Demons formed of twisted memories, Nightmarish creatures pulled from the deepest reaches of the mind and the over active imagination of a child, and the countless sneering faces of horrible high school bullies whose every cackle and comment left a scar deep in her heart for years to come.
Belladonna fought all of them. Slamming her fists into their faces, feeling their blood splatter across her knuckles as their bodies slumped to the floor. The last one she gave especially merciless punches to, just to wipe the irritating smirks off of their faces.
However for every one that fell, two more quickly took their place. It was an endless onslaught of everything that dwelled within Vestra's mind, whether she was aware of it or not.
The worst part of all, was when they managed to hit her. Not because of the damage they dealt, Belladonna could handle pain like no other.
What killed her about every blow or slash that hit her, was the understanding of how Vestra's abilities worked.
