Golly, this is a thing. I will throw my hat into it.
Inspiration via my novel and creative writing class.
“This is not you, please.” a plea, one that fell against deafened ears. The silence that spread across the battlefield, despite the swords that flew and the lives that ended, it drowned out any sort of calamity that flew about.
“Not me,” laughed Evangeline as she licked the blood off the devil’s blade. The taste, sweet to the touch, only enhanced the mania that flew in between Evangeline’s head. “No, darling, this has always been me. I just forgot how good it felt to take the lives of those undeserving to live.”
Vance winced as he stood up slowly; the obvious attempt to move past the wound taken to his abdomen had hardly succeeded. Blood dripped from the cut, deep into his body. Yet, perhaps it wasn’t the only wound. It may have not even been the wound that hurt the worst. It was betrayal that stung more than the gash to his abdomen.
Evangeline walked closer to Vance, her sword high, ready to strike like a cobra. The venom being her own magic. Blood magic. She could have killed Vance instantly, given him a death that was sweet, short. No, she intended to make him pay for his sins, to avenge those he had killed.
Evangeline's sword lit up with a purple mist, potent and brimming with toxins. She inched closer to Vance who swayed side by side, attempting to hold his sword up with as much strength as he could muster.
Spitting blood out of his mouth, Vance weakly held his sword up, his eyes flashing gold as his muscles tensed.
"Oh? A visit by the beast?"
Things came to a stop as Evangeline and Vance's attention were turned away as Fletcher stepped forward alone. He didn't wear blood on his armor, rather he appeared fresh and renewed. The hairs on his head starting to gray as his told cold eyes wore a look of hatred.
"Oh, Chief! How I missed you! I must admit your sins," Evangeline froze for a moment, scanning the aura that surrounded Fletcher. It was a light purple mist that emitted from his being. "Magic, is it? When and where did you obtain this?"
"That would be my doing," another voice poked out as a figure came next to Fletcher, the look of faerie wings coming into vision as Evangeline 'tsk'd'. Of course, things would never be this simple. Yet, she had taken more lives more ravenous then this bunch.
"Really, Ezra? I thought we were friends, partners in crime. Now you want to play good guy?"
"I realized what I did was wrong, but you are done. This is more than enough. We are your friends! Please, Evangeline, if you're in there just know Anastasia is locked in a bunker, waiting for your return. Do you want to kill her too?"
Okay, it's messy but I kinda dig it.