/ gore warning
what was today? right, christmas- december 25th of 2017. the now four-year old female settled their in her laying position, her narrowed optics upon the sky til she lowered her cranium. was she finally strong enough to do everything she wished? maybe, most likely. though no thoughts decided to register within the large kitsune's mind til soon the voice- the voice of seven, who she hated so dearly: she wanted them gone. quite enjoying that body? today, we'll be together and forever- and nothing can prevent that. the female would inquire but instantly was responded by a disgusted response from the head of espionage- who wanted to burn everything, make anything suffer. fuck you, bitch- this is my body: not yours. laughter soon filled her thoughts before feeling the control of her body being lost- soon feeling as someone was wrapping hands around and taking every single last breath from her. a shadowy figure would appear upon the ground below her, smirking as the sickly cold voice of seven left. "my christmas present."
instantly the form of assassin was jerked upon the ground, knocking the wind out of her windpipe before seven approached slowly- giving a wink which was hardly visible from her apparition form. "what the fuck are you doing to me?" a hiss would escape her thin, obsidian lips- her olive optics stern upon the demon before she vanished before soon dragging a large russet canine which reeked of black isles. the moment that seven was waiting for- to take control of her original form and finish killing the former sunclanner and current head black isles mender. and what could assassin do in this situation? nothing- not a single goddamn thing. the shadowy figure of seven would walk forward towards the constrained figure of assassin within the ground- resting a paw upon her muzzle before adverting her energy within her original body. "stop rejecting it. you're too weak."
right, she was too weak- too weak mentally. she was weak mentally due to all the heartbreak, the loss and separation of her children from her because she was claimed to be 'evil' in her past life, the backstabbing, cheaters- everything. the extreme power of seven was ominously fogging her mind, causing her sight to become blurry before soon she was gone. a sliver of her spirit lingering, hiding and would wait quietly for any attempt of escape unless this was her... demise. slowly the blue-whale kitsune stirred, it's aura flaring with intense power and control: shrinking herself to the russet canine's form as the canine soon rose to their feet. "ah, fuck you bitch- it's because of her, why i'm dyi-i.." the black isles mender could wheeze, the wolf's optics narrowing as her words were broke by harsh wheezing which caused obsidian blood to drip from the corner of her lips.
seven would laugh before shaking her head, without words soon lunging forward of the russet canine- going for the final death sentence to cause the mender to go into her demon form. claws instantly sliced through the thick fur around her neck, instantly ripping through tissue and flesh and ripping through her vocal cords: causing the already weakened canine to stumble upon the ground as ashina begun to choke upon her own blood, gurgling before silence soon fell upon the atmosphere. before the french accented voice of seven rumbled once more. "in three? yes, most likely." her armored covered paw would tap upon the ground in rhythm before the form of the russet gray wolf begun to transform: soon smoke appearing and arising from the corpse was the six foot hellhound as a rippling growl releasing from it's throat.
the two begun to clash, blood dripping and ominous paranormal powers coming to their aid in their final fight it seemed. the ground beneath them cracking and scorched with the unearthly powers and fire, causing the nature around them to decay and turn into a obsidian wasteland. a single thought within the captive spirit of assassin was: when would it stop? perhaps when they finished fighting, though it seemed at the moment that they were in a draw for the moment: equal injuries and the same endurance at the moment. though as intensity sparked, soon the already sickened ashina was upon the ground being held down upon by seven.
soon claws lashed forward: ripping through the female's already scarred neck, watching as obsidian blood instantly squirted over the kitsune's face: soon rasping her tongue across the demonic blood of the now murdered hellhound before assassin took her turn to do her work. the demon was weakened, and soon and instantly- the spirit would lunge forward: coiling around the other's spirit and ripping her from possession. "you fucking bitch, this in mine." and with that statement, an unknown figure which assassin had contracted with to banish seven made their way onto the bloody and destroyed scene.
inhumane of screeching would release from seven as she was soon gripped from figures in hell, being dragged into the depths of the fiery depths of hell from below after being banished. though soon the figure would advance forth, grabbing assassin's paw- staring the now norwegian forest cat into her olive optics. "you remember the deal?" the head of espionage would nod her cranium, soon having the rich source of pure demon blood of the seventh circle injected into her veins before having her paw cut and the male's cut and holding paws momentarily: sealing the deal. banishment of a demon of violence in return to become a demon of violence.
the whole morning since the scene that had happened, assassin had been missing- but in reality she was under her covers within her bed within the prison. her body fucking ached like a bitch right now, and she wanted to just sleep but soon the carols of her name and happy birthday followed after. "happy four year birthday assassin!" the obsidian and alabaster female raised her cranium, the blanket covering half of her head and the rest of her body- her whiskers twitching as soon everyone traveled into her room: setting gifts- both christmas and birthday, onto a corner of her room. how did her birthday get spread so easily?
though at the moment, assassin had completely forgot about the whole fight and demon contract which had been fulfilled- more than the inject of blood and blood contract, there was some other shit she did. nevertheless, the female simply smiled upon the members which came into her cell and left gifts and soon left: causing the four year old to curl into a ball upon the covers and attempting to snooze once more after the arousement of the crowd was gone and it seemed as no more visitors were coming.