The most dreaded moment in the life of Neeva is the moment her body fall in deep slumber. Often she dreams of nothing, pleasant thing or murdering more people. There is one dream realm she falls into when her luck fails her, the land of ashes. Once she land on the ash wasteland, darkness surround her as she walk aimlessly until the ashes emits a pulse, like heart beats.


Each vibration ignites the ground, darkness becomes hellfire as the screams of agony of multiple species echoes from every directions. Skeletons from Neeva's murders rise from the cinders, staring as she attempts to escape their gaze. They do not pursue her since they are everywhere, nowhere to run , the fog of black smokes soon blinds her. Once she see's nothing it is too late, the crimson sphere emits a powerful shockwave pushing the smokes away, like an eye it stares at Neeva. The manifestation of her unending hatred emerge, the demonic version of her own soul.


She can only cry in fear as the beast grabs her shoulder, armor deformed, no flesh and blood, an undying fire burning through its chest with a deep voice spewing ashes from its mouth. Every-time Neeva's attempts to quit her life of violence and desire for vengeance from a life she never ask for, the beast drags her back into it.



'' When will you learn insolent child? You cannot escape your fate, those searing chains that binds you to this duty will never break and let you fly away from this cage little bird. You were born to kill, a living weapon without redemption , you know it too well dont you? Look at those fellow yinglets, you murdered them in cold blood because they wanted you to be safe in an enclave, but you are not a yinglet you are a monster. Alone amongst degenerate, do you seriously intend to quit your life and be with them? You are unable to stand their stupidity, you are unable to relate, you care only for yourself! Dont make me laugh, that enclave of yours? It will burn too, you'll kill them all once bored, once they ran out of usefulness.


You are worthless, you are a freak, you are me and i am you, a being of burning hatred, a life of constant destruction! I will make sure it keeps that way, you can throw as much armor away but you'll craft new one to use, since you are the matriarch, the ''hero'' of your kind hahahaha! What will they think if they heard their little hero kill her own species? Kill this illusion of redemption, the only way you can change your fate is by killing yourself, but you wont have the guts to do it, not until everyone responsible for your life are dead. Once they all die, you'll find other excuses to murder, until one they you end up being killed or caged so tight you wont be able to escape.


You may go now, i feel the warmth of dawn approaching, wipe those tears away, you dont deserve to feel regret. You have no shoulder to cry on anyway, no one pity you hahahaha! Farewell little one, i will be watching you, so shall every souls screaming vengeance for their death by your hands. ''




When Neeva finally wakes up, in tears and sweating profusely , she empty her pain crying in a corner until she feels numb again, then she leaves her tent wearing an helmet to hide her face ready for a new strike against someone who harmed a yinglet who was not herself.

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This art was also for a week challenge with the theme being ''gothic'' idk if its gothic but its edgy and dark enough.



Neeva and the art belongs to me


Yinglet species belongs to  valsalia