towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: One guilty and pissed off demon (

divinitysoiled) and anyone in her warpath
Setting: Floors 1-6
Format: Action, will match prose
Summary: After what happened here, Catarina is taking her guilt and anger out on monsters and anything in her path
Warnings: Gore, usual succubus shenanigans

[It started fairly innocently. The first floor was as clean as it usually was, until the stairs were encountered. Once there, it was obvious someone had fought a monster and had a few aggression issues to take out. It was a bloody affair with bits and pieces scattered in quite a few places, but other than that, it wasn't that bad.]

[The following floors had worse. It looked like someone had started to go out of their way to find monsters, the aggression becoming worse and worse. As the carnage started to get worse, there started to be the sound of a woman laughing maniacally. Close to the sixth floor was the source, one Catarina Amanto covered in blood, guts, and possibly little else, knife in her hand and eyes wild. She was laughing still, looking around for her next victim.]

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...no. Just those that created her and him for barring me from her heart.

And myself for failing her.

[Catarina reached up, brushing a gory hand across Saber's cheek] ... I hate the angel every day.

The line between Love and Hatred blurs often, my dear. I can understand your hatred.

[Saber sets Catarina back on her feet.]

It is a far easier emotion to handle.

[Catarina closes her eyes as she was settled on the ground. She didn't want to believe it, but... perhaps Saber's relationship with the beautiful white haired woman wasn't too far away from the one she had with Lauren.]

It is.

[Saber puts a hand to Catarina's cheek.]

Will you be well enough now that you are here?

I promise to you, my monster hunting madness has ended for the day. [She smiled at Saber, cupping her hand]

Good. Clean up, warm yourself and rest. I will see you another time.

[She leaned in to kiss Saber one last time, wanting one last taste and feel of darkness against her to carry her to sleep]

[Saber met Catarina's lips in kind, thumb caressing her cheek. Yes, the king was fond of the succubus.]

Until then.