07-20-2017, 02:01 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2017, 11:35 AM by Ash.
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Blaming her for the little things, blaming her for her own mistakes... This was something her mother had alway done and frankly the demonic twist to her already ear-grating voice sounding like she was pissed that the younger morality mirrored humanoid had died didn't faze Ash in the least bit. Primarily because the Prime no longer - if she ever did - cared about what the woman who birthed her had to say.
Rather early on in her life, this became evident. It shouldn't come to a surprise that Ash has always been the head strong one.
Her mother was right though, she and Bella were completely different. The thing her mother didn't get though was why. Isabelle was honestly pure of heart. She was everything her image stood for. The kindest person you'd ever meet, selfless, responsible, sweet, and just about perfect. You'd think Ash would take advantage of her, or worse hate her for being so true and honest. You'd be wrong. Because while she had her flaws and defects, she has never blamed her sister for being herself. She blamed her mother for thinking that was the only way to live. She had no idea how her mother managed to remain hornless with how she acted. Faking it until you make it wasn't sinful, but the pride in that woman could make a preacher shake his head in shame.
"Funny how you claim my judgment immoral, but here you are doing the same." Vivian's voice was more demonic than her own and less true to the woman whom this nightmare borrowed it from.
The white voids that were the Storm Demon's eyes narrow. As it growled out from the darkness the liquid that held her suspended like this lapped at her naked form. As if the voice carried the power to send her back into the depths of her subconscious.
Ash didn't answer the disembodied and out of character echo of her mother's voice, much in the same way, she'd react to Vivian's unaltered vocal scolding as she grew up. The woman judged her entire existence relentlessly and without a spot of mercy. Anything Ash did was analyzed by the older woman for weeks on end.
"Not talking to mommy is rude you know.." The stolen voice reverted back to her mother's normal tone but with a faint echoing effect, as if that would get a better rise out of her.
It would continue to be ignored.
Rather early on in her life, this became evident. It shouldn't come to a surprise that Ash has always been the head strong one.
Her mother was right though, she and Bella were completely different. The thing her mother didn't get though was why. Isabelle was honestly pure of heart. She was everything her image stood for. The kindest person you'd ever meet, selfless, responsible, sweet, and just about perfect. You'd think Ash would take advantage of her, or worse hate her for being so true and honest. You'd be wrong. Because while she had her flaws and defects, she has never blamed her sister for being herself. She blamed her mother for thinking that was the only way to live. She had no idea how her mother managed to remain hornless with how she acted. Faking it until you make it wasn't sinful, but the pride in that woman could make a preacher shake his head in shame.
"Funny how you claim my judgment immoral, but here you are doing the same." Vivian's voice was more demonic than her own and less true to the woman whom this nightmare borrowed it from.
The white voids that were the Storm Demon's eyes narrow. As it growled out from the darkness the liquid that held her suspended like this lapped at her naked form. As if the voice carried the power to send her back into the depths of her subconscious.
Ash didn't answer the disembodied and out of character echo of her mother's voice, much in the same way, she'd react to Vivian's unaltered vocal scolding as she grew up. The woman judged her entire existence relentlessly and without a spot of mercy. Anything Ash did was analyzed by the older woman for weeks on end.
"Not talking to mommy is rude you know.." The stolen voice reverted back to her mother's normal tone but with a faint echoing effect, as if that would get a better rise out of her.
It would continue to be ignored.
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