Visions of the past

[Concordia Attica]

::Kalicity Saflicia::

Thousands of years had passed. So many millenia's of torment, despair and darkness. With blood spilling onto the streets, the rancid smell of death remained pungent for decades. Having never been able to wash the blood completely off her hands, she was never truly haunted by the terror she and her family created. Instead, she looked for more lives to destroy. Having the ability to molest innocent children while forcing their families to watch, simply unable to do anything. Bleeding out the weak minded almost to the brink of death, then let them rise from the torment only to do it again and again. She gorged herself on their fear and found distinct pleasure to their constant suffering. Mercy was not in her dictionary and she showed no remorse for anything ranked below her status. She didn't understand why people wanted the pathetic human race to live. They were nothing but vermin. Pests. A total waste of space. Mere cattle for her and her kind.

But over the recent years, her blood-thirsty reign had slowly began to fade. She seemed to forget what she was here for. What she was bred for. What she was trained for. She had dismissed her only known family and with good reason.

Her growing children had gained a suttle control over her. She desired them to succeed, even though she had not been in their best interest to have her as a mother. She had not been there when they needed her the most. She slaughtered two of her own kin due to her selfishness, of not wanting them to be around. They were an obstacle that held her back, so in her heartlessness, she disposed of them as needed. One was cast into darkness before he even stepped foot into this retched world. The other had already blossomed into a beautiful young kindred but she did not excel to her mother's expectations. So death was her calling.

But she survived the underworld and was reborn again. A fallen angel. With wings sewn to her back, she had made a triumphant recovery by the help of Kalicity's youngest daughter. Together their bond had flourished and they became closer than ever.

As she meandered in thought over her past, her right foot rested over a fallen body. The blood littered the barren floor. The tree's over head were permanently scarred from an ever-lasting curse. She needed the blood of an innocent, to taste it one last time before she decided to put herself to sleep. But that was not all. Having been waiting so patiently, Gabriela was to be arriving soon. She decided she needed to speak with her youngest chylde, for she knew out of all of them..She would take this news the hardest. Somehow Gabriela had thought that some other purpose still lingered for her mother but Kalicity could not see it. Her future was hidden from her.

Perhaps because her future was no more. It had diminished along with her name.

With her weapons upon her back, the shadows cast over her erotic figure. Leather clothing was nestled tightly, conforming every curve on her flawless body. Her silver hues were glazed over with a humble sadness, something that was hardly seen upon this glorious face. Blood trickled down the side of her mouth and her gauntlets that decorated her hands glistened in the moonlight.

Gazing upwards to the clear blue sky, the full moon persuasively held its morbid beauty. The angelic rays illuminated her pallid skin and danced on her sunless hair. Then off in the distance, she heard a pack of wolves singing their song. It appeared that they too were mesmerized by the giant star in the sky. With a single crimson tear rolling off her cheek, her eyes shifting to a chilling blue. She could only do one thing.

She smiled.

[Circ]

Below are a few things I found in my initial review of the first few sentences of your story. If you wish, I can do a review of the work in its entirety.

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"So many millenia's of torment, despair and darkness."--there is so much for me to say regarding this tiny, eight-word-long sentence: millennia is spelled wrong, and in its plural form is written millennium; that apostrophe does not belong! and if you don't believe me, see if "so many car's of torment" or "so many crabapple tree's of torment" makes sense; and add an finite verb to your sentence, as it is currently just a thought trailing off to nowheresville.

"Having the ability to molest innocent children while forcing their families to watch, simply unable to do anything."--this sentence lacks an object.

"Bleeding out the weak minded almost to the brink of death, then let them rise from the torment only to do it again and again."--this sentence lacks an object.

In this =>"distinct pleasure to their constant suffering"<= sentence, to should be in.

In this =>"But over the recent years, her blood-thirsty reign had slowly began to fade."<= sentence, began should be begun, and But should be omitted.

"[...] she showed no remorse for anything ranked below her status."--what status is that?