Thread: Do you know, what you are truly Hunting for? [Darjeeling x TinyThings]

Anellia's silent breath took shape into a deeper groan, as the knee upon her stomach ground harder against her, causing her eyes to pinch a bit, as she placed a hand upon the others thigh, gripping the smooth skin firmly as her other hand tightened a fist. She had no real way of getting lose, and she knew. That was the origin of her fear, knowing how deep in trouble she was. Demons where known to torture their victims, so all she could look forward to now, was her imminent death. She'd accepted it, now. She'd always known, that she danced on the edge of danger, with death's cold hand constantly at on her tail. Finally, it caught up to her. Finally, she could receive the end she always deserved. At the hands of the dangerous prey she had always hunted. Anellia grunted a bit with Malvera's first sentence, remembering the group of Nephalim she'd been advancing into the depth of the Aspect's lair with. One of them had perished, even before reaching the Aspect of Lust. The others had moved on further down, whilst Anellia fought the Aspect of Lust. She'd been alone in that. Rerh.. Not a band.. It took, just one, to take down that filthy creature.. You outdo your predecessor. Where she failed.. To kill her attacker.. You caught yours.. Revel in that, as you have nothing e.. Else.. To revel in.. With your.. Meaningless. Lonely. Pathetic existence... Anellia latched out with words, panting slightly due to the pressure against her stomach, again trying to push the others knee a bit, to get more comfortable. Malvera's own taunts, did nothing to change the defiant, fearful expression on Anellia's face. She'd done her work. Others would finish this new task. Others would find Malvera, and bring an end to what Anellia started. Anellia deserved rest now. She hadn't been to sleep, for a long time. Finally, she might be able to take that final sleep. The thought of that, caused Anellia to close her eyes, take in a deep breath, and sigh silently in relief. That was until she felt something wrap around her wrist, and she quickly looked down towards her hand. She tugged against the firm grip, attempting to get her hand lose, as her other hand reached for the tail, trying to grab at it. But Malvera kept it unreachable, as she tightened the grip. It took a lot more force to break the bone, than it would on a human, but Anellia felt her bones give away, her face scarring one of pain and fear, pinching her eyes shut as she groaned out in pain. Even still, she did not scream. Her breathing turned more rapid, in panic, lifting her now broken limb just a bit, before laying it down again with a whimper. She saw the tail reach for her right hand as well, as Malvera spoke, but she wouldn't make it that easy. Her other hand quickly moved out of the way, reaching into her belt to snatch out another dagger, quickly striking it towards Malvera's neck. But the Demon was too quick, grabbing the attacking limb, just inches away from the Demon's skin. Anellia's eyes sparked a mixture of anger and pain, still trying to fight the Demon's strength, and bring her dagger into the Demon's soft neck. But to no avail. The Demon was stronger than her, and she soon felt the same pain as before, her face winching, as she closed her eyes shut, her hand tensing around the dagger for as long as it could, shaking under the pressure, until a silent, but clear snap broke through the room, and her hand released the dagger, dropping it to the ground as Anellia finally let a scream of pain lose, pressing the back of her head against the ground, trying to arch her back as her arm dropped limp to the ground. Her heels send a grinding sound through the air, as they cut against the ground bellow them, her body trying to lift both of them off the ground a bit, her entire body responding in writhing at this new pain. Anellia slowly turned calm again, her panting growing slower, and more controlled. She bit down down hard on her lower lip, as her nose took in a deep breath, feeling the claws against her throat, stretching her neck to give Malvera more space. Anellia's upper lip twitched with disgust, at the Demon's words, turning her face away as she tasted the wet tongue. You've.. Made your point.. Demon. Do wh.. What you will.. Y.. You won't.. Find me.. Regretting my actions... Your kind. Deserves to die. And others will come. And you will die. And.. You won't even be able to.. To take my soul. Herh.. It'll live on.. And. Pass my powers.. On. To the next Hunter. And it'll find you... And destroy you. A last, defiant word. Her soul was promised to Angels, to be used as a weapon of power, to grant onto another Demon Hunter in the future. And with that memory, a small smile spread on Anellia's face, as her eyes closed.