The Darkest Evil Is That Of What Is Inside Your Soul!

[Glass Prison]

{Demon child of age 12}
Urania stood breathing heavily atop the hill looking down upon a bloody field. Her red eyes scanned the landscape for any survivers of her deadly attack she performed earlier. The wind whipped around her tugging at her crimson colored piggy tails and pulling at her long black dress that was stained with elf blood. Her necklace with a skull pendent hung from around her pale neck and glintted in the sun. She held her deadly blade with gloved hands, downward the blood of innocent creatures dripping to the ground and slowly drying on the edges. Black fog rolled in behind her and swirled around the bottom of her dress. She fluttered her black wings, streaks of silver running through them, the sunlight not able to seep through. A devlish smile spread across her lips as she quickly spotted a weak survivor. She arrived at his side with telepathic speed, raising her blade high above her head. She winked at him before bringing it down on his neck and laughing lightly as his head rolled off to the side. She reached her hand down and swiped two fingers across his bloody chest and brought them to her lips. She spread the blood on her lips and puckered, bending over and kissing his cheek before turning and running through the forest.
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[Glass Prison]

Urania stopped abruptly in the middle of the damp forest. She lifted her nose to the sky to sniff out an blood trails or other creatures. She dropped her large blade that was covered in dried elf blood to ground and stepped on it's handle. She closed her deadly red eyes and hummed an eerie tune, attracting an animal to her. Her black pig tail swung when. She moved off her blade and picked it up, tying it to a low branch of a tree. A stream was close by she slipped her dress off and stood half naked with her toes in the water. She stripped all the way down and washed away the blood and dirt. She exited the water and marched over to her blade carrying a wet cloth. She whipped down her sharp blade carefully, carassing it gently. She had taken her hair down, it's black colors with tinted hues hanging long down her body covering her naked appearence. She tossed the cloth to the side and sat down behind a bush, willing her dinner to pass by.