A Deep Divide

Staring out through red hazed orbs, the anger than had clouded her vision was reflecting the color of the blood that was now pooling in the tattered cloth of the now unfamiliar face. Her temper overcame her like a short fuse that seemed to ignite itself out of nowhere; pulled into the darkness by the malevolent force that had awoken the brainwashing pathways that were reminiscent of her past. The explosion would catch her wife by surprise, leaving her shattered and vulnerable to the strength of her puppeteer's command. Kalina Inari had been forced to succumb to the animalistic nature that consumed her now, and gave her the sole urge to destroy anything that stood in her way despite the pleas and cries of her true consciousness that had been pushed to the backside.

Her violence was in her way of speaking, spelling out her pleas in the silent efforts her real consciousness made to pull her punches as much as she could. Kalina knew everything about her wife; every perceived flaw, every vulnerability and she knew where to put the pressure. That of the puppeteer in this instance had tapped into that information to bring Yukiko the greatest amount of pain as she could, as if watching the woman she love be taken over by a dark force wasn't enough pain. Like twisting a finger in a bullet hole, she reminded Yukiko of her pains, her worst memories, and how the love she had come to rely on was so easily shattered by the control of Shattered Dusk. It was like a vexing of the soul, turning it into a demon that was twisted and distorted, but it was something strong that radiated like the lightning dancing across her skin. Her skin was a sore looking red, small bruises forming on the knuckles of her hands, but it was nothing compared to the lacerations that are painted on the skin of her opponent. Kalina was intoxicated with emotion she had no intention of ever feeling towards the woman she married, and the acidity of the betrayal of her mind was residing in her stomach and waiting to be spat out of her mouth in foul and vulgar words towards those that inflicted this brainwashing hold on her. Though she was going to screech them with every ounce of breath that dwelled in her lungs, all that was erupting was a primal growl. As if those that controlled her knew that her words were her strength, and they wanted to make her as weak as possible so that she was just a bystander as her body was commanded to destroy the thing she loved most.