It wasn't enough.

Guilt was throwing everything she had at this guy, and he was shrugging it all off. Who WAS this asshole? She'd never met an opponent who was able to fend her off this easily. How could he be this powerful? Goddamnit. Was she really outclassed here? Was her power, her training, her dedication, simply not enough?

No. She wouldn't accept it. Her life was expendable, her survival unnecessary. Reaching forward, she blasted him with everything that she had. Bullets, missiles, hand grenades... everything near the man was blasted into oblivion. Buildings ripped to shreds by shrapnel and waves of force as this unrelenting barrage tore through the street. Any other foe would have been reduced to shredded flesh, but this guy seemed to be invincible. Anything that came close enough to hurt him was simply redirected, or destroyed before it could detonate. Guilt could feel the strain on her own body as she pushed Void to the limit, unleashing waves of compressed air, poisonous gasses, and buckets of acid. Her entire arsenal was being unleashed. Her mouth, her throat, her lungs, it burned. Her gas mask was broken again. She barely noticed, as she felt bloodlust consuming her mind.

He had to die. He had to DIE. For the sake of the city.... for the sake of those she had lost... for the sake of her own redemption... all of her reasons seemed to ring hollow right now. Forgotten and alone in the corners of her mind. In truth, she had lost any good reason for continuing this. But she couldn't stop. She couldn't back down. It was as if this man were personally responsible for every torture and trial she had gone through, for every little agony she had been made to endure. And like a flood, her hatred flowed forth from her to consume him mind, body and soul.

Little did she realize that she was the one being consumed.

For a moment, as Guilt opened her eyes, she was floating. Above her a bright white, below her the deepest black. And she could feel herself in between the two, in a second drawn out into eternity. In that moment, that eternity, she was empty. First, she reached out towards the white. But the white was too far, too high, too great. And she could feel it, from deep down below. It was the power that she sought. It was the power she thought she had obtained. The power to change everything, to make everything better again. The power with which she would never again fail, never again watch the deaths of those she cared about. The power to destroy everything and everyone that dared stand in her way. And, even as she realized this, she began to fall. Or had she been falling this entire time? The white retreated, nothing more than a bright dot in the distance. And as it vanished from view, the darkness consumed her. Body, mind, and soul.

......

Screaming. She was screaming. Blood spit from between cracks in her suit. Blood leaked from her mouth and nose. Purple lightning consumed the area around her, as she writhed on the ground. With a visceral snap her right arm twisted into an unnatural position. Her screaming seemed to ring hollow, her pain distant. As if she wasn't the one experiencing it. Space seemed to warp around her, as the ground cracked and crumbled. With a sound like the ripping of claws through flesh, and a screech no human being could have produced, rends seemed to appear in space itself. The blood pouring from her shattering body seemed to flow into the air, twisting and turning, as lightning boiled her flesh. Like the arm of some unearthly creature, a faintly see-through purple appendage burst from seemingly thing air, as if reaching into our world from another. It's mere touch seemed to bend, distort, the space around it. It reached out, even as another appendage burst forth from another crack in this realm's borders. Twisting, distorting, perverting, destroying. The very air seemed to boil, and Guilt screamed with a thousand disembodied voices. Agony, laced with hatred. Twisted into something inhuman. Something a little but greater, but so much lesser. Guilt seemed to shake and sob as these twisted limbs took her, flowing over her, bending her. Breaking her bones, twisting her flesh, draining her blood, consuming her whole. 

.....

What stood up, was not Guilt. It had no eyes, and stared into the world with empty black eye sockets. It had no voice, it's lips molten into one another, mouth sealed shut. Gashes and tears had formed all over her body, and brilliant purple pseudopods emerged from these holes, as if making up for her failures. They moved as if they were a part of her, hauling her up even as her legs twisted beneath her. Her veins bulged, filled with something quite unlike blood, and alien to this dimension. Although her own limbs barely moved, four twisting inhuman purple pseudopods had formed, elongating and shifting form unnaturally. Eyes, almost human and yet clearly not, appeared upon the skin of these limbs. A dozen eyes, glaring at all around her, them, it. Everything that had been 'Guilt', everything that had been 'Maya', had left this world. This creature, this abomination, was Void, born into this world from hatred and bloodlust.

As Void emerged into this world, several of it's eyes locked onto it's prey. Even as one or two of the eyes stared down the Wraithlord, Void began to advance on it's prey. Pseudopods undulating, with every step leaving a twisting mark in the floor. Then, with what sounded like a dozen voices screaming in unison, it shot forward at superhuman speeds, limbs flying towards the stranger. Wraithlord had been completely ignored, as Void shot past them.