Karisa smiled sweetly before she became now serious, no longer hiding her dark gaze, her restless bitch face now letting go as she walked towards the way that her adopted mother and father went. She looked around and tried to hear anything. She saw Cultists jump out of the random doors in the hall and come for her. She was devoid of emotions while she used her strength to shove some faces into the walls, and cracked a few skulls as her mind was slowly cracking and letting go of the sands of sanity. "I'm here, I'm here, where are you, where are you? In the rooms, under the bed, the bed was covered in red. The closet, the closet, that hides the skeletons and profits. Where are you, where are you, I am here, I am here..." Karisa then opens the door to see him cowering and holding a katana. I dodge the flaming debris and wood that fell from the ceiling as I just walked forward.
Karisa then triggers her spell, my one eye forming into an unknown design as it glows blue. "W-what have you become?" he asked as he then sneered. "It doesn't matter, you're here to either die or bend to my will, my desires!" He spoke and attacked her with his sword, but she dodged and her hand palm slammed in the mid-chest area, making him fall. Karisa felt a cut on her arm from the katana. "tell me, when I was left at your door when I was an infant, did you see anyone there?" Karisa asked softly as she gave him a minute, but he wouldn't answer. This was pissing Karisa's demigod self as she then formed a dagger, shoving it inside of his forehead. "Tell me before a fingers start missing.." she whispered with tears in her eyes. "Yes, I believed it was a Norse Icebergian god, but I saw nothing more than it looked like a man." he told her.
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