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New York after midnight... A crescent moonlight... Such a delight. There's no full moon tonight.

It's dark, apart from two street lights illuminating both sides of an old yellow theater with a rusty brick red rooftop. The doors open, and a small mob of people come storming out. Parents and children, young and old couples holding hands, talking about the movie and going different ways. Rachel and Steve had been dating for over a month. She yapped on and on about the movie while Steve said goodbye to their friends. They looked just like the couple in the movie. Picture perfect. Rachel and Steve had been voted cutest couple of the year in high school and to be honest, everyone in town was jealous. But as they walked around the corner into the shadows, holding hands on the way to their vehicle, Steve and Rachel saw something on top of a brick wall which caught their attention. "Wait, what is that?" Steve exclaimed. Rachel reached in her purse and grabbed a flashlight. As she fumbled to turn on the light, the large black figure seemed to stare out of the shadows at her with tiny yellow eyes as it crawled stealthily down the wall towards them. It seemed to get bigger and more monstrous looking as it approached her in silence. Rachel flicked on the flashlight and aimed it at the creature, whose slit yellow eyes immediately became dilated. "Heheh, it's a cat," Steve said as a small black house cat with yellow eyes walked up and started nuzzling Rachel's leg. Rachel sighed with relief and laughed as she bent down to pick up the lost cat. "Awww, he's cute!" Rachel exclaimed as she picked up the cat. It purred while licking her cheek. "Wait," Steve said as he peered back into the shadows. Suddenly he was snatched up by something with blurring speed. The cat lashed out and scratched Rachel's cheek, causing her face to bleed slightly. She dropped both the cat and her flashlight. She screamed, but there was only the echo of concrete walls and empty roads. She peered into the darkness again. Everything was pitch black. "Steve?" She called out quietly with nervousness in her voice. "Steve?!" She called out louder, becoming anxious. She saw a man-like figure standing in front of her, his whole body evinced in the shadows of the parking lot enclosure. "Steve?" There was silence. Suddenly the young lady let out a screeching cry that would strike fear into any mortal being. The murderer or monster or whatever it was had appeared to Rachel right before it snatched her up into the shadows. "Meow!" was the only sound after that, the sound of a lonely black house cat's strange curiosities. Or were they secrets? A moment later, a young man bent over and picked up the cat. Both the man and the cat were coated in pitch black. Their eyes shimmered even from within the darkness. The man's eyes were silver like the crescent moon. As he stepped into the moonlight, his skin appeared cold and pale, but was quickly turning flush. Sharp white incisors on his lower and top jaw showed traces of blood, and his gums were saturated red. Soon however he licked his lips, wiping his mouth on his black coat sleeve, and all the blood was gone. As were his long fangs. He walked out of the parking lot enclosure into the street light, nodding his head and tilting his wide-brimmed hat to passersby, who seemed completely oblivious to the occurances of the night. This was New York, afterall, the city that never sleeps, and the young gentleman in all black was nothing they were preparing for.

The dark night enveloped the long lass's form, catching a couple of weird glances as she for one had rose-hued eyes, looked as pale as a deadman, and three was more beautiful than any model most had ever seen. Though that was just one of the perks of being the strange myth she was, quicker reflexes, strength, her voice, lots of things. Her strides were just as long as her legs, her hips swaying as she walked with determination down the cold sidewalk. The gown of Loki quite unlike her would grab at her curves, she had stolen it to catch a rather expensive flight to NYC. Still, she refused to wear any form of high heels and they still let her on, thinking she was some sort of celebrity. The thirst was burning in her throat and slowly it seeped within her whole body, it took every inch of her self-control not to kill everyone that she could smell. Her slightly upturned nose would wrinkle as a child tripped and scrapped his knee. Her pointed auds would pick up on the wail, though she wasn't sure what it could be... Maybe a murderer, she wouldn't feel so guilty if she got the revenge of a young teenage girl that was brutally murdered. Soon she'd be sprinting so fast her petite feet wouldn't touch the terrain. With a swoosh of her musk, she would pass the legend unaware of his presence. Soon finding a homeless man in her clutches. She'd swallow the guilt and take her kill, warm liquid seeping past her lips and trickling down her hungry throat. A muffled groan of relief leaving her, though he tasted of drugs it would satisfy her for now. She'd perch on a ledge looking down at as the small people littered the streets, the sweet and alluring smell of the female would have been all over the town now, though only being able to get picked up by those who weren't human.

