Agony might've been too light a word. Tens of thousands of needles embedded themselves in her flesh and she gasped as her legs disappeared beneath her, and then she wished all the rest of her would disappear too. Anything to escape the torment. Distantly, she registered the blood in her veins turning black instead of its usual, pulsing red and she cursed inwardly. She was wearing way too much black today and she really wasn't going for the goth look.
Another wave of blinding torture ripped through her body and she could no longer see 2 inches in front of her, much less 2 feet. So this was how Bella felt in Twilight, when her demon baby was kicking her ribs apart from the inside. Serafina found relief in the fact that she was wearing a sexy leather top that revealed the hard muscles of her stomach. Her low hanging pants, being as skintight as they were, would ensure that at the very least, she would die hot.
She wondered if this was this what it was like being a demon. Endless torture in the abyss of hell? She only wished that Hell was fire rather than this torment, because at least she was fireproof. After a few millenniums, or so it seemed, she felt something large and slippery being slapped onto her trembling hand.
"All without drawing a single on of my blades."
"Dick," she managed to croak through her gasps of pain. "Head." Using power was what people should be ashamed of. It made them lazy, and it made things easy. There was nothing like driving a well sharpened sword through someone's heart, hearing the crunch of their ribcage as life bled from their eyes. She loved the dirty connection she felt to her victims. Killing someone meant drawing them close, breathing in some of their life, filling some of the void in your own. Magic made it distant. She could burn someone to a crisp from a mile away, but what was the point? It gave her no satisfaction. She wanted to feel their slipping life on her fingertips as she ripped their last breaths from them.
She didn't want to be weak.
Serafina's vision cleared enough for her to see what was in her hands and she yelped, throwing it back at Genji. "I asked for a sandwich, not a dead cow's organ! Jesus christ, Genji! I'm Vegan! Oh my god, what poor cow did you slaughter to get this?" She started signing the cross then, and bowing her head to mumble a prayer. "Oh holy cow, forgive us for our cruelty. Yours was a pure soul, your udder full of milk and your voice full of song. Let your soul be free..."