Anne's eyes darkened, she wasn't scared, she wasn't worried, she felt nothing, but looking at the fog, her anger started growing, wrath filled her, Hells' Dancer materialized, and she lunged, this time not majestic, only the gnarly emotions filled her dance—if it could even be called one...
A small creature stood in her path, it was harmless, no sane person would till a pet for no reason, but she wasn't sane. She swung, it split in half, screeching in pain, but Anne didn't care, the only thing she could see was food, fresh, and delicious.
She bit in slowly, the copper smell rose, the aroma was delightful to her, then, the rusty iron taste of blood, as her teeth started sinking in, the raw taste created heaven in this hellish realm. It was weirdly grainy, the fat was delicious, the muscles softened, every bite felt better and better, she felt as if her wrath was getting cleansed from her very being.
As fate would have it, she saw a humanoid figure far in the horizon, a foggy shadow surrounded by crimson light, like a beacon of hope, it lit in her mind, she approached, hurriedly yet calmly, trying not to surprise or scare them, it was like she was catching a wild animal, though, in truth, she couldn't even know the difference in this condition, in this world, her mind was twisted beyond her instincts.
Anne walked calmly, getting closer every second, before she saw the face, it was once again Michael, he was somehow still smiling, it truly seemed devilish but Anne just couldn't figure out why.
"Heya, nice meeting you again," He spoke calmly, even in this place, Anne answered, voice cracking with hunger, "How are you always around me. Every. Single. Time." Anne quivered, ready to strike, if Michael couldn't answer with a good reason, she'd leave no mercy for him.
"Oh, what a great question you got. I am in EVERY layer of this hell. I've been stuck here for what feels like a millennia, I watched as one after another, people ascend to the next layer." His voice filled with primal rage, not the one that this world held against him, it wasn't wrath, it was pure anger from the deepest creeks of his heart.
"I am but a diminished clone made of the moonlight of the first hell, I watched as the original went to the next layer." He started crying in sorrow, and suddenly, like a switch had been flipped, erasing his memory, "Ah, well, hungry?"
Anne shook her head, "I just ate," Trying not to bring up that sudden change, "I'm not really hungry now." Michael hissed, "But, you're never full," A bright smile ran through his face, no, it was more than a smile. "But still, I just ate." Anne tried to refuse.
"Well, I can't force you, can I?" Michael laughed, crimson tears started flowing, he tried to hide it, but it wasn't some little thing.
Diminished moon appeared once again, this time more starry, more powerful. "I didn't think it would be stronger," Cutting off her sentence, Michael said with a soulless voice, "I'm a bigger fragment of the sword."
"A fragment?" Anne muttered under her breath...