[center][url=https://fontmeme.com/tattoo-fonts/][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190126/6f3b7c199289db73652af25cc3fd8c95.png[/img][/url] [url=https://youtu.be/hbfw0Pf462E]Mood Music[/url][/center] Opening her door to her small house, Rowyn slipped in and shut the door behind her. A sigh escaped her lips as she finally got away from the few prying eyes left on the street. She didn’t live in the best part of Seren’s Folley and drunks tended to hang around the area as well as just those who walked the darker paths of life. She had already proven to not be someone to mess with though, a drunk meeting her when she was possessed. It was luck that he survived. Slipping her shoes off and stripping her bloodied dress off, Rowyn picked the dress up and carried it with her bag over to a table in the corner, barely visible in the faint moonlight coming in the window. Picking up flint and steel, she lit a candle quickly, using the lit candle to light more candles providing light in her small home. A deep breath escaped her as she felt her body relax. The air was stale but the candles were slowly breathing life into the place as they burned, the flicker of the flame leaving dancing shadows on the creaking walls. Walking to her large basin of water, Rowyn took a bucket off the shelf above the basin and scooped some water from the basin, careful to avoid getting her hands in the water. She took the bucket to another smaller basin and poured some water into it before setting the bucket besides the small table the small basin sat on. Sitting on the stool before the basin, Rowyn got to work scrubbing her hands with a bar of soap and a rough brush. The water slowly turning pink as the blood slowly washed off her hands. Looking up, Rowyn met eyes with herself, her golden eyes shimmering in the fire light, reflected in a broken shard of a mirror she had scavenged. As the candlelight flickered, a dancing shadow seemed to grow darker. [center][url=https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/d1/74/0e/d1740e11bd8f151de0874373017a7f17.jpg?b=t]Her[/url] | [url=https://i-h2.pinimg.com/564x/d9/d2/3b/d9d23bc1fc2f9955b144c735fb9e9e80.jpg?b=t]Demon [/url] [sup](2 pics)[/sup][/center] Rowyn blinked and upon her eyes reopening, a dark form of inky black was behind her. Its eyes just two glowing white eyes. For most, this sudden appearance would have freaked them out. But to Rowyn it was normal. If she were to turn around, there would be nothing but emptiness behind her. The figure was simply a figment of her imagination, a hallucination of a sense. [color=FFB90F][b]“So you decided to show yourself?”[/b][/color] Rowyn asked, though it was clear the question was rhetorical. [i][color=B22222]‘I always show myself to just you. You are mine, my lovely.’[/color][/i] The demon said, his voice reverberating through her head as her lifted a strand of her hair in the reflection, no hair moving outside the mirror shard. [color=FFB90F][b]“I’m not yours.”[/b][/color] Scrubbing at her hand harder, Rowyn practically hissed at him. She hated him calling her ‘my lovely’. She was disgusted by it and him. [color=FFB90F][b]“Some witch will happily be yours. Or just go find my mother in hell where you should be and she can be yours.”[/b][/color] [i][color=B22222]‘My lovely lovely girl. You have always been mine well before you were born. Don’t fight it. I’ll make your life blissful as we bring hell to earth through your womb.”[/color][/i] The figure moved from one side of Rowyn to the other side of her. The voice in her head moving along with it. [i][color=B22222]‘All human men are inferior to me.’[/color][/i] Anger could be felt from the demon inside Rowyn. His anger pushing at her own emotions. [i][color=B22222]‘That damn man from earlier was too close to what belongs to me. Your womb is mine and mine only. WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME KILL HIM!?”[/color][/i] Rowyn finished cleaning her hands and threw the brush into the water, causing it to splash up and onto the mirror as she stood up. The figure behind her dispersing into the shadows as she turned and went to her dresser. [color=FFB90F][b]“My womb is mine and mine only until I choose to give it to another. I WILL find a way to get rid of you.”[/b][/color] She practically threw her drawer open and pulled her huntress gear out, quickly getting dressed, sliding on the jacket last. The demon laughed in her mind as she went to her main table where her bag was, shelves of herbs and small bottles of premade herbal medicines, plus other items for making said medicines. She was quick to unpack her bag and replace the low supplies with more supplies and added new items, anything she saw fit for treating wendigo wounds. Rowyn had to stop though as the demon’s laugh overwhelmed her. Placing her hands on the table she leaned back and hung her head down. [i][color=B22222]‘My lovely. You have tried so hard to rid me. Do the cross shaped scars and memories of burns from holy water and holy oil not doing anything show you that? Or how none of your medicines nor your poisons with antidotes did anything? You can’t get rid of me my lovely. I will forever be here and come your 25th birthday I will make it official. You will be my bride and bare my children. Now speak my name my lovely. Speak it knowing one day it will be the name of your husband.”[/color][/i] Rowyn’s grip on the table tightened as a single tear escaped her eyes, she knew he was right. There was no hope in keeping her from her fate. A shaky breath was taken before she did as she was asked, [center][color=FFB90F][b]“Yes Rakshasa.”[/b][/color][/center]