Kill the Numbers [Dark Data]

[Miranda Frost]

How long was it? How long was the white haired angel allowed her fury? It seemed to have gone on an eternity, her claws tearing through them with ease. Too many of them perished for her to keep track of, not that she cared. She was prepared to give her life, and yet an army of these puny insects could do little more than scratch her. Her wings shone a blinding red and her fist burned through their numbers one at a time.

 However the brighter a light becomes, the greater its shadow. 

 The portal in which the betrayer had fled grew and consumed the battlefield and Miranda with it. Everything became black and then there was light. The Ashen was already a hellish place but when the place gained a new coat of paint, it was horrifying. The lakes of fire around her would give the environment a terrifying new look. This place was the darklings' home? It was sickening. 

 Despite the pressing issue at hand, she couldn't help but feel a nagging voice struggling in the back of her skull. Her body felt light, her balance thrown off. There was something missing, but what exactly? Miranda couldn't remember. She dug back and back, deeper and deeper, but couldn't find anything but an endless desert and a dark lonely basement full of horrors. Who exactly was Miranda Frost? What made up this complicated soup of memories? 

 What the fuck was the Terremoto?

 She was the captain of that vessel right? No, that didn't feel right at all. Those people she summoned, Miranda could not remember, yet she commanded them as if she did. The more she fought, the more she did here, the more she lost. Frost didn't even notice her wings fade away,  her halo silenced.

 She wasn't alone in this place though, Kuzu was there. It seemed he was suffering from the side effects of whatever he plagued his body with. He tried summoning something to deal with his chills but to no avail. Miranda sighed, her blood dripping claws zipping down the heavy coat she wore, slipping out of it. Her arms shone a crimson hue, the silver and rust surface covered with what remained of that darkling army. She couldn't bring herself to say it but, Miranda hated this man far less than she did a day ago. He was maniacal, crazy, and mentally ill at times, but there was something about seeing him in this state.

 Frost walked behind the man, her crimson eye avoiding him a she draped the heavy coat over his shoulders, watching him buckle over in its weight.
 
 "This is the weight I bear all day every day, but it keeps me warm and keeps me safe... " She'd murmur, her eyes flickering back to him. She could see it all within him, those countless souls drowning in their own madness and agony. Perhaps that was his own weight to bear, but unlike her coat, all of that dark shit within him is liable to get him killed or worse.

 "I don't know why I went into battle for you, drenched these arms in darkling blood for you. Every time I look at you I can't just see your handsome exterior. It sickens me to no end, but maybe its not because all the anguish of others you carry. Perhaps its because I cannot find you anywhere in that mess.", Miranda began, moving in front of him, zipping the heavy coat that covered him. "I'm starting to lose everything before this fucking hellhole Kuzu and even  then I keep losing. Dragonfire scorching the earth, Primes banishing themselves, all of this killing, it never ends."

 Miranda sighed and turned, her cybernetic eye changing from a crimson color to a deep blue. "I swear one what remains of myself: I will drag you back from hell."

 The moment to her was touching if not a tad bit embarrassing. If she didn't know any better she could have sworn she was crushing over him.... kinda like she crushed over Zack Fair and Drake Onier. Sure Kuzu wasn't quite the hunk they were but, he had his own qualities, even if she couldn't quite name them off the top of her head.

 The arrival of another would somewhat ruin the moment for her, this giant , ripped catfish looking motherfucker arriving to spread his ego over them. She almost laughed, but she almost launched herself at this... thing. Probably what saved this being's life was the irony of going from being able to kill millions on a mere whim to a relative pissant. 

 "I think I hate this guy worse than you Kuzu-boy", Miranda would bite out, holding back what she really wanted to say. It was funny how he was able to get close without her noticing. She could see in all directions for a good distance, yet here it was clouded immensely. Hell, she couldn't quite read this guy without looking at him. Being as repulsive as he was, Miranda would rather not have to lay her eye on someone as repulsive as him.

 "Let's... just go... please."