"Sell Your Soul" [Private / Magic Training]

The action seemed as simple as a teleport to a mortal but it was all the more complicated. The rays which cast light and color upon famine bled out in streaks, zapping and blurring downwards in fuzzy pixels of color as she vanished.

Famine, appeared again between her other self in a similar fashion. Both her night dress and ravished locks of her caramel colored hair were left swirling like they had been blown by the breeze in the time shift. The bare soles of her feet pressed firmly into the chapel’s floor, and her toes curled inward as if she were preparing to stand her ground between this dimension’s Heero and herself. Silence fell in the air between them as Famine, with her own shadow looming over her injured form, glowered up at the lightning slayer with deep loathing. Now she remembered why it was she hated his existence so strongly. She cursed him, his guild, and everyone who could have made her better but failed to take the opportunity. They had done more than wronged her. They destroyed her. The reality of it was painful, pain was something she wished to inflict back on them… if only they realized, Fairy Tail, that they only intensified her evolution into this identity-- Famine.

The damned girl stayed still in the silence, mentally gripping the newly acquired weapon between her fingertips: the invisible frays in time. Again, she pondered the reality of this scenario… The theme of her new gift was apparent to her. Like bringing the dead back to life, the alteration of space and its constancy was sinful… but that just added another bullet to the lists of things she’d done when she woke up in the jaws of hell.

The shadow molding mage knew that she wasn’t here, not truly at least- And that Heero wasn’t actually standing here in front of… Despite how real it felt. If she was here again she would have been that beaten girl on the floor… not standing so powerful in the middle of this realistic projection. Somehow this made it easier to want to kill Heero.--Just knowing that there would be no real consequence and she could not carry any true regrets. This copy wasn’t the one that had questioned her strength when she first walked into the guild, stamped the now scarred away crest against her throat, -made her believe he would do anything for her, --never went after her!, truly left her by herself when he’d thrown her to the floor and left her in that mansion, and beat her beyond repair...

Yet… she still hated him for all of it.

That newly opened region in the depths of her mind was triggered again, magic flared through her like her veins were rivers of oil and the magic was it’s fire. Like her physical presence had been snared out of the current time, Famine renders himself invulnerable towards physical contact in a manner that resembling intangibility.

Famine thrusted a firmly clenched fist forward and as if Heero were merely made of water her hand delved into his chest. Time slightly rejected her presence in his body and she became somewhat more tangible-- the once solid-less water becoming slowly thicker like tar. Her fingers curled tightly around the throbbing core shielded behind his ribs

Famine’s features contoured harshly in a menacing vex as her arm came to yank against the organ. There was resistance, but with a final forceful tug she ripped his heart from it’s place, shredding past, muscles, skin, and bone in the process.

There was a pause once she withdrew the jewel. She stared on with her malevolent yet bewildered gaze, a tunnel the size of her fisr left gaping from Heero’s pectoral… Famine turned again to the still pulsing object in her hand. Veins and fleshy, wiry, threads of blood and entrails hung  from the blood oozing heart, parts still attempting to stay connected inside the warm breast she’d lurched it out of.

The mage's eyes stayed connected to the organ clutched within her palm, even as the man’s tall form in front of her tumbled backwards to the floor; plucking the final tethers way with the force. Even the heart even as it stopped beating she remained amazed. Famine’s blood slicked fingers pressed and felt around the now deflating, rubbery skin of his heart as what crimson still inside emptied  and spilled to her feet in fat glue like droplets.

She squeezed mercilessly, crushing and draining it in her palms until finally releasing. The sagging pouch of red-pink tissue hit the bloody puddle with the sound of slapping mud.

The violent mirage around the brunette soon faded of color, world rising up into the red hues of the red room again. Nothing had changed since the last time Famine looked around the spacem. Everything from the placement of the burning candles to the look on  Eris’ pale visage seemed the same. She was silent, still clutching around the invisible blood between her fingers.

Famine’s sapphire hues carefully followed after her ghostly white form pass through a soft and thin curtain which boarded off the balcony. A moment passed and she followed suit, brushing under the veil.

The shadow mage was greeted by luxurious furniture and patio railing…. But the plush seats nor the granite wall marveled her as much as the view out in front of her.

With growing eyes she gazed out, comprehending the skyscrapers of hells and many gleaming, fleshy, structures which surrounded them. There was no way in the world Famine could assume there had been this much outside amid the days she’d lost tangled within the sheets of the warm bed. Slowly, she averted her eyes away from the spider web of lights upon the horizon of hell. “I’m satisfied with my magic… I assume you will pull through with the rest--- regarding the faeries.” Famine murmured with a look back to Eris’ white profile. It was almost disheartening like something wanted her to stay here, but she knew she had been gone too long...

“Like you said I'll have plenty time to be here when I’m dead…” the dark mage’s tone trailed off just as a wry grin touched her lips. “I’ve got a guild to get back to.”