Rogue was feeling better, though she had to admit the girl who was apparently a healer of Glorall had worried her at first. She was not the best healer, probably still in training yet Rogue certainly appreciated the effort to clean her up. Who would have thought she would have to burn so badly to clean them? Well it was hardly a pleasant experience, and Rogue was in no hurry to repeat it. She was not sure why that water was so different. She had never experienced salt water before. It tasted, smelled and felt horrible in her wounds, so in Rogue’s book it was not a pleasant thing to be around.

The red hooded demon was still in tatters though, not because of her wounds but because of her heart and soul. Heartless was gone, leaving a wound no healer could repair. Constantly a painful throb in her reminded her of her loss of her imprint. Why did she have to find him? He messed up everything in her life. She made her have parasites, something most terrible, made her betray her brother by even having them. Then it was like she was some toy to him, and he left her like that. She growled, Rogue hated him for what he had done to her, for what his disappearance had done to her. She was trying to find him so she could maim him. They say that if you are imprints with someone you could never hurt them, well she was about to break that barrier.

She moved along the lands at a relatively fast clip. Her wounds were still open and exposed, but she did not worry about infection. She was no fool, she kept them clean, though she knew both would likely leave scars for some time. In her mind she deserved them, she had hurt Malina and left the war before it ended, though admittedly it had ended not so long after she had left. She had yet to hear the outcome, but so long as it did not affect Malina badly she did not care. Of course she wanted those Angel scum to die, just as any demon did, but Rogue long realized that the Angels of Diveen were not the same Angels that remained in her old home. They were just as arrogant, annoying, but there were not so mad as the ones she knew. Perhaps their King Heyel, the only pure angel there, was different. The rest of them though, she could not be certain.

Rogue would never go to them though. Not again, she wasn’t sure if she would even return for Malina. Heartless was what was on her mind now, Malina sitting in a close second, though Rogue knew he was off the face of Moladion. How frustrating of him to hide when she wanted to chew his face off so badly. She crinkled her injured muzzle, pausing on one of the higher rocks of the crags and looking over the lands with her poisonous eyes. There was much for her to do, he was gone and there was no reason to pursue him no matter the pain he was causing her. She had important choices to make, and Rogue knew that she would just have to be leaving everyone she cared about out of them. They all probably hated her anyway and didn’t want to be involved. Alone again. Well what was an AWOL demon to expect.



XxBreaks No HeartxXDestroys Heartless’ SoulXxCreator of Magnus and AlchemyxX