With blood-stained hands, Regalia sat in front of the gore. Her eyes lingered on her bruised knuckles, all the while, silence took hold of the small tent. A handful of soldiers had been accompanying her for a while, but everything changed once she dragged the guts out of the traitor's bellies with her bare hand and somehow still managed to keep them alive.
Sitting in a pile of their own bile and intestines, the traitors screamed and howled until their throats bled until they choked themselves. And now, with their voices drifting into the underworld, their tormenter's rage was finally sated.
Her anger at the giants, her frustration from being reprimanded by Raven too many times in recent days, Regalia had given in to her beastly side, and coming out sated on the other end, her humanity was now making her slightly upset with herself.
