Where you Belong. [Demonica/Arianda]

Arianda could feel her bones grinding against each other as she felt Demonica’s energy crash against her body once more. She was able to counter it, finally, but, it was obvious the demon was still a little weak. However, Arianda was not one to back down; she just didn’t wish to die, and the threat of Demonica killing her was far too real. Hell, she could do so accidentally without even trying. It was frightening to Arianda; and it didn’t help that Demonica punched right next to the girl’s head; causing her ear to ring. Arianda’s eardrum broke and started to bleed, the blood dripping out of her ear and down onto her earlobe. The blood slowly trailed down Arianda’s neck as her other ear heard the ground behind her shatter and make what sounded like bubbling noises. Arianda swallowed softly and stared into Demonica’s eyes.

Fright was not present in Arianda’s eyes, despite that her being shook softly and not of her own volition. Demonica was disgusted of her; and it made sense. Arianda was asking for mercy in the face of a demon who simply wanted to fight. Arianda could not help but be annoyed with herself, and a little mournful. She only had her strength because Mana slapped her with the Seal of Eris and training. Arianda didn’t gain this strength from work; at least not much work. Arianda bit her lip, her gaze soon falling to the ground. Demonica could kill her, she could die; but, she didn’t want to have someone disgust her. She did not want to be weak. Arianda had never had to fight her way out of anything; now she was basically fighting her own way out of a box of her creation. A box that she has been unable to get past.

Most of Demonica’s final words nearly escaped her as she was lost in herself. She wanted the easy way again; she can’t have the easy way. Arianda grabbed her scissors as Demonica started to walk away. About a foot to the right of Demonica’s head, the giant pair of scissors imbedding themselves into the ground a few feet in front of Demonica; if she didn’t catch the scissors mid-air. Arianda walked towards her, and assuming Demonica turned around, Arianda would slam her fist into Demonica’s chest, which may not feel like much to the woman, and look at her with red eyes that burned with the want to learn; to fight.

“T-Teach me… Teach me to be stronger… don’t take it easy on me, that was foolish of me to ask; as much as my body can regenerate, I still fear death. It’s foolish.”

Arianda was still afraid to die, injury was nothing different to her. But death… death was something she feared. But, it was a bit of a conundrum, if she did not get strong, she would die; in the process of getting strong she could die. Blood started to gently drop from Arianda’s fist from a mix of Demonica’s barrier around her skin, and from how hard Arianda was clenching her fist.

“I don’t want to be an ant, never again… I once was; and that feeling of being so is TERRIBLE. Please, Demonica, don’t take it easy on me; wail on me until I’m a bloody mess… teach me to be strong so death can’t claim me and make me part of their collection of souls….”

Arianda didn’t want to beg, nor could she force; but she never could deal with being weak ever again. Arianda would leave her fist on Demonica’s chest, the blood that came from her ear lingering on her neck and earlobe; her ear long since healed. She wasn’t going to die; but she was going to fight. Even if she was going to find herself beat into the ground and barely able to heal herself; she was going to fight. Even if she had to pull on all the energy she could possibly harness, DE, her Eris Seal, whatever; she would fight.