Ludovica waited, watching as her father passed into the other realm, and waited a few more seconds after that. Once she was sure he was gone, she grinned.
Energy coursed through her veins. She had nothing to hide from Shoe, and it wasn't as though there was a point in hiding her true demeanor from Life. And even if there was, she wasn't sure she'd be able to contain herself.
The creator of the world, of life, of nature and living beings...
In the end, both she and Life knew they were enemies, and Ludovica couldn't wait to rip her to pieces.
"Alright. Shoe, you said you can smell where Life is, right?" She asked, standing, slowly. She clenched her fists, her nails and teeth becoming sharper. "Lead me to her."
"You're kidding," Life muttered, quietly. Admittedly, she was nervous about talking so closely to his ears. But then again, lately, she was nervous about everything. "This family is very messed up. And I don't even know the entire tree yet--I'm afraid to ask, actually. Your father is actually your mother's mother?"
She glanced over her shoulder, briefly, it being a nervous tick. She was accustomed to paranoia.
Kayin watched the butterfly, carefully.
Butterflies were such fragile creatures. Their wings tore so easily, and their lifespans were so short. They could fly, and they were beautiful, but they died so easily, didn't they?
He sighed, reaching his hand out. The butterfly, a beautiful blue, fluttered onto his hand. At that moment, he felt a connection to it--he felt its purity touch his heart, and so he gave it his heart in return.
It shuddered in the moonlight. The moment was suddenly gone, and the butterfly was flying away.
His eyes flashed, and in an instant, he'd caught the creature in his hand. As he brought it to his chest, he noted the softness of its wings--it was incredible, how they floated through the wind.
Wind and wings did sound similar, didn't they?
He tore the butterfly in two.
"This would be may more fun if I had some company."
Kayin snapped to attention. That couldn't be a human waiting for disease to strike, could it?
Without missing a beat, he skipped toward the voice. Already, his mind was buzzing. What disease would he infect this human with? How long would it take them to die? How much pain would they go through until they breathed their last breath?
"You requested company?" He asked, stepping up behind the woman. At first, he thought he recognized her, but assumed it was just his imagination.
Or was it? Something felt different about her soul. She was an entity.