Myths

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Bad Dog page 13

ConnorLachmanec

on May 19, 2020

She pulls back her hand and screams. Pain courses up and down her arm as Kat’s acid blood melts her flesh down to the bone. She tucks her burning hand under her arm and curls into a ball, tears streaming down her face.
Kat stands, dark blood dripping from mouth and nose, pupils dilated, sclera bloodshot. They stare at the blood wiped on their left hand and then at the writhing half-dryad. She looks up at Kat, staring into their vacant black eyes. Eyes like windows into Tartarus as they stand over her and speak with a voice that she feels in her bones more than she hears.
“You really shouldn’t have done that.”
Kat reaches out with their bloody hand and places it palm down on the half-dryad’s face, burning her down to the skull. She screams as foul-smelling smoke rises and Kat’s eyes glow with infernal flame. Flames that rise from the depths of the underworld to engulf their body, traveling down their arm to torment their shrieking victim, her green hair crackling like dry grass.