The burning stopped abruptly.
The blue glow began to recede, fading inward like a tide pulling back from shore, until the golden slit pupil dilated wide, almost swallowing the blue entirely.
"Give power to... slaughter my enemies..."
[...Your body is untrained... You will die in a few months... That is, if luck shines on you...]
"G-Give power... to slaughter my enemies..." she repeated, tears streaming from her dead eyes down an expressionless face.
[The power inside just this eye is still imnse... even for a powerful human it woul—]
"Give power... sniff... to s... slaughter my... enemies... sniff, sniff... P-Please... I h-have to atone...sniff... Please..."
[...Very well...]
***
CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
CRUNCH. CRUNCH.
The wet, rhythmic impacts echoed through the ruined square like soone pounding raw at with a dull hamr; with each strike sending up small sprays of red fluid, bone fragnts, and clumps of matted hair.
The naked and burned girl, Parvaneh, knelt hunched over what remained of a teenage girl with dark hair, her blistered hands wrapped tightly around a jagged chunk of broken stone.
Her skin was a horror map of black char and weeping red where the Eye of the Star Dragon had eaten into her flesh; thin wisps of smoke still rose from her shoulders, arms, and thighs like dying incense.
She didn’t twitch from the burns, and she didn’t pause with her assault. She just kept bringing the stone down with chanical, unfeeling force.
"Uwah... How long has she been hitting that?" Tera asked, hovering a few feet away with her arms crossed loosely.
Her voice carried a mix of morbid curiosity and faint boredom as she stared at the scattered head—once a teenage girl with dark hair—now reduced to an unrecognizable pulp of bone shards, brain matter, and dark blood slowly spreading across the dirt.
"Oh no, she must’ve taken power from Seraphina’s eye," Titania knelt beside the girl, her wings folding tight against her back in visible distress.
Her violet eyes shimred with genuine sorrow as she watched the slow self-immolation. "She’s going to burn off in a bit... How sad."
"And this massacre..." Tesa drifted slowly over the carnage, taking in the full scope of the horror.
So flailing innards seed to twitch in shallow pools of gore; crushed skulls lay split open like overripe lons; so severed limbs had been tossed aside in careless heaps.
In one corner near a collapsed wall, several bodies had been forcefully stuffed into a tight, unnatural pile—their limbs bent backward at terrible angles, torsos compressed like chewed-up food, and their faces painted in expressions of final terror.
"It was possibly done by bandits," Titania said softly, reaching out to touch the pure girl’s back with tender care.
Her fingers hovered just above the blistered, smoking skin—close enough to feel the heat radiating off her, but not quite making contact. "She probably got pissed and asked the eye to give her its power... And that stupid dragon must’ve agreed! It only caused more bloodshed!"
Tera glanced at the teenage girl whose skull was being thodically crushed.
The dark-haired head was barely recognizable anymore; matted hair caked with blood and dirt, one eye popped free and staring blankly at the sky, jaw shattered into splinters.
Then Tera spoke directly to the pure girl, her voice calm but firm."Enough already. She’s dead."
But the pure girl still silently continued to smash the stone into the ruined head; over and over, not listening to anyone, or seeing anything beyond the dead teenager.
BURST!
Tera’s small foot went up in a blur and ca down hard.
The impact was explosive, as the remaining skull and upper chest cavity detonated into a wet spray of bone shards and black paste, splattering across Parvaneh’s arms, chest, and face in thick, sticky splashes.
"Hey! What are you doing?!" Titania gripped Tera’s collar instantly, yanking her back as though ready to fight, her wings flaring wide in outrage.
"Kyaahhh! P-Please do not hit !" Tera exaggeratedly threw her head away, dramatic and theatrical, hands raised in fake surrender. "This human possibly did sothing truly terrible and is only paying for it."
"Huh?! Let humans settle human problems," Titania released the collar with a huff and glanced back at the pure girl.
Parvaneh was still crying; her silent, steady tears cutting clean paths through the soot and blood on her cheeks.
Her burned fingers now lightly traced the contours of the ruined body in front of her, almost reverent and almost loving, as though morizing every broken line and every final curve.
[Was... there really nothing to be done...? Did everyone have to die? Why could we not be friends? Was everything my fault...?]
Tera picked up on the raw and aching thought looping endlessly in the girl’s mind.
Then she sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping.
"Uh, Your Majesty," Tera raised a hand.
"No, I’m not letting you sleep with the corpses," Titania huffed imdiately, cutting her off.
"Hold on, how far do you think I can go for cock?!" Tera showed visible shock at Titania’s claim, eyes slighty widening in genuine offense. "No, I ant... We can take this human and make her into a fairy. That way, her soul will not be extinguished by Seraphina’s power."
"Oh! That could work," Titania chirped, wings fluttering once with sudden hope. "But aren’t all the offspring flowers used now?"
"Your Majesty, we could rge her with another one," Tesa added, drifting closer. "Twins are amazing."
"Absolutely." Tera agreed with a sharp nod.
"Great! Then it’s done!" Titania smiled, satisfied, clapping her small hands together. "We just have to either get her soul out, or wait for her body to die."
"Huh? That sounds like a lot of wasted ti," Tera said flatly.
And, without warning, she thrust her hand sharply through the pure girl’s chest; her fingers piercing the flesh and bone like they were wet paper.
From Parvaneh’s back, Tera pushed out her still-beating heart.
It pulsed weakly for a few seconds in the fairy’s grip—red and glistening, wet with blood—then Tera squeezed it tightly.
A final, wet squelch... Then the heart burst between her fingers, blood dripping in thick lines to the ground.
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