i drank the blood of the saints. i am a vessel of unholiness. i am more than a malignant spirit. i will spread my plague until the sun blacks out. promise me, promise me, promise me. no more heroes.

The dark creature traipsed across this earth with pride evident in her posture, knowing well of what curses she lay in her wake. The years had passed without much of a notice from the wicked lupine - her mind becoming lost within the shadows she dwelled inside. The beast had brought much strife to lands far beyond the one she now returned to, intentional or not, she had to keep her demons happy no matter the case.

In her golden years as a child of Judila and the enemy of her own blood, many thought her to be a melodramatic, petulant, child - yet they did not hear the soft callings inside of her skull, those voices that bided their time until they sought something from their mortal shell. To bring blood, chaos, and sorrow. Her mind was diseased, the mental state of it slowly deteriorating as she aged and since her dismissal from Moladion the monsters had grown stronger. She understood little of what was going on within the parts of her brain, she simply listened to their commands and relished in the peace it gave her ears as they were silenced from being satiated.

For many moons the voices would whisper to her a single word and it was easily ignored as the cry was so quiet in the beginning. As time wore on the word was called louder and louder each night until she could finally determine what it was that they were demanding. Moladion. She needed to return. For what reason is still untold. They will not let her forget her past though; with Devil, Kiska, Jaidah, Tobias and Abraxus. What little part of her sane mind wondered if they were even still living in the land she had been born into. Did Abraxus still rule over the river kingdom? Was her mother still foolishly committed to Devil May Cry? The thought sent a wave of disgust through her body and her eyes narrowed in synchronization. The voices chanted eagerly at the thought of his name; Devil, Devil, Devil.

Her features remained quiet.. blank.. cold in demeanor. Yes, she had unfinished business with the old bastard. Yet the sound of bloodletting created an even more desirable attraction to the amazonian beast, her gold and ice blue eyes flicking about the unknown area with the lust for what struggle was occurring to become seen. Her large paws carried her through the marshland and into an area that she had never known before - she had not recognized any of Moladion as she had passed it by, but none of it concerned her as much as this territory. Flashes of memory from Judila sequenced through her mind as she jogged heavily through the area, her attentive ears directing her path to the destruction ahead.

The snarls and cries of pain caused her skin to quiver with delight as she anticipated the unveiling of the scene, her mass of muscle and dark fur coming into the set. Her eyes were first laid upon the collection of little wolven kind who seemed to be just as eager for the quarrel as she, before quickly shifting to view what the fight was all about - the familiar figure of Tobias beneath a barrage of angered wolves. It was a picture that she had seen before as something she had partaken in along his side in the hills of the mountain pack so long ago. The roar of those who occupied her mind was quite unbearable at this point in time and she was already riled up through the sound of teeth clashing and snarls rising in the air. She could not resist any further.

With the blessing of her parentage aiding her in brute strength, the shadow child moved in to the group and targeted her first victim - the black and red. She anticipated the female's attack, the neck being an obvious point to tear into if one were to stop an enemy, and rocketed herself into the demoness. Her jaws were agape in the hunger for purchase on the canid's tender flesh, yet she did not attempt to bite, she was a wrecking ball and counted solely on bulldozing her aside for the moment in an effort to aide Tobias.

She regained her footing from the move and kept her bloodthirsty gaze locked upon the female; Tobias could easily defend himself from the two lightweights who were now tag-teaming him. Surely. Yet her thoughts did not linger on the condition of her once-mentor for long as her friends called for her to move again, this time her jaws were ready to tear and to puncture. She snapped them in protest of the aggressors, deep snarls resonating through her vocals as her hackles raised high on her back.

STELLA
no soul . no heart . of abraxus x kiska