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Sauntering down the hallway, with her tawny ponytail swishing from side to side each step she took, the tall and tranquil woman pocketed her hands into her dark azure blazer. Today had definitely gone less than to be expected. Easy. Almost too easy. It seemed strange though, that she would seek out a challenge, that she would cling to chaos even now. Sam was shocked to find that she'd rather have complications - given how important perfection was regarding the Mayor and his team. Maybe there was still a part of her that even now, rebelled even against her own safety, endlessly yearning for destruction and insanity. 

Balling her hands into small fists, wrinkling her blazer in the process, Sam continued down to her room. Just as she could spot the metal of her door, Aaelith felt a presence behind her. Someone was watching. Turning her dark gaze behind her, she leveled her stare on the mutt that was just behind her now, almost next to her. With a snarl on her lips, Sam turned away, listening halfheartedly to the monotone voice that commanded forth her attention. 

With an irritated huff, Sam diverted her attention from the door directly in front of her to turn and face the small creature. With one deft motion, she took her hands out of her pockets to place them at her hips, cocking her head to the side with a masterfully arched brow raising. 
"What do I [i]think[/i]?" She gave a breathy laugh, though no hint of amusement flashed in her steely gaze. 

"I think....." She drew back the snarl, becoming somber in mere seconds. "I think that whatever this is," She motioned grandly around her, arms displaying the rooms, and the manor. "...Is only the beginning of something..." Her eyes darkened, and she opened her mouth to say the next few words, only to close it shut again. "Look -- never-mind what I think. It doesn't matter." 

Turning to her door, Sam chanced another glanced at the metal beast. Her head was tilted at a forty degree angle, halfway between the door and Bladewolