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Post by Ayen on Sept 15, 2024 11:32:47 GMT -6
A chill shot down Ayanna's spine as she was face to face with her own shadow. And as it violated her very being Ayanna cried out in agony as a part of her was torn from her. A part of her dear and personal. Her blue eyes then went down towards the store owner and she witness his revival. The teenager was relieved and now cried tears of joy as she clung to her father who was just dead mere seconds prior. Shot down by her very own bullet.
Ayanna put the Beretta away. It could offer nothing more but death and despair at this point. Ayanna stood there frozen as Jean came up to her and spoke his words. Revealing the dark truth of the matter. That he now had in his possession her human soul and if she didn't do what he asked he would tear it away. Leaving her just an empty void of rage and terror. Ayanna didn't want to know what would happen if only her demon half was left.
Ayanna said nothing in reply to Vilain. She just stood there. In a state of shock. Despair. Her eyes just hanging downward to the floor. She had tasted defeat before, but nothing like this. She was now at the mercy of something far worse than a devil. Something she couldn't put into words. She should have been like the others.
And ran.
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Post by Jean Vilain on Sept 15, 2024 11:53:52 GMT -6
Jean could taste it—the fear, the despair, the bitterness of defeat. It was palpable, sweet even, lingering in the air as Ayanna stood frozen. He savored it, watching with amusement as the weight of his words and actions slowly crushed her spirit.
She finally snapped. Her feet moved, driven by instinct, as she turned and bolted from the scene, her breaths quick and panicked. Jean’s smile widened, eyes gleaming with a predator’s delight. He didn’t pursue—there was no need. He had already won.
“Au revoir, Ayanna!” he called out in smooth, mocking French, his voice echoing through the store as her footsteps faded into the distance.
Jean lingered for a moment, satisfied. He relished the chaos left in her wake—the trembling cashier clutching her father, and the echoes of Ayanna’s anguish. It had all gone exactly as planned. With a final glance at the scene, Jean disappeared into the shadows once more, knowing their paths would cross again. It was inevitable.
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