Snippet #1611129

“Oh… how rude of me my child… my sweet little babe. I am Shara Night Arade… I hope you haven’t heard all the horrible lies about me. it’s a sad truth really you sanctify nature… and they call you a murder.” As Death the Kidd continued to move towards her, she didn’t bother to move or dodge merely open her arms for an embrace… all she needed was skin contact that in combination wither her Song would be enough to stop a Shinigami right? She didn’t really care, the Shinigami stood no chance either way. He was naïve and left his weapons behind. “You come to greet me then, such a gentlemen. Not making a lady wait longer then necessary.” Shara’s eyes shifted towards Jorma. “Dear… Night sees everything… we are the shadows beneath your chin… the darkness that hangs beneath every step… air you breath. Though I’m quite disappointed… that soul you just consumed was property of my master… for that you must be given to the warm embrace of eternity… unfortunately I have no time to tuck you in… Night, Blight, Shadow, Curtain, Night, Blight, Shadow, Curtain… Shadow Spite.” A black silhouette of Jorma appeared in the witch’s hand and a black needle in the other. She drove the needle into both of the doll’s Achilles tendons and watched as the pain mimicked itself onto Jorma. “That should keep you from interfering.” She turned to face Kidd and the doll changed into a silhouette to mock Kid perfectly. “Do you wish to do this the easy way… where a slowly cause you to drift into sleep and you die painlessly when I slash your throat or do you wish the most horrific death you could dream of?”