Somewhere, I hear a baby crying. It echoes from afar, tearing my soul to shreds. After an eternity of anguish it fades and leaves in its wake an icy silence. An absence so much worse.
I want my son back.
In the frozen oblivion of my despair, that one thought burns bright. Flames ignite from the anger, burn away the darkness and consume my pain. I am lifted from the cold.
My hand curls around ash.
I pull myself free of the muck, rain washing the burnt black remains of home from my corpse. Hatred burns within me still, fuels my frozen bones. And I am hungry.
I hunt.
The pimp's blood is sweet, but I hunger for more. A battered woman clings to herself in the corner with faded horror. She says thank you, but I shake my head.
I am not here to save.
I manage to growl out, "whore, the abuse you endure is deserving, fitting of one debased such as you." She fears again. "You believe you deserve better?" Shame shows itself in her whimpers and I feed again.
The untrue are punished.
The blanket of night comforts, it shrouds me and I am hidden. From others, from myself. Dawn comes and I run. Not home, never home. I will not go back to that icy tomb. I find the dark and stay there all day, sleeping.
What have I become?
At night I feed, a monster. All day I sleep, accompanied by horrid dreams. I am scorned by those long dead, those once close to my heart. And I miss the son I never knew.
My heart remains a raging inferno.
It is this anger that sustains, drives. A scouring wrath that consumes the simple woman I was, makes me the righteous devil I am. I embrace it, the pain doesn't go away, but it now has a purpose.
She says it is what drew her to me.
I am like her, though a pale shadow. She teaches and I learn. The pain becomes almost delightful and I teach the deserving this rapture in their last moments.
A baby cries, I howl and Heaven sends another Devil to cauterize the wounds of Creation.
"You have overstepped, brought shame to yourself, now it is time to see you fall..."
Korean beauty with youthful pale smooth skin and long raven hair left free and unbound. But it is her depthless dark eyes that capture, cold and haunted one moment and burning feverishly with righteous fury the next. Always dressed simply and properly, one might almost mistake her for a teen, but for her eyes.
History:
Eun-jin grew up in a small Gyeongju village with her poor family. She always
remained proper and respectful to her position in life, trying to help her
mother work from dawn till long after dusk, trying to take care of her younger
sister Su-mi, trying to avoid the abuse of her father and trying to do well
in school so she could make something of herself in order to attract a good
husband. She never questioned or resented the hardships of her life and
for the most part she was successful. Even when her mother was run down
in a traffic accident and she had to give up her hobbies and friends in
order to take care of her father and sister. Even when her father drunk
himself to death and she had to give up a university scholarship in order
to get a tourist job within Gyeongju to support her and her sister. Even
then she still managed to find a fine young and successful business man
to be her husband.
Six months after the wedding Eun-jin was a battered abused housewife and Su-mi was gone, cast out into the Pusan streets by Eun-jin's ill tempered and cheap husband. A year later Eun-jin began to waste away after Su-mi's raped body was found in the harbor. Then Eun-jin's son was stillborn after she "accidently tripped" down a stairwell. Finally, after returning home early from the hospital, she died in a raging fire that tragically consumed her house and husband.
Righteous Scourge of the Unfit, Unworthy and Untrue
Porcelain skin of the palest white, hard and unyielding, but spider webbed with cracks of dark ash, as if a doll ravaged by fire. The eyes are empty, pure black orbs of watery oblivion, but her hands are sharp. Sharp and eager to rend wretched flesh. A hellish porcelain doll wrapped in a flowing white silk dress, splattered with still wet bloody handprints.