The night was destined to never be peaceful. Leila was not the most benevolent entity in the pantheon she was part of. Being provoked by the tears of her friends, her blood is boiling with vengeance. A feeling she has felt before when her last true followers had died.
She suppose she has been greedy with the peace she is having. Forgetting about the painful experience of her past life. Living an ignorant life like a human her body is now.
But she should have known better. She was never made for peace. Whenever she was in, there was bound to be blood and death. These two have never been separated from her.
Caressing her weapon with nostalgia, she disappeared from the area she was in. Appearing on the highest point of the campus, Leila looks at the chaos with indifference. She is numb seeing the similar sights. Unresponding of the repeated tragedies of life that flashes upon her eyes.
