[center][h1][color=8FBC8B]Olivia[/color][/h1]
[sub][color=lightgreen][s]Persephone[/s][/color][/sub]
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[color=lightgray][color=8FBC8B]Time:[/color] Evening 
[color=8FBC8B]Location:[/color] Tough Tavern 
[color=8FBC8B]Interactions:[/color] [@princess] Charlotte/Felix/Yuka, [@Lava Alckon] Drake, [@Tpartywithzombi] Ariella, [@CitrusArms] Stratya, [@samreaper] Kazu & [@Tae] Kalliope 
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[color=8FBC8B]Aesthetic:[/color] [color=8FBC8B]♞[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/wTPDkBw.jpeg]Hair[/url] [color=8FBC8B]♞[/color] [url=i.imgur.com/aDxwa4B.jpeg]Outfit with hood[/url]
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Olivia raced off the rafters once the others had acted. She hopped down and somersaulted back onto the balcony floor. Olivia raced to her feet and found the chair empty where she thought she might have seen Felix. Half the bandits were dead or rushing out, yet Marius remained. Thanks to Stratya, there was a bullet that had gone through his brain. Still, life clung to him like wet clothing after a torrential downpour. Olivia moved with ease and ignored the cacophony of noise behind her. Dangerous calm overwhelmed her and she could feel herself shaking like a leaf. That night raced through her mind over and over, like a song stuck on repeat.

[youtube]https://youtu.be/Lhv_yFMuwxs?si=PfDCTuMgVlFKKgDT[/youtube]

[color=8FBC8B][i]”No, please! I won’t come back! Please let me go!”[/i][/color] 

Helplessness rushed through her veins, as the image of her pale, sickly old self returned to her mind’s eye–scraggly blonde hair falling out, sunken hazel eyes, skin pale as snow, her nose, staring up at the visage of Maelan and Marius, trembling uncontrollably…

[color=8FBC8B][i]”Please stop!”[/i][/color]

[i]Loud, rambunctious laughter echoed throughout the home. Before she could move, she was frozen in place and her hands tied behind her back...[/i]

[color=8FBC8B][i]”I-I... I want to go home! I won’t come back, I promise! You… You can have the food![/i][/color] 

Desperation crept into her voice; tufts of blonde hair spilled all over the floor, mixing with red dots…

[color=8FBC8B][i]I’m so hungry; please leave me alone![/i][/color]

[i]Laughter from the two mixed with screams echoed throughout the home like a distorted symphony… Spells, spells she recognized, were utilized. Agony and terror blinded her....[/i]

[color=8FBC8B][i]”That hurts, please stop!”[/i][/color]

[i]Pain swept through her and discomfort; she was desperately trying to cast a spell, but was unable to make a peep. Fire surrounded her greedily, causing her only extreme terror and desperation. Her clothes were ripped and torn off of her, leaving her barely clothed. Taunts of being called "little rabbit," only added salt to the wound.[/i]

[color=8FBC8B][i]”LEAVE-”[/i][/color] 

[i]The laughter became ugly as did the pain, and Persephone laid there limply, strung up on a pole. A puddle of red laid around her mixed with matches. Persephone’s clothes were ruffled and reeked of ash. If she had died, she wouldn’t have known–reality was hell and hell had swallowed her whole. How long it lasted, she didn’t know, days turned into nights and night into days, time became a false construct– until finally, she was released, dazed, confused, and numbed, freezing and utterly humiliated...[/i]


Terrified bargoers were the least of her concern. Nothing else mattered. Olivia could only see red, and around her, a red and black cloud seemed to follow her until she stood in front of Marius. She stared at him seizing on the floor and tilted her head to one side. Maelan’s head, dismembered by Kalliope, lay nearby. It was a shame she was gone, but at least she was no longer able to haunt their reality; only their memories. Liv slowly pulled the knife out of her pocket and knelt in front of him. She grabbed a tuft of his head and forced him to look at her until he was capable. She knew he couldn’t understand her much, but the vengeance was pulsing through her veins. 

[color=8FBC8B]”You might not remember or recognize me,”[/color] she spoke softly, only audible for them. [color=8FBC8B]”But I remember you clearly, Marius.”[/color] She paused then added, [color=8FBC8B]”The starving, burned, and terrified little rabbit you snagged lived to tell the tale. Sometimes, the past comes back to haunt you.”[/color]

She stood up now and grinned malevolently with glee. [color=8FBC8B]”Let’s see how you like it.”[/color] She thought for a moment and then stretched her hand out as black tendrils began forming around her, curling around her like vines, beckoning her to call to them. 

[color=8FBC8B]”Acu Ferro Ignis.”[/color] Pain surged through Olivia, but it was worse for Marius. For him, he would feel a thousand tiny needles piercing his skin. His garbled screams were heart-wrenching, but not for Olivia. His screams came out as music to her ears. She watched him coldly and twirled the knife in her hands. There was a glint in his eyes as he laughed as well within his screams. After listening to it and relishing it, she took the knife and stabbed him in the heart. His screams lingered briefly until it became silent.

Olivia watched him lay there pitifully and kicked him furiously in the head. Rage burned through her as tears consumed her vision. She punched him over and over, not caring that he was unable to feel it or react. Darkness consumed her as she beat him to a pulp.

Finally, she pulled back, sliding to her knees and staring at her bloody, dark tendrilled hands in horror, in the puddle of blood oozing out from him. 

As her heart sank and her eyes returned to green, she whispered, [color=8FBC8B]”Kazumin....”[/color] 

In her peripheral vision, she turned and saw Kalliope faint. Then, she looked up to see two masked people behind her and her blood ran cold, colder than she already felt, and before she could react, they were gone.[/color]