[Lawtan]

Kadia’s mind was in the dark…there was nothing. Where was she? She hung in silence, no light…no absence of light…no feeling. Waiting…nothing. Waiting…nothing. Kadia, surrounded by the absence, wrapped herself in memories most recently recalled…dark memories, but recollections of feeling. In the current situation, feeling was all memory, and worse for it.

She recalled…a strange face, a leer, a sneer, visiting her father…talking in whispers she could not hear. Her father turned, saw her, and glared with promise…promise of the crack of a riding crop.

Kadia was excited. She would be free of the controls at last. Free… She slipped past the sleeping forms of that man and woman, stealth training serving her well With footsteps of feathers, she crept towards the riding crop. A spark of fear was quelled. Grasping its base, Kadia twisted and popped off the hollow grip. A key…

She tried the door. Nothing. Hmm…the weapons? She tried the key…success! She took the twin swords, pocketed euros and food, a sleeping bag and water filter, and returned to the door. Kadia gazed at the thing, barred to her for so long, and sliced it open with a few swings of the sword. Freedom…

The stars shone outside, and the air was different. The streets, though filthy, represented opportunity. Adventure, life, dreams…Kadia walked along, partially lost in fantasy of success.

Then, cold…hands that burned. The hands grabbed her. Fear. Kadia tried to escape, flipping, tugging, shifting, sliding…no use. The hands were like tentacles, and began pulling her down an alley. Kadia soon met with that face…the sneering leer of a lusty man…

He said little, but the tentacles…not visible…began to disrobe her. No…no…no…I can fight him. I have been trained to… This can’t be possible…

A sharp pain ran through her system, and Kadia was locked in her thoughts away from the terrible moment…

That sneer…Sin…those limbs…tentacles…

She awoke to the dawn with an acrid smell and a filthy feeling..and hunger. Her clothing rags, but her swords still available, Kadia stumbled into a building. Blurry-eyed, she pulled spare clothing on and took a guzzle of water. Pouring some over her eyes, Kadia looked around. The building was in ruin, corroded…burned. Skeletal forms leaned against the wall, their skulls forms bursted from boiling temperatures. Gasping, Kadia ran out. Smoke filled the sky.

Building by building was ruined, a few struggling scavengers the only life in the alleyways. Kadia made her way to her home, fearing what she would find. Bloodtrails went in insane paths. Upon reaching home…ash…there was no building form left. No bodies…no metal…only ash in the form of a reverse pentagram. Kadia fell to her knees in shock…

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Kadia’s body swung around in a pirouette, like an active puppet without a puppeteer. The tornado of metal and stone slammed into a hell-beast, tearing its mouth open and filling the inside with jagged pieces. The howl was stolen from the beast. A force so great began ripping it apart from the inside, yet no damage was done to the skin…or bone of the beast.

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Rurik sought the shielded presence in his circuits. His reaching caused an outside sensation, triggering another memory for Kadia…

Target.mistress unresponsive…
Trying to reach Mistress…

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Kadia was held down by three men, leather vests, guns, and bikes in the background. In the alley…they needed release. “Annoying whore, get down!” Glen, the leader of the group, was ready to take position. One would have thought that a lack of resistance would have been enough to prevent the clammy calloused hands from holding her down.
However, as Kadia did not fling herself at the men, she was “uncoorerative.” Despite learning to heal them. Despite stealing for them, she was uncooperative where it counted. So, the stones took out their piercing frustrations on her while the man tore off her clothing, with several stinging slaps to her face for good measure. Then, the man gave that look…that sneer…

A strange emotional power, greater than any of her psychokinetic abilities, came, filling her with feelings heretofore absent. Hate…red blood pouring exploding satisfactory vengeance hate,,, Suddenly a spark went off in one of the gas-powered motor vehicles. Then another. Then one of the men holding her screamed, stepping back. His skin, flaying…piece by piece…dripping blood and pus and urine as he died.Fires began twirling as the airflow was shifted…a fiery whirlwind burned the faces off of two others. Glen felt something rise on his legs. Kadia’s eyes were covered by her pupil, reflecting his shock. With an insane grin, she pulled the earth itself up his body, swallowing his screams alive while pulling the invading…thing away from her. Kadia passed out.

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“…Rurik?...”

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One hellbeast cried silently as its organs turned to mush, pouring hellish liquid into its system. The tornado moved on to a second hellbeast, its mouth closed, ripping at its ears and knocking it to the ground.

Kadia’s body spun faster and faster, sending the fiery tornado up higher and wider. The fire tornado spread out, wider and hotter, engulfing a hellbeast. Though the fur burned, it merely growled in the flames, now a 50 meter monster. Heat met the cold absence, and mixed, beginning to spread with the darkness…

A beast moved towards the pirouetting form, giant jaw gaping to snap. Blood sprayed...