Bella stood alone in the center of the dimly lit room, surrounded by the remnants of porcelain dolls, shattered faces smiling with an almost eerie mockery of joy. The walls of the room seemed to pulse with an ancient, foreboding energy, echoing the whispers of a world long forsaken. She ran her cold fingers across the cracked face of a doll in her grasp, the chipped porcelain sharp and jagged. In the silence, broken only by the distant squeaks of rats, Bella's mind focused on the task at hand. The first night of the Blood Moon had arrived, and tonight, she would gather the purest blood yet.
Her white gown, faintly stained with the dried remnants of her past killings, shimmered under the moon's light like a deathly angel descending from above. A cold, sadistic smile curled across her lips as she left the crumbling house she called her "stage," the faint echo of her footsteps causing the floor to groan under her weight. Her target was a seemingly harmless old bookseller, known for his friendly demeanor, but Bella knew better than to trust the facade. As she made her way into the town, her hands gripped the sharp instruments of death she had brought—a porcelain doll and a butcher's knife.
When Bella entered the bookshop, the chime of the bell above the door shattered the stillness. The elderly bookseller, looking up in confusion, froze in terror at the sight of her standing in the doorway.
"Can I help you?" His voice trembled with an almost comical fear.
Bella remained silent, eyes locked onto him with unnerving intensity. With the speed of a snake striking its prey, she lunged forward and pressed the cold blade of her knife into the man's throat, the blood immediately gushing out and staining her hands in a crimson torrent. She forced him down onto the dusty counter, pressing his head against it with a sickening force.
Without a moment's hesitation, she leaned in close, and in a chillingly calm voice, she whispered in his ear, "It's time to play."
Her hand, steady and precise, twisted the knife until it reached his skull, sinking deeply into the bone. With a harsh, perverse smile, Bella ripped the knife out and used the same hand to peel away his eyelids. The man could only gurgle as his body continued to struggle for life. Her fingers found his eye sockets, and with a savage laugh, she gouged out both his eyes, savagely tearing the flesh surrounding them before popping them into her mouth, devouring them whole as her laughter echoed around the room, mingling with his dying gasps.
Savoring every drop of the blood spilling from the man's neck, Bella continued her work of dismemberment. She cut off limbs with surgical precision, cracking open the chest to pull out the organs one by one, each piece falling like a macabre puzzle. As the body was disfigured, Bella drank deeply from the jar she had prepared, filling it with his blood, making sure not a single drop was wasted.
When the horrific work was finally done, she gently placed the disemboweled body into a grotesque shape on the floor, arranging the limbs and head like an unholy display, before whispering again, "You belong to the Father now."