Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27226023-20150807001143/@comment-27260597-20150825145459

The sickles may have seared flesh and skin off of her but now, Desi felt like all her years of growing older and mature and fearless were burning off of her. She felt like she was still 5 years old, her spirit fully human, not yet demonized. Even the scar on her right ankle which she got cut by a thorn entering the Underworld stung, as if it were fresh.

She was a scared little girl. Her sister was trying to protect her. In one sudden blink, Desi's mind started up again. Her sister got hurt protecting her. How dare they.

"Born a human, die a demon..." Desi growled her life-or-death motto, and ignoring the almost-paralyzing pain in her shoulder area, flew towards Eldrimnir, grabbed the chains, and with all her anger, forced them into her hands, trying to break the chains.

Hopefully, there will be the crack of cold, hard, steel breaking under the demon girl's wrath.