[color=6ecff6][b]Vanessa F. Meriweather[/b][/color][hr]

A stiff breeze was blowing through her hair, as she stood on the very top of the hospital, the dazzling lights of the city reflected in her lifeless eyes. She had long lost care for any sort of modesty, the wind blowing her skirt dangerously around going unnoticed. What use was modesty with such a cursed body like hers.

[color=6ecff6]"This..."[/color] Vanessa held up her hand, the circular serpent design on it an angry red against her skin. [color=6ecff6]"This can help me.... right?"[/color]

She spoke to seemingly no one. A plea to the heavens answered. Whatever demon possessed her, it seemed God has given her guidance. Drawn to this place, her instincts pushing her here to the hospital. She was no murderer, not if she can help it, so she did not enter the hospital proper, but rather only into its darker basements and rooftops, where she claimed the entire hospital as her territory. 

She had prayed to God for salvation, and in her need was given an angel of vengeance through a ring of fire and blood, heralded by mystic smoke and otherworldy pressure. His voice shook the very bones in her body, and his visage sent fear to even the deepest recesses of her mind. If even a sinner like her was given a chance at salvation, given a sword to wield to save themselves, then she would have no reason to hesitate anymore, does she?