A Perfect Dystopia

“Monster.”
“..Monster..”
“. . . Monster!”

Voices echoed , as the girl slowly was sitting in the midst of a battlefield, blood and gore for miles. One of the many battles that waged in the black world at any given moment. The only difference? This girl was covered in blood and softly snickering, even as the voices in her head continued to screech and yell about how much of a monster she was, as if she didn’t know already! As if she was anything other than a hungry beast that craved fighting, violence, death and an absurd amount of gore. She had come to term’s with it while she had fought Fantasia Nevermore, and eventually broke the restrictions on her own self that was borne from a very deep emotional scar, a scar that was of betrayal. In that one moment she had pushed and pushed, she had truly become free. In the moment she had let it all go, she hadn’t felt the need to protect, hadn’t felt the need to cherish anything. She had only gotten the urge to take the world and flip it on it’s pretty little head to bring to the surface everything ugly and unsavory. To stain everything and break those rose covered glasses that made “heroes” Heroes and “villians” Villians. These things were nothing more then labels because one was more obvious about their actions then the other.

Yes, she wasn’t one of the good guys, but she certainly didn’t care here as she pivoted on her foot sending up a circular spiral of blood while eventually that foot left the ground revolving around the other to slam one after the other into a massive demon’s chest to send them careening backwards like a ragdoll, slamming into the ranks, devastating the ranks, it had turned into a massive meat borne mass of inertia that had no sign of stopping! Breaking apart after awhile because that moment of impact had shredded that demon on a molecular scale where she had kicked. The only thing that had been left after awhile would be the body parts which rained down on the landscape hitting even more rushing demons while this girl seemed to land again and tilted her head over her shoulder bending back. She had put her hand to her forehead as if trying to gauge the distance on how far this demon had flown, letting out a low whistle before she had began to laugh. A cackle that reverberated down to her damned bones.

Why had she held this back!?! It was amazing, and it was orgasmic. Wrecking everything without caring about anything was certainly the way to go, it made it so there wasn’t the messy stuff which some people had to deal with. The thing known as conscience wasn’t really important, it only was something built up by the “norm” of society. And she was perfectly content here blowing heads off, ripping spines from bodies, and turning the corpses to mush. Each fresh splatter of blood was like another orgasm for her, as her hands jerked forward and smashed into another demon cutting it cleanly in half she had spun and kicked both halves outwards in a v shaped kick, causing them to jet off in separate directions. She’d just continue fighting . . More and more destroying more and more as the feelings of madness as discord seemed to be rising in her head. She also didn’t know how she got there, but did that matter? This was the world she was meant to be in, a world where everyone was just as insane, depraved and uncaring as herself.

Here she didn’t have to worry about being called a “Monster” or a “demon” or a “blight” or all these other labels. She was just another hellion in the midst of life's eternal brawl, and she loved it! She could fight as much as she wanted, she could squeal and let that familiar smile bisect her face as she used her fists to beat someone’s face in, over and over! She didn’t have to worry about repercussions, Everyone was already to crazy to have any consequences anyways! So she kept on killing kept on fighting as the droves came in, her adrenaline pumping and spiking until she let out a shout of glee, demonic energy clashing in the vibrancy of radiation and destruction blasting everything near her back before she leaped forward into the darkness, the only visible light in the cloud of smoke borne from probably millions of litres of blood was the sparks when weapons that had a similar hardness to her natural bladed self collided with the sound of thunderclaps.

As she slammed her fist into the face of enemy, as blood splattered across her face, each beat on the being's face was to the tune. “Monster!” That grin getting wider until her mouth parted to show her jagged canines and those pearly white teeth of hers. Another whoop punctuating the roar of madness when she had punched clean through, brainmatter splattering anywhere and everywhere beneath the spasming creature, her hand pulling back as she licked her fingers clean, reveling in the flavor of the deceased. Her eyes looking up as bodies began to jump on her, over and over. More and more of them piled up until it became a huge mountain, a mountain which even then laughter like a manic plague would resound from, bodies eventually being blown apart to rain across the lands, The girl standing there as she pulled up a scarf with a jagged mouth printed across it to cover her mouth and she had sat down on a pile of bodies a demon barrier forming at her rear so she could sit there without shredding all the bodies on contact.

Looking up she seemed to inhale the scent of burning bodies, and flesh, singed hair and watched the blood as it boiled from the heat being given off from her very being. And she even seemed to shiver a flush rising to her face as she took in the smell and then let it go from her nose into her mouth, savoring the flavor of these fodder! These creatures which had just been beating on each other until she game and decided to destroy each and every one of them. Sure there still would be other skirmishes a few miles away from her, however where she was? There was nothing, not even birds in the hellish sky above, it was absolutely dead quiet and no one seemed to be keen to approach the whirlwind of death and decadence that sat there getting off on all the death and destruction. She had exhaled after the initial high of combat and then just looked around drinking in the devastation. She loved this place, although by now she had noticed this was not the normal demon world she was used to, everyone was a tad too like her for it to be normal. So she’d pause and let her head tilt back as she looked at this sky and she thought.

”..Maybe i didn’t have a place in that old world because i was waiting for this one. . . I . . Love it here.”

The Demoness could already feel her energy intermingling with the corrupted native energy here, and she was drinking in the strife and the destructive madness of it all as if it was fine wine. This was the kind of place she had been looking for so long for. This was better than even shadow fall had been for her. There she hadn’t quite “Fit” not because she was any different then that group of lunatics, but because her own madness was slightly “Different”. She didn’t care about friend’s or enemies, if she had a good time doing it everything and everyone could go to hell in the process. She just wanted to see brains splatter, bones crunch, and people go insane from madness, misery, strife, calamity. . She just didn’t care! If she could see someone break, then she was having a good day, if she could make the strong fall? Oh she’d fucking get off on that shit!--That wasn’t to say she didn’t have things she wanted to protect, it just simply was everything she had originally wished to protect had decided to abandon her, and she had gone through a period that she simply had stopped caring.

Now however? That was a different story, here in this land where everyone seemed to kill, seemed to torture in sick sadistic ways? She was finally at home, and she wouldn’t let even the gods themselves take away from her the one place she had felt completely at home in! Which was why if someone gave her the power to protect it permanently? She would protect it from everything, this was her own perfect little dystopia, and she was going to savor . . Every. . Moment of it, so she’d reach to the sky and she’d say.

”..Maybe i was supposed to belong here, i certainly feel like i could give my all protecting this little slice of hell. If need be. “