Arielle always wanted a peaceful life filled with all the happiness, simply because she believed that she deserved it.

She always had a kind heart that made others adore and at times envy her.

She was approved by mothers in the neighbourhood and had a following in the opposite gender.

She looked like an  angel in their eyes. A beautiful angel with white wings and a kind, beautiful smile.

And then that incident happened.

The angel became a demon.

Her wings turned black.

The once kind, shy and beautiful girl turned into a stone-cold, ruthless warrior.

She no longer smiled, only smirked. 

And that smirk would spread chills down the spine.

She no longer remained the happy-go girl and instead turned into someone you would not want to cross paths with.

The treasured apple in the eyes of all the mothers soon became a demon that the same mothers want their children to shield from.

But nobody noticed that the demon has a part of the soul that was still pure and kind. 

She still helps people; instead, she just changed her ways.

She never let another soul know of her actions involving the ruthless killing of all those bastards who try to make the living of young girls hell.

People see what they want to see and she showed exactly what they wanted, to let the grapevine grow.

They murmur and whisper behind her back.

"She goes to brothels and is a sex craving monster."

"Oh, she used to be such a good child. Don't even know what happened!"

"I heard she even killed her own family"

"She should have lost her mind after all. The incident that happened was not something normal"

"It breaks my heart to see that child. If I were in her place, I would not even bare to live one day"

Oh, she heard all kinds of those talks.

After all, the people who are talking were the same ones that used to praise her and compared their children to her.

She remembered her mother's glowing face and those pride-filled eyes whenever they praised her.

'She would definitely roll in her grave if she listens to them now' laughing mockingly at her own thoughts, Arielle continued planning what she considered 'retribution'.