Emissary of the Moon

by ghettogeisha

Summary:

In the dimly lit chamber, a mesmerizing sight unfolded before their eyes. Her gaze, a captivating pool of mystery and determination, held unwaveringly on the horizon.

The air was charged with tension as she drew her next breath, and in that very moment, a glimmering blade, like a celestial dance of moonlight, gracefully ascended and came to rest against the delicate skin of her neck. Another blade, a reflection of its counterpart, pressed against her back, its pointed tip delicately grazing the surface with a hint of danger.

The Snake Pillar, a commanding figure exuding authority, posed the question with a voice that carried the weight.

"Who exactly are you? What are you?" questioned the Snake Pillar, his voice dripping with disgust. Murmurs of agreement from the other Pillars filled the silence.

And there she stood, an embodiment of mystery, resilience, and grace, defying expectations and conventions. It was a revelation to the Pillars, for this was their first encounter with a woman of color, shattering preconceived notions, and forever leaving an indelible mark on their collective consciousness.

Chapter 1: Bleeding Blade

Summary:

Bloodied Beginnings.

In the frosty air, spirals of steam escaped her cold, chapped lips, creating an ethereal dance against the backdrop of the darkened surroundings. A tender pink tongue darted out briefly, moistening her lips before she drew in a deep breath, causing the air to manifest visibly at the corners of her mouth, as though the atmosphere itself came alive in response to her presence. In that very instant, her body ignited with a potent surge of energy, akin to the rhythmic waves crashing against unyielding cliffs and tempests raging in the depths of a moonlit night.

Amidst the chilling aura, a swift and deadly dance unfolded. With a resolute strike, the blade met flesh, severing the head of an unsuspecting demon in a seamless motion. As the lifeless body disintegrated into ashes, a solemn yet meaningful prayer was uttered, the blood of the vanquished demon dripping from the blade's pointed tip.

In the aftermath, they gathered the remains of what was once a girl, honoring the innocent soul by laying her to rest and offering fervent prayers for a peaceful rebirth in another life, one unlike the tumultuous existence she had been thrust into. The contrast between the brutality of the battle and the tender compassion her final act gave a deep representation of the Warriors heart.

Notes:

I have a help of a friend and an AI to edit my work to make things more smoothly, and fast. He says I add too much purple prose to my words.

PS
I like anything with purple in it.