Life, and death in this case, had a strange pattern to it. All the same, it was difficult to envision where it would take you, the creature mused to itself. It sat upon Catch's stump, wearing the girl's skin and gazing upon the lake nearby. The lake that tried to claim the girl. Legs were folded before her as Son had done and her posture was perfection as It balanced there nimbly. It sat and It mused on the past. Not even one as old as She could have foreseen that as life-force ebbed from her form, She would linger on this plane. Trapped, more like. No one could have thought that the once-proud, once-great entity would end up sharing a fate with a young, pretty girl. A young woman who differed from her in almost every manner. A young woman who had the power, if not the fortitude, to cast the creature off with a thought. At least at the beginning. Now, now they were trapped with one another.
They had started out as enemies, combatants fighting over control of this flimsy frame. Over time, they had come to depend upon one another. It was not certain when that occurred. When they first arrived in this small section of humanity, Myrken Wood and the Broken Dagger, the girl had whispered warnings against the darkness in her soul. She had tearfully pleaded with those who fell prey to her immense, innocent eyes to help her combat the beast. The big bad wolf biting at her heels. The Entropy she sensed from the monster made the damsel in her uneasy. Somewhere along the way, the situation shifted and the two found themselves allies. Family. Found themselves dependent upon the other in ways they could scarcely fathom, in the beginning of their accord. The girl began to crave malevolence as if it were her bread and butter. She began to court Death as a curiosity. The creature supposed that it had only been a matter of time. One could not creep so close to the edge of the abyss without wondering what lay beyond. One could not linger that close to wickedness without a bit of it staining one's own soul. That numbered chief among It's proudest accomplishments. The corruption of the innocent.
They had come so far with one another.
Now, though. Now the girl's fragile heart had allowed the boy-Knight to creep within it. She had abandoned thoughts of the rogue that she had fallen for because he had not Looked back. Elliot Brown had not loved her, but Elliot Gahald might. The creature did not like the future it saw approaching. Marriage and children and keeping a home were certainly not tolerable. Not when she found herself trapped in this shell. The monster would not sit idly by as the young woman took aim at mediocrity. That's what Lady Rhaena's world meant, after all. Everything was Pretty and Kind and Good. No darkness upon their doors. No shadow to ruin the light. All would join hands and they would Happy.
To hell with that.
It had allies, such as they were. They had not proven themselves particularly useful just yet, but It was stubborn. Maxwell. Life-Catch. The new-found Son. The ever-vital Niall. It supposed It could include Gloria, grudgingly. Giuseppe? Once, It thought so, but the Dark One had abandoned her. Perhaps all of his talk was just that. She had given in and accepted his help. Considered working with the snake that was Rhaena. And he had turned his back upon her. Her eyes narrowed on the lake and the grass around the stump began curling and dying in her fury. Magic pulsed once in the air, thickening it with unseen slime and mold.
The man would pay for making her the fool.