Savage Ascent

They say that, when you’re bleeding to death from a traumatic injury, you go numb before you die. Your body gets cold and starts to shut down, granting you the slightest reprieve from the pain. I looked it up after Mom died. I wanted to believe, to think that her final few seconds were numb rather than filled with the pain of every bit of destruction those monsters inflicted on her.

It didn’t make me feel better, but at least now I can say it’s true.

My injury might not be physical but I’m definitely bleeding. The pain bled into rage, which gave way to a deep, impenetrable cold. I’m numb, but I know the pain and rage are right there waiting, just beneath the surface, ready to lend their strength when I need them.

When it’s time.

My vengeance won’t be sweet. It will be bitter and violent and bloody. There will be cutting and tearing and the rending of flesh. I can’t cry. Not yet. Once I let the grief in, I’ll break.

There’s no time to break.

Not until everyone who hurt them is dead.

I refrained from killing an unarmed Pixie Dust, but I will kill her. I gave them a warning. They know I’m coming. But the thrill of the hunt will make it all the more satisfying when I rip them to pieces. My last order of business will be to make sure the entire world knows. To give every Descendant the chance to repent, fight, or flee.

Then I’ll destroy anyone who stands against me.

I’ll hunt down anyone who runs.

I’m coming for the Descendants.

And there’s no one left who’s powerful enough to stop me.