(sorry its a little short)

As he strolled around openly on an active road in downtown New York, the pale gentleman dressed in all black placed the small house cat on his shoulder and smiled. His footsteps were timeless, his posture and stride being graceful, almost surreal as people passed by him on the sidewalk on the way to the subway. He would smile and nod as he walked by. Nobody had any idea who he was, or what he had just done moments before. But as he neared the escalating stairwell which led to the subway tunnels underground, the young man picked up on a peculiar scent he had not smelled in centuries. He stopped to sniff the wind, his nostrils flaring slightly as the cat lept from his shoulder and disappeared into a water gutter. The man's eyes shimmered with hopeful expectation, masked by a look of devious ill-will. Rather than entering the subway, he decided to follow the trail of the scent he had picked up, wondering if what he was sensing was true. Walking down the street some more, following his senses to a remote ghetto alley way between two unpainted concrete project buildings. He barely caught a glimpse of a young teenage girl in high heels as she disappeared around the corner, seemingly unaware of his presence. Seconds later, there was a loud wail coming from around the same corner. The young gentleman in the black rain coat would step slowly into the ghetto and walk down the open corridor towards the area where the cry had come from. As he turned the corner, he saw the young girl sitting on a ledge overlooking the city below. His eyes shimmered once again under the moon's shining crescent. He wondered if she could sense him standing there, as he marvelled at her trophy pale skin and delicate fine curves. Her perfection and beauty was unmatched even by his own handsomeness. Admiring her from a distance, the mysterious figure had finally found his prize. It was a vampire, one of the last of her kind. He smiled once more.

Her shimmering rose gaze would look at the silver moon and the deep navy sky. She'd kick off her shoes, watching them tumble down. Soon she felt eyes on her, her crown tilting as she met the eyes of the young man dressed in black. Loki would curl some of her bouncy curly hair behind her pointed ear. Slowly she'd jump and fall gracefully, her silk formal dress fluttering with her. As she landed no sound would be heard. Slowly and gracefully she'd walk toward the man, cautious. Loki would observe his expression and features, he surely couldn't be human. Her freckled nose would wrinkle as she picked up on the faint blood that lay on his lips. "What are you?" She'd ask softly, her whimsical vocals flowing out of her throat and into the abnormally silent night air that consumed them. Her light curly blonde hair would flicker as a light breeze met the alleyway. She would wait patiently for her answer while looking around the beautiful city. The girl made sure she could see him in the corner of her eye, just in case he tried to pull anything.

The mysterious young man in all black had been spotted, his silvery white eyes acting like tiny beacons in the darkness. As the teenage vampiress asked him what he was, the young man just smiled and turned back around, vanishing behind the corner as he walked away slowly like a phantom in the night. But by the time the young girl looked around the corner, she would see that he had somehow mysteriously ended up sitting on the edge of a three story rooftop, looking down at her from above as if waiting for her to join him. In the moonlight, his features became more visible. He appeared to be a young handsome man in his late 20's with silver eyes and pinkish skin, which now was beginning to look more ruddy or tan. He had long wavy black hair that shined like indigo in the moonlight. He had facial hair and a goatee but it was evident by his appearance that he shaved his face regularly and only now was beginning to have a shadow of a beard on his chin. The man was wearing a black button down long sleeve collared suit shirt with an embroidered silk crimson black vest, a thick black swayed leather hooded rain coat with black wolfskin fur trim. His trenchcoat hung down over the back of his legs. He also wore black loose fit denim jeans with a black leather belt fitted with silver spikes and chains. He had black hightop leather boots studded with silver fittings, and black leather gloves with a wide-brimmed hat. He looked down over the rooftops below, wondering if the young girl would join him on the rooftop.

A gentle purse of her lips would be a response as she looked round the corner, her ruby eyes looking for his form before her pointed ear would flicker. Her hair looked almost white under moonlight, she’d turn. The silky fabric doing a dance around her thighs as she spun, light on her petite feet. Her well defined thick eyebrows would raise, as his features became more visible her crimson painted lips would twitch into a smile, mysterious and handsome. A soft barely audible chuckle would leave her plump lips. She’d shoot up, her legs carrying her as she ran up the wall and landed upon the ballcony. Stepping down and looking up toward him, “Mm?” She’d hum a question seeing as he would most likely not respond to her. The dress she wore would flutter and dance around her, soft the light breeze being the reason. She’d scan over him, taking in his scent, features, and form. Waiting for his answer either through actions or words.

