Zephyr
And then, it is over. Dropped on Tephra's beaches, Carnage leaves her as if his torture had been all but a bad dream, instead of weeks (or was it months?) of agony. She remembers what she has done, she remembers the suicide, so when she feels the thumping of her heart beneath her chest, she is shocked to find it there.
She is shivering despite the heat, as water laps over her calmly - such a vast contrast from what she had just endured. Her body stays still, as she relishes in the fact that her heart is still there, that Carnage allowed her a second chance. Her eyes are drawn tightly shut, because despite being revived, she does not want to see the darkness again.
Come...and be transformed... A beckoning call on the wind that forces her orbs open...and to her surprise, what she sees is not black.
It takes a brief moment for her eyes to adjust to the new world around her; she finds herself blinking rapidly as her pupils shrink to thin cat-like slits. Was this dream or reality? Her heart leaps continuously in her chest, as she stands on shaky legs, taking in the world around her like a newborn foal.
In Tephra's early morning haze, the volcano looks like a masterpiece - tangerine and flaxen clouds swirl into rose and crimson. A thick fog shadows the base of the mountain, whose black frame towers over the lands. Tropical greenery sways softly in the gentle wind - it looks lush and plentiful. The ocean is a clear shade of azure, and as the waves hit the fine gray powder, it foams an ashen white. Seagulls call from up above, and suddenly her vision shifts to see an even closer image - silver and pallid creatures with curved orange beaks, flapping their wings and looking deep into the water for their breakfast.
What is happening? She wonders, still staring at the world around her. Never before had it been this clear - what was once a faded picture was now high-definition, smacking her in the face. A dream she had always wished for - a gift from Carnage.
Your blindness has weakened you... His voice, ever present in her mind, makes her shudder. He was right - it had weakened her. Would she let this miracle go to waste?
She cannot help herself, she moves to the waters edge, and looks at her reflection - the damage is haunting. Her eyes remain their milky shade of white, except now the film has disappeared, and in its place a dragon's pupil to see the world around her. Her right eye burns as she stares at His mark, it is carved deep into her skin, to the point the wound had scarred a nasty purple cicatrix. The tears that streamed from her eyes and mixed with its blood marking her skin with pale pink driblets. Down the same cheek, the demon's lesion had left more of a blood red scar, as did his laceration on her chest. Her pale white coat caked in a thick layer of browned blood.
And then she sees it. Her new reminder of the sacrifices she had made in His lair. The hole, about six inches wide, where her heart was. He had restored (and even heightened) her sight to see the hideous beast she had become. She takes a deep breath, looking away from the mirror and towards the sky. With her abdomen empty, with no possibility of creating a life, she would have to find another way to bring purpose to hers.
And that was exactly what she intended.
when it's said and done, we'll have our scars to show