Will a Kiss Make It Better?

The thought of that woman warmed her heart. The idea of bathing in his blood, the dream of eating his heart. It gave her a weird sort of pleasure. It was just, perfect. The thought of blood spilling from his neck and over his shirt. The taste of the fluid that would run warm from his soon to be cold and lifeless body. The thought of-

"Blessed is the king that guides me. " the voice of the being that lived within the girl spoke out. The girl's left hand reduced to bone once more, while her skin was covered in mostly bandages like a mummy. She again dawned her faded greed jumpsuit, her janitor uniform. While it wasn't really regulated, or enforced, she insisted on wearing it every day. On her right leg was a few stains of blood, but it was clean, pressed and ironed. Under it, from the top, her white dress shirt would be seen, and viable. From under, hidden behind the uniform was a suit, something she insisted on also wearing under her clothing, so she never needed to change to take a moment to gather herself. After work, was work, and after work, was work. There was no time for a break.

She was knelt down before her lockers at the back of the janitor's closet. The door left wide open, swinging inwards. The shelves fully stocked and organized and sorted for her day. The bins resting in the corner of the room, as the girl folded her head in prayer to her great god. "Blessed are those that follow me into the dark and from the light." she would say, her locker opened to reveal a shrine of some sort. Various animal skulls sroted, some on their own pedestals, while in the middle of it was a throne with a strange figure made of bone resting, his face in his hand as he leaned on the arm of his seat. The girl continued;

"Blessed are those that follow me into the dark and from the light."

She was not only a victim, but a survivor of the horrible military event gone wrong. She was there only to make a deal to extend a military contract. Strictly business. She didn't expect to be dragged into a mess of life and death. She didn't want to have to save children's lives. She never wanted anyone in danger in the first place. She just wanted her life back, but that was lost too. She had opened her own little nightclub. A bar, a dance floor, a snack bar. She begun to hire students part time to ensure they were at least well paid and taken care of. She knew the world was no perfect place, and having an eye on all sides of the world was the only way she knew everyone could be happy.

"May the kind kings and queens watch over me as I carry out destiny."

The aroma of incense, sage, and blood filled the room. Bits of raw meat, and what appeared to be a mutilated bird covered the figures of the shrine, as if she had offered it to her god, as some sort of sacrifice. Her own left hand, offered the same. Torn, ripped, and bandaged just to try to protect a child. Something foolish, perhaps, but righteous.

"Blessed is my hand to which life lives. "

She was Kasey. She was no longer the girl once known as Rena. Cherry was no where to be found, and perhaps that was for the best. Setsuna was himself. He was no longer known as Setsuki. But to them, to understand their origins, was to understand their destination. They were just a janitor here. They wanted to clean. They wanted to help. But outside, they were going to kill Thundershock.

"Blessed is my blade, from which death dies. Blessed is my life. Blessed is their death."

She would drop her hands to her lap, as she looked to her altar. She smiled, leaning in the half lit room of the janitor's closet. "Bless'ed Majinoki, I pray you watch over all that attend this school. May misfortune never fall upon them again."

But not once, did she ever make a prayer for herself.