Evaberry

She sat on the footsteps of her beloveds home, grieving for him. She had killed him, with her own two hands, no less. He had been cheating on her for years and she had just learned of it, so she had to get revenge. He has not allowed her to attack the other woman with the sharp butcher knife, so in a fit of rage, she attacked both of them instead. Her face contorted with darkness. The sensation of killing.....she enjoyed it immensely, it was like a high, a deadly high, sacrificing other people for her own pleasure. The dark red liquid that squirted out of the bodies and pooled around the room was like fine gold to her eyes. She found it exot

There was once a girl in the blossom of her youth adorning a floor-length and flowing white dress. She twirled and danced in the snow, the bone chilling winds that started to brew a storm did not affect her. Her dress was blotted and soaked thoroughly with the crimson shade of blood. In contrast to the red though, her skin was as pale as the snow her bare feet tread upon. Lightly dragging her sharpened rapier behind her, dripping with the essence of the unfortunate men, she lightly walked past rows of slain men, equipped fully with armor and weapons of all kinds. She occasionally lifted her arm and swung at the body's necks and closed her eye