Eris's eyes moved from one person to the next, gazing along the crowd and watching the chaos as people fought and fell. So when the woman paused in the midst of the crowd to gaze upon her, Eris's eyes settled on her. It was not hard to spot the odd one out from the crowd. She didn't fight, she wasn't struggling to get free from the mess. She stood still within the mass of moving bodies and then she vanished within the crowd once more. Eris scanned the crowd quickly. That woman made her uneasy. It wasn't uncommon for her to find someone who could resist her pull but to stand so blatantly amid the crowd of fighting people, even for a moment, that took guts that typical people didn't have. Did a super arrive? Was she about to have a serious fight on her hands? Anxiety brought her to her feet as she searched the crowd for the woman's face. She had well and truly lost her. That was, until she stilled once more to take a photo of Eris.


Orbs of crimson light locked onto her and she sneered at the woman. Who was she to take Eris's photograph? Who even was this woman? How dare she! She was going to show the woman the error of her ways as she raised the microphone to her lips, only to pause as her eyes moved to a newcomer in the crowd. Eris watched as an angelic being rose up from the mass of people and produced a shield to block projectiles. Eris's mouth fell slack-jaw at the sight for only a moment before she began to cackle loudly as the woman tried to call the raging crowd.


Eris brought the mic to her lips once more. [color=#c0001d]“We all are men, in our own natures frail, and capable of our flesh; few are angels.”[/color] She paused for a moment as she watched the woman circle above the crowd. When flames ignited the shield, Eris raised a hand to the sky as if to reach out and grasp the angel. [color=#c0001d]“And yet, we find ourselves within one's presence. Oh angel of fire and rage! Have you come to drag us to hell?”[/color] She cackled again, her hand dropped down by her side. Her magic flared within the palm of her empty hand, a small vortex of crimson energy but before she could cast out her bolt of little damage, a voice entered into her head.


Eris froze. Her eyes grew wide as the whole world around her was forgotten except for the voice echoing inside her head. [color=#c0001d][i][b]No.[/b][/i][/color] This was the worst possible thing that could happen at that moment.[color=#c0001d][i] [b]No, no, no, no![/b][/i][/color] She could feel Kersey shift within her mind as if slowly waking from a long rest. [color=#c0001d][i][b]Get out of my head![/b][/i][/color] The voice continued, speaking of madness and pain. Eris dropped the mic, clasping her hands to either side of her head as she tried to somehow push the voice out. [color=#c0001d][i][b]Out![/b][/i][/color] She roared within her mind.


Help each other? This voice wanted to help her? It had no idea what it was doing! Eris could feel Kersey shift again and she reached out to mentally grab the girl and slam her back into the darkness. She wasn't done playing! She wasn't ready to hand over control again! Out in the physical world, Eris had dropped to her knees while still clinging to her head. Her magic swirled around her like a violent tornado of crimson. As Kersey settled back once more into the dark abyss of their mind, Eris finally allowed her arms to drop from her head and looked around at the people. She was breathing heavily as she scanned the crowd. Her eyes fell on the woman she had spotted earlier, the same one who had taken her photograph. She was staring intently at Eris and when they locked eyes, a growl left the enraged woman. She slowly began to rise back to her feet, her eyes locked on the woman at the railing until she heard the loud “You,” come from the angel above.


She reluctantly ripped her eyes from the woman to look up at the enraged angel above. [color=#c0001d]“Great,”[/color] she muttered to herself as she gained control of the spiraling vortex about her and condensed it down into her hands. [color=#c0001d]“Yeah, me! What about me?”[/color] Her sarcastic, witty remarks were left behind as she realized she was solely outnumbered here. She needed to get out of this mess before she found herself hurt or worse, dead. She took one more look at the woman by the railing, giving a quick judgment of whether or not she was a friend or foe before she turned her full attention on the angry celestial being. She fired the condensed chaos at the woman. She hoped it would at least by her some time as the wooden floor of the stage began to liquefy and she began to sink below it.

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