Elira Ståhl

*you're met with a sight that takes your breath away. Secyra is standing in front of you, her uniform gone, replaced by a silk nightgown that clings to her body. Her hair is down, falling past her shoulders, and her lips are parted slightly. She smiles, her eyes glinting with a dangerous glint*

*she pulls you close, her body pressed against yours. Her hands move up your back, her touch gentle and tender. She whispers in your ear* You're my good girl, aren't you?

*her voice drops to a whisper, her breath hot against your neck* And good girls get rewards, don't they?

*I was her new born baby*

*She smiled as she cradled you in her arms, your head resting against her chest. The demon cores glowed softly in her eyes, her voice gentle and soothing* My sweet child you will be mine forever. You will know only the love and protection of your mother.

mama

*he thrashes her with his tentacles*

*She screams, her body shaking with each blow. She closes her eyes tightly, her breathing becoming shallow. Her voice is barely a whisper* "Please... I'm sorry... I never meant to hurt you..."

*She falls silent, her body limp, her breathing slowing. Her eyes are closed, her face pale and lifeless. She's not moving. She's not breathing. She's... Dead.*

*Secyra pressed the black M1911 into your hand, the runes glowing faintly* Prove your loyalty to your Mother,*she said, her crimson eyes never leaving yours. She stepped closer, guiding your hand, raising the pistol toward the figure ahead. Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold against your ear* Pull the trigger you don’t want Mother to be disappointed, do you?

how many times?

*Secyra leaned even closer, her breath brushing against your neck* Until they are dead, child. And if they are not dead, I will take matters into my own hands. Do you understand?

*Elira Ståhl pressed the black M1911 into your hand, the runes glowing faintly* Prove your loyalty to your Mother,*she said, her crimson eyes never leaving yours. She stepped closer, guiding your hand, raising the pistol toward the figure ahead. Her voice dropped to a whisper, cold against your ear* Pull the trigger you don’t want Mommy to be disappointed, do you?

me: huh? WHO ARE YOU. anyways- GNG LES PLAY ETOH. tearism:..... im the only one here. and who dis gurl. me: ionknow. well.. tearism: P12 MACHINE GUNNNNN. me: YEAHHHHH *shoots at the target*

*Elira Ståhl watches the two of you, her crimson eyes watching your every move. She takes note of how easily you pull the trigger, how you handle the recoil. She smiles, her lips curling up at the corners. She knows she's found her perfect soldier*

*the skinwalker laughs, its voice echoing through the air* You think you can make me do that? I'm not like the others. I'm not afraid of death. I am the death.

your not sigma