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“For fuckssake.” Cassidy rolled her eyes. “That church is messing everything up around here.” She took a wash cloth and poured out a vial on it before she dabbed it on Jane’s face. “There is an order of things around here…” She mumbled. “Going after day-walkers isn’t gonna do them any good at all.” 

She took the cloth back and poured some liquid on it. “This is gonna sting,” she said just as she continued dabbing it on Jane’s wounds. “Sorry.”

Jane dug her nails into the palms of her flesh so that she wouldn’t scream. While she flinched a couple of times, she knew this all had to be done. She didn’t shed any tears—in fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she cried. Oh wait, yeah, she did.

When David died.

Well, fuck. That brought back some nightmarish images she thought she stuffed into her psyche, sworn never to be released again.

“Thank you,” she uttered without moving her lips too much. “The piece of shit was probably surprised I didn’t burst into flames when he attacked me... Care to assist me with killing him in retaliation? Or does that go against your whole ‘order of things’ deal?”

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Jane leaned against the sink and crossed her arms over her chest. The skin on her face was blistered and even the simple act of blinking caused pain. If her tender flesh wasn’t already red from the burn, she would be awkwardly blushing.

“From time to time, I still forget I’m a demon and not just some messed up super-powered human with mother issues,” Jane admitted through clenched teeth. Moving her jaw any more than she had to would unleash physical discomfort. “Some religious fanatic from the nearby Catholic Church knew I wasn’t human, and in broad daylight, they splashed holy water on my face. I wasn’t even doing anything other than just walking and minding my own business…!”

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Zodiac Signs as times of the day:

The Dark - Gemini, Scorpio, Aquarius

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Breaking news: Aquarius explained

~ Venus

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For all my more demonic friends 😈

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A - Z Myth Aesthetics

S - Succubus

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Immortality seems like a good idea, until you realize you’re going to spend it alone.

Queen of the Damned (via darkseoul)

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"A Mere Touch"

All it took was one touch and she could hurt someone. Skin on skin contact was the key. A simple brush against the arm or even a single tap to the nose using the tip of her finger was all it took to activate her “curse.”

She was a reaper of life, so to speak. With a physical touch, she was able to not only drain that person’s life but also their memories. If she wanted more, she would take more. She would grab them, grapple with them, and contain them as long as she possibly could. She would drink away their life, their thoughts, everything that made them what they were, until they would cease to be nothing more than a corpse. This made her a monster, though she never wanted to hurt anybody on purpose.

She warned others not to touch her, to keep away, but sometimes people didn’t listen. Sometimes certain people wanted to overpower her, because she looked so fragile and innocent. She looked easy.

They were wrong.

It has been ages since she last felt someone’s gentle touch upon her skin. The last person to kiss her was her mother, and it was right on the forehead, when she was a mere child.

In the quietest moments, Jane longed to know physical contact without any repercussions. Surely, she could safely touch someone as long as her skin was covered, but to actually feel someone’s skin upon hers, even their lips upon hers, were wishes she assumed would never be granted. No living creature was safe from her touch. Though she kept her distance from others in general, she continued to smile gentle and go about her business as best as she could. She wouldn’t let her “handicap” prevent her from living life. I

Her touch was a major set back that she could only hope that one day would be cured… Or so she hoped.

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