your past affects you, but just lower your sword, and come on a walk with me to calm down.” You slowly pulled the weapon away from her neck, putting it back into your belt. Signora quickly had a sigh of relief, grabbing her neck, checking any sides for vital damage. “This isn’t over, supposed to be ashes”, you glared at her, making your statement clear, if hadn’t already been. The pathway was left with a small trail of black, as the annoying, moist water was still slowly, but steadily flooding out of your eye. “What is your problem with her? Why do you hate her so much?” The male asked, walking down the polished pavement. You looked at him, almost amused by his question. “I hate people who abuse their power and will. She basically thinks she’s better than everyone else. She's like my mother.” You frowned. You two came to a stop, as there was a perfect place to cause chaos and mischief to your left. “You thinking what Im thinking?” he asked, his eyes set on a group of people, huddled around a fire. Your frown quickly turned into a intense, yet soft smile. “You know me too well.” The sound of people crying and begging was soon drowned out by your uncontrollable laughter. The man in front of you was pleading for his life, saying he’ll do anything, and blah blah. “You really think I'm going to spare you?” You asked, entertained. “Please, you seem like a nice girl, just leave my-“ his tiresome voice was cut off by the sound of your blade slicing right through his neck, decapitating him. His body fell to the ground, blood spilling out of the top of his neck, creating a mess. “Don’t ever assume things, you pathetic fiend”, you said, putting your hand on your face, and taking the gore that had splattered on it, wiping it off. You looked around to find your boyfriend standing in front of a girl who couldn’t be older then 10. “She'd be the perfect little assassin, don’t you think?” You asked him, your black platforms making a crazy amount of noise as you walked over. “…she's ok, I guess.” He said, looking away, almost grossed out by the sight of the child. You picked her up, and began to walk away. The family of the child knew better then to say anything. After all, you were the most feared couple.

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