Facing the Music

The day had grown long. Too long in her mind, as she gave an uncharacteristic growl while facing her brother. Her facial expression could only be described as furious as she recalled the carnage that he could and had produced on a regular basis. Hell, the woman had witnessed it herself. Vasilisa still felt her stomach sicken as she saw the eviscerated and dismembered corpses. How could one person contain such monstrosity within their soul? Wronged by one person and the retaliation was destroying every person remotely related to them regardless of their guilt. She could not understand that logic particularly when dealing with young children. How could the blame of what their parents committed fall in their laps? Revenge.....it was a cycle that could only be broken. Yet her fury rose once more as she remembered how he had unceremoniously dumped those massive mound of body parts encased in mountains of ice. Left in her city. Where innocent children and good people would be tormented by those images months if not years. Exposing such harsh realities at a young age was not only unfair but psychologically damaging, framing their mind in a manner that could only give way to pessimism with the addition of other experiences. No, she would not stand for her children being exposed to such nonsense. Only madness followed that route.

"If you ever. EVER. Attempt any of that bullshit again and my children see it...you won't be able to hide. I will tear this world apart to find you. You will pay dearly to the point of wishing you were dead," she snarled, her voice a volatile mix of fire and ice. Her form began to blur, a darker entity seeming to appear in bits and pieces. Her frame barked with pain that seemed to grow worse with each passing day. It only added to a temper that had lost its carefree and laid-back nature. Now brooding and rage-filled with a desire to shred those who harmed she held dear.