Beneath Suffocating Wings [Metatron, Khaana]

Well. As if she'd needed any further convincing that this guy was a villain, there it was. And of course the situation had already sunk in when he had demanded to see her true form. Was this what her instincts had led her to? This maniac of a monster? And it slowly began crawling through her head in slow, ice-tipped claws as reality hit her. Was this it? Was this what was going to happen to her? Made a lackey by this fucking freak of nature? The slow, hot burn of frustration started eating through her veins. As everything seemed to be falling apart.

Yea, this was it huh? She could either step over this line, and throw in with these monsters, or she could be erased. It served her fucking right, waltzing into this place like an idiot. Maybe that was going to be her fate all along. What was she to expect when thaty battle lust of hers finally got her in trouble? When people found out what she really was?

But some small part of her refused to give into that thought. The same part that was suddenly on high alert the moment she'd started feeling those blasts in the distance, that had urged her to keep her cool and just do as this guy said. She narrowed her eyes slightly at the diminutive figure, crouching slightly so that she was more on his level.

There was no need to panic. She just needed to survive, and take things from there. Struggling not to think about the destruction off in the distance. There wasn't going to be a protagonist to swoop in and save her.

"Well, I can't say no to that."