Losing all hold

Miraye's eyes widened in bewilderment.
"Polite? Polite my ass! Look here, you bastard! You're the one who is taking extreme measurements for the safety of Tic! For what?! Hell, it's not like you ASKED me if you could keep him in here, lying to him that I was GONE the whole bloody time! Now you're handing him over to.. that LADY. Politeness? Nowhere near that!" She clenched her palms tighter, the nails digging into her pale skin. Blood had now started dripping from her hands and spotted along her dress. Even her lip was bleeding from how she bit hard into it, letting all movements of deep anger out physically. Patience escaped to its home of virtues.

But most of all...
Her scar opened from all the stress from the past weeks. Everyone stared at the sight; she was a graceful bloody mess in a white gown. The blood literally poured out from her left eye and scar.
It trickled to the floor, causing a shining red puddle into the light. The thunder boomed and the lightning struck, causing the castle to black out in a brief moment.

"When they say 'letting it all out', they mean it..." remarked Matthias, watching the red wine burst out from the girl. How can one body hold so much blood? Amazing how the human body can be, and this proved it.

Matthias' voice was gone in Miraye.

Silence slowly filling into her thoughts.

Her heart felt like it stopped.

Miraye took a step off the table and landed with a soft 'thud' on the floor; dress soaked, her feet in her own blood.
"Hand over the Sink boy," a voice whispered from her pale lips.

But Larkin refused.

"Regret may now become your best friend," her voice rang into the air. "Not everyone is patient, you see. No. Some ask before taking action. I tried to use this plan but it isn't working. No, none of that now."
As if lightning had entered the castle, crimson pierced into Miraye's brown eyes.

Her arm shot out from her side and caught a man who was slowly crawling towards the door by his collar. She dragged him closer, almost breathing into his into his brain. He was a governor and he squirmed. "Be a good boy now," she muttered into his hair, trying to keep him still. With her other arm, she raised it and all the darkness from the castle had vanished. All the shadows encircled this free hand and it swirled faster and faster.

It stopped. For a brief moment it stood there, enveloping Miraye's hand. Then, a long red sword appeared from nowhere and the blade lead downward. With a quick breath, it struck the governor's neck, blood spilling and flowing like a maginificent fountain. Blood stained Miraye, her menacing smile on her pale face, red dripping. Liquid petals blinded her eyes, but this didn't matter. From crimson, it vanished to a deep grey and blue marks curled out from her right eye. The Miraye who wanted to rescue her friend was gone. Trapped in a spirit of revenge and hatred.

No, this was a demon.
The governor's decapitated head dropped to the floor, the dead eyes staring back at her.

She looked up to Larkin, licking the red candy on her lips. She smiled.
"Something tells me everyone in here will end up like him. You wouldn't want that, now, would you?"

"Aw great, she gets all possessed on us," Matthias whined behind her.