The man in black watched quietly as the girl in the silk gown followed him up to the rooftop where he was sitting. Of course, had she known who he was, she probably still would have bothered to follow him. Such were the games that their bloodlines played. The undead were always playing cat and mouse, it was in their nature to do so. As the young lady made it up to the rooftop, the man in the black suit sat there quietly with his feet dangling over the edge. There was something magical about the way their kind seemed to interact. Time had no meaning to them. They were always so slow and graceful. Immortality had its perks, as they were always so perfect and beautiful, no matter how many years seemed to pass. As the man in black looked up at the girl in the flowing dress, he smiled again. "I have been asking myself that question since the beginning of days, and the end of night.". The young man tilted his head to look up at her. As his shining silver eyes appeared more blueish now, one could notice that he did not appear to have the mark of the vampire on his neck or wrists. So what was he then? Was he a werewolf? A witch? A demon? Like magic, he appeared behind her now, standing over her while placing his hands gently on her shoulders. He would lean over her neck from behind, whispering softly into her pointed ear. "I have been called many things... Monster. Devil. Abomination." The man would smile again, smelling the young girl's pretty blonde hair before stepping in a circle around her. He would take her by the hand and look deeply into her rosey red eyes, a sharp contrast to his own icey blue gaze. There was something romantic about the way of the undead. Sometimes it was difficult to tell exactly what was happening, as even simple conversations seemed to sometimes have a sexual appeal to them. The crescent moon provided no better a background to their timeless introduction as he studied the young girl in front of him. She was picture perfect, the holy grail of his imagination. So young, so innocent looking. But she wasn't really innocent at all, was she? The young gentleman smiled before turning around. "I am the first and the last, the alpha and the omega." He stood on the ledge of the three story building, looking down over the bustling city. By now it was obvious that he was not like her. He was something even more rare and unique. But his smell, his personality, his mannerisms and abilities seemed all too familiar to her like a long lost relative or friend. It was almost love at first sight, like two endangered animals meeting for the first time. Lamech had not seen another vampire in many centuries. The young teenager in front of him was indeed a rare specimin. She was a bit too young perhaps, being almost half his age, which made her even more unique since few vampires were ever born so young. It was frowned upon in vampire circles to convert children under a certain age, as they usually would stay looking like children forever. It was clear to him that this one had barely hit puberty before someone had embraced her. Such sad reality was a part of their cursed existence as immortals. They were damned to live forever, killing and thriving off the blood of living things. Most younglings would not have survived for as long as Loki did without a sire, and Lamech wondered where her sire was.

The young lady would observe the man as he moved around gracefully, her rose eyes blank unsure of what to feel or think in this situation. Her nose would wrinkle softly as his hands lightly grazed over her mostly naked shoulders. Her crimson-painted lips would purse as he spoke, as well as a couple bats of her thick dark lashes. The aura around her made her feel almost clammy though, she was dead. Loki thought she was the only one of her kind other than the mysterious person who had sired her, which she never saw after the week of her turn. Her curls would sway as her body turned when he did. "So, you're like me?" She'd ask with curiosity in her vocals. Soon she'd become impatient, her petite hands would rest on his shoulders as she stood behind him, his gaze on the city her gaze on his neck. A soft hum would flow out of her slightly open lips, "Hmm, " She would notice that it was like a blank canvas, no bites in site. Her fingertips gently tracing his skin, she was cold.

(Sorry I was in a hurry)

The man turned around slowly, exposing his neck to the young vampiress. This was not a common or safe practice among vampires, but the man in black was no ordinary vampire. "I am the first and the last. I am Lamassu in Babylon. I am Lemekh in Egypt. I am Lamech in Israel. I am Leimik in Arabia. I am Lama in the east and Lambrecht in the west. I am also known as Lamesh, Lam, Ilam or Liam in some places of the world." The young man faced Loki directly, staring into her eyes. Without speaking, he would hold up his index finger. Soon, his nail started to grow into a sharp claw-like talon. He would take her hand very slowly, his touch being slightly warm, smooth and gentle. Still staring into her eyes, he would poke her fingertip with his nail, causing a slight pinch but barely any pain. Lamech's nails had a unique feature, for like his fangs, they emitted a blood-thinner which helped blood flow. The tiny prick on Loki's fingertip would cause a small drop of blood to flow down her fingertip almost instantly. It wasn't enough to cause her any harm or injury, just enough for Lamech to get blood on his nail. As he brought the cold red substance to his lips, he took a wiff. Loki was malnutritioned and her blood was putrid with the taint of drugs and alcohol. He could tell just by the smell. But as he licked his nail, tasting Loki's blood with his tongue, a million thoughts and memories flashed before his eyes. They were combinations of flashbacks from both Lamech and Loki's past. Some were good memories. Some were painful. Lamech squinted and became tense as the memories flashed through his mind faster than human minds could process. He saw Loki's entire birth, life, death and rebirth. He saw her sire and her sire's memories all the way back to the very beginning. They were memories that included glimpses of Lamech's own birth, life, death, and rebirth as well. After all, he was the most recent common ancestor for every species that had been nearly wiped out during the thousand year Blood War, and a single drop of Loki's blood revealed just how unique and special she really was. As the flashbacks ceased, Lamech would gaze sadly into Loki's scarlet eyes, as if he were looking into a mirror. A single red teardrop ran down his cheek.

The girl would survey his neck, the smooth surface intriguing her deeply. His name rung a bell yet she still didn't know much of him. She had never met another vampire before only once she had interacted with a handsome young man. His knowledge of her species was minimum though he could tell she wasn't human, they had a short romance, though Loki left. Not wanting to hurt him and being rather nervous in those situations. She was rather innocent, not even having her first kiss yet. At the age of 17, human years that is it would be weird for her not to have made out or even further. Loki hadn't felt the ways others did when going through the change of puberty, though now in this moment being here with the mysterious man. Her stomach filled with tingles and she felt a heat ignite in her core, though she knew it was fake. She was dead. His touch was soft but it sent a spark through her, her ruby eyes never losing his, she'd obey standing there like a puppet almost. Her snow white skin soon lets out a single drop of dark crimson, almost pure black. The light pinch making her flinch slightly, her gaze examining him deeply she was unsure of what he was doing. A gentle gasp leaving her plump crimson lips as a single tear ran down his cheek, her hand would shoot up yet caress his face softly. Her soft cold hand meeting his slightly warmer face. "It's okay..." She'd hum softly, "What is it?" She'd ask curiously, her ruby gaze sparkling.

Lamech would look down at Loki with a smile. "Nothing," he said, wiping the blood from his face. What would he say to her, anyway? Loki was a changling, unable to see what Lamech saw in his own memories. He wasn't a vampire, but something worse. Cursed since birth, Lamech was a pure-blood, and a legend among many different species. Yet he too, like them, was a descendant of something much worse than himself. Sixth in line from Cain himself, Lamech was one of the seven ancient blood gods, more similar to demons than vampires. He took Loki's hand from his cheek and held it in his own, smiling. "You have such potential..." Lamech wasn't ready to explain the atrocities hidden in the young girl's memory bank. Just like Lamech himself, she had surpressed much of her suffering by blocking it out of her mind. But the flashbacks were etched into his mind. He felt both of their sufferings combined. Such was the power of the blood. "I'm not sure you're ready to see this..." Lamech held up his hand again. Only this time his hand was open with his palm up, exposing his wrist to Loki's lips. It was an ancient practice among vampires, a blood offering, and their introduction was nothing less of a ritual as Lamech bowed his head like a gentleman, waiting for her to bite.

Loki's eyes would stay filled with curiosity and wonder, her gaze followed his movements. The dark night started to slowly fade into a deep violet, though it was slow and took its time. The moon seemed to not want to go away, it fought for the sky against the sun. The girl still couldn't get an understanding of who or what he was, though she'd just settle with Lamech. That was what and who he was at this moment. Though the warmth of his skin made her mind tick. For she was dead, her skin ice cold. As his caressed her petite and cold hand, warmth would wash over her, though it wasn't too strong. Her dark lashes would bat for a few seconds as she saw his arm offered to her, her crown would tilt. Confused, she'd stare up at him. Though she would obey, not wanting to disappoint the only other creature she had met that wasn't human. Soon her pearly whites would show through a soft snarl, before leaning down and latching onto his wrist. She was unsure of how to make it unpainful, for her canines would light small daggers. Sharpened daggers. Though soon memories would wash over her, her ruby eyes going blank. The taste of his blood causing her head to pulse as she saw memories of her past, as well as his.

The sky was a bright baby blue, as she ran around the playground with her mother and father. Her curly locks bouncing just in the middle of her back. Her mother wished to give her a haircut so she didn't look like a lion though her father refused. That was the first day she learned to slide down the slide as well as her mother helped her do the monkey bars.

Soon Loki was at the age of ten, their father had left them with no money. Her mother struggled and Loki would craft little toys and sell them at recess, hoping to help out. Coming home with fifteen dollars a day had to help right? She always adored her mother, now a growing rage would fill her heart. She hated her father, every last atom of his form. Her sparkling stormy eyes would grow cold and blank even at the mention of the word, 'father'.

Loki was now 16, she and her mother were no longer struggling. Loki worked part-time at a convenience store after school hours. She was doing well in school and looking at potential colleges' though her mother often worried about Loki. She never went out with friends or even had a boyfriend or girlfriend. Her mother would've been happy with either, she wished she would be more social. Though Loki was mostly just the jokester in class or pulling funny pranks, she still tried at school. Loki often teased that her mother had it backward, wanting her to have a love life over good grades. Later that year, her mother fell pregnant. Rage overcame Loki, "Who's is it?!" She'd scream at her mother. Her mother's eyes would fill with tears, "You'll have a new sibling why should it matter?" Loki's cheeks redden with fury. "Is it his?" She'd spit toward her mother with venom.

"Yes."

Later on, Loki would come to terms with it, not being happy about it. But she was happy that her father wouldn't ever be in their lives. His name was to be Louis, after his father. Though Loki hated the idea her mother wouldn't listen, she was happy that she got to pick the middle name though, Daniel. She wanted to name her own Daniel someday. Though she didn't really plan on having kids.

The day her mother went into labor was the day Loki's first life had ended, she was at the hospital for hours after midnight. Her mother finally told her to go home and get some rest, Loki was hesitant but slowly made her way home. Not knowing that her scent was dragging another along with her. She'd get inside and lock the door and windows as she did every night. Though as she settled into bed after finishing up some homework, a light tap was heard at her window. It was a dark figure, floating almost. She'd open the window to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her. Though that was a fatal mistake.

Soon memories of the young man would fill her gaze, she saw horror and fear among humans. Lamech was surrounded by others that looked like him, she was guessing his spawn of some sort. She also saw the blood ritual that was performed after the massive flood to bring him back. He hadn't been a vampire like her but more as a demon of sorts. She now saw his intentions here, to make his army again and take over mankind. Soon her rose gaze would return to it's sparkly and lively color. Her eyes wet as she didn't wish to think of her human life, though she wouldn't cry. She didn't even know if she was capable. Her core warm with anger as her father had reappeared in her mind, she wished him dead. "Mm, so why did you show me all that?" She'd ask softly.

As the young girl bit into Lamech's wrist, she would see everything she didn't want to see, but probably needed to. As she looked up at him with glossy eyes, the bite marks on his wrist began to heal instantly. His hand was colder and paler now, just like her own. But the rest of his skin stayed warm and flush, if only because he had just recently feasted on the necks of a healthy young couple prior to meeting Loki, her musky smell of lingering death like a fine perfume to his sharp flaring nostrils, or did he even breathe at all? Unfortunately, no. Lamech did not need to breathe. There was no more life left in him than in Loki herself. But unlike her, Lamech didn't even have lungs or any internal organs at all which resembled anything human. He was not only cursed, he was literally heartless. "I wanted to see if you'd survive," he grinned, as a surge of energy flowed through Loki's veins. Lamech's blood was like fine wine aged to perfection. It was not blackish red like Loki's blood, but bright red, almost purple and more potent and addictive than any drug or human bloodtype. Lamech was the progenitor of Loki's species, and to bite into his wrist was like a human biting into the rib of Adam and Eve themselves. There was power, spiritual information that had been deeply coded into their DNA, and was passed ethereally from sire to sire through their telepathic subconscious from generation to generation. Loki would slowly begin to feel more powerful, even more beautiful, and even more aware than she already was, for Lamech was no ordinary vampire. The blue blooded young man was a demon, a blood god. He watched her change right before his eyes. She had tasted the dragon's blood without dying or going insane. Not only that, but she had exchanged blood with him, forming a blood bond. They were now bound to one another, and would be able to find each other easily no matter how far apart they were. Not only that, but they would now be able to communicate telepathically. Lamech's first plan had succeeded. He would embrace Loki, hugging her in both arms as if wrapping invisible wings around her. The astral flash of memories through the poor girl's mind was only the beginning. She would soon begin to feel stomach pains like she had never felt before since the time she had died. Loki didn't know it yet, but she was about to evolve into something beyond vampiric. Lamech's blood in her veins was slowly transforming her from the inside out. Loki was becoming a sort of demi-goddess, a creature more similar to Lamech himself. He caressed Loki's hair with his hand while hugging her head to his empty chest. "Shhh, all your questions will be answered soon." He rubbed her cold silky back with his cold dead hand. There was no feeling between them and the warmth was slowly fading along with Lamech's ruddy complexion, but nevertheless he held her closely like a prized trophy. His effort to sire somebody had finally succeeded.

As she finished a sharp pain would begin in her mid-section, a grunt leaving her. She bit down hard on her bottom lip, her eyes shut with the unbearable pain as her insides changed from a dead human system to something more. Soon in his embrace, she'd lean against his form. His sentence finally ringing in her ears, "If... I.. survived?" She'd choke out. Her arms around her stomach, huffs and inaudible screams would leave her ajared lips. Her rose eyes shining with pain. Soon her exterior was morphing though only the slightest of things, her freckles were a bit less apparent, her slightly crooked nose would now be snaped back in place, her rose eyes stayed the same though they became a bit more smokey around her lids. It took some time, but after the change was done she would look up toward Lamech. His thoughts would slowly pour into her mind, he was now her sire. A prize... trophy... a soft gasp would be heard though barely, the sun was rising. She'd peek up at the young man. She'd grab his hand with her smooth and petite ones, before finding an unlocked door down the alley, as she stepped in the smell of alcohol hit her senses a slight gag being provoked. It was empty, seemed like an abandoned bar of sorts. She'd look back at the man, unsure of what to do now. Her expectant gaze never wavering.

Lamech peered off into the horizon. The sky was twilight, its midnight blue starry firmament slowly changing from indigo to violet and purple. The dawn was approaching. The stars dimmed and slowly vanished as greyish purple morning clouds became visible. As the orange sun peaked its head over the horizon to greet the setting white moon, Lamech became fixated on its intense round brightness. The smog in the New York atmosphere made the sun appear reddish gold, its brilliant circle reflecting off Lamech's pitch black pupils like two tiny fireballs. Loki grabbed Lamech's hand and gave it a tug, breaking his focus on the sun. Soon, they would leave the rooftop, slamming their way through the rooftop's emergency Staff Only door into the stairwell hallway leading down to an exit in the alley way. Directly across from the exit door, just down the alley way was an abandoned old bar. It appeared to have been set on fire at one point, and had been abandoned for quite some time. There was caution tape hung around different areas and broken or half melted bottles of alcohol laying all over the place. Shattered glass and black charred walls and counters, with some tables and chairs that had been burnt to a crisp. The windows were also black, covered in ashes and soot. It was the perfect haven. Lamech's boots crunched against the trashed wooden floor boards as he walked around slowly, glancing at everything he saw.

Soon after entering the burned and abandoned bar she'd slowly release Lamech's hand, her own feeling a bit weird after. Her gaze would survey the area, seeing much potential, "This could be a really nice place.." The young girl would murmur to herself. Her rose eyes wandering as her feet followed. Finding a trash bag she'd pick up all debris and shattered glass. Though Loki knew they probably won't stay for long she still wanted to fix up the small yet homey bar. Soon the floor and counters were clean, well of sorts. A gentle huff leaving her, "A base of sorts?" She'd comment softly shrugging her small shoulders as she peaked out of the window, the curtains mostly in one piece. Soon she'd turn, her flowy silk dress following behind her. "What will change?" She would ask, looking down at her body. Loki hoped there wouldn't be any more pain to endure. Though she'd suffer through it if she had to.

(sorry a bit short)