turn from the light that made them all go blind; stoney

[violence]

violence

Yes, says the girl, and Violence smiles, pleased at the servitude, the way she pledges herself.
However, Violence has no need for her when she has the bones, when she has the open and wiling mind of her alien sister. What can this girl offer? Amusement, certainly, but Violence has never wanted for amusement. Perhaps something else, for her mind is still open and her eyes gleaming, her willingness writ large in her, the way she stands before the bones like an altar.

Well, perhaps there is one more thing to do with her.

Violence sinks into her mind, this time not toeing the shallows but diving into the deep end, entrenching herself in the folds and curves of her mind. There is a clattering sound as the bones fall to the earth, no longer held aloft by her necromancy, for all her concentration is honed on taking the girl’s mind as her own.

She begins to run. She makes her run. She tests the body, pushes it to its limits, until –
Well, until a precipice comes into view. It’s not a long drop, but long enough. The lips curl in a grin, and her course changes, still running, then, flying.
For a moment, anyway.
And then the body crashes to earth, a sickening crack echoing as her neck breaks, and Violence’s mind leaves her, rockets back into her own body. She takes a breath, and the bones reassemble.
She reaches out to what she expects is the girl’s corpse, and for a moment there is something, and then radio silence. She hadn’t died. Violence had been sure she had – still recalls the crack of her bones – but she can’t feel the death.

She sighs, and turns to leave, the bones clattering after her.

I’d stay the hand of god, but war is on your lips

OBVIOUSLY lmk if I should change anything <33 I was thinking break her neck, her immortality eventually causes it to heal, maybe it's always a little janky? whatever you want.