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Lucrezia peeled her face off from the ground, wiping her eyes and dusting her face from the stones.
"Talk about turning on your own." She muttered, focusing it towards the evil one. She felt a trickle down the side of her face, she quickly swiped it and turned to her finger to examine it. The usual black blood always frightened however when there was a mixture of red blood she knew there was going to be a scar left on her face. Fantastic, she thought to herself, sarcastically.
She lifted herself up from the ground to acknowledge the small spurts of fire still alive. She also saw many bodies on the floor, burnt to ash, dead obviously. She felt a pang of guilt in her heart as she saw the small body of a child next to her mother presumably. She shook off that feeling as she walked through the lifeless street. She was wearing a long black coat, with slits in the back for her wings to go through. Underneath she was wearing red combats and a black vest top with dusty army boots. Her hair was in a mess but she cared little about that as she slided her sunglasses over her eyes. She brushed down her body before looking back up towards the street.
Surprisngly, there were some buildings that were mostly still upright. Not surprisingly it was a pub, one house and a playground. What odd things to keep alive, Lucrezia noted. She moved some stubble away from the door of the pub and came across more bodies. She stepped over them with care. She looked around to see someone, a human, a demon, an angel or a vampyre? She couldn't quite tell.