"You…monster!" A middle-aged lady clutched the corpse of her son and glared at the devil-like being hovering in the sky before her. "We should have killed you before!"
"Maybe you didn't understand," The girl hovering in the air, Nefear spoke emotionlessly, "It's because of your actions that I was born."
"And now, you're simply reaping the consequences." Saying so, she condensed a tiny ball of fire on her palm, jet black in colour, squirming with faint bluish tendrils. The ball of fire transformed into an arrow that slammed into the middle-aged woman, causing her to writhe in agony as her body began to rot in response.
A putrid stench wafted out as suddenly, her skeleton burst out of her body, ripping apart all the flesh covering it as it now stood before Nefear. Faint, nerve-like lines ran throughout its body, leading from the toe and all the way into the skull where a jet-black flame with bluish lines flickered incessantly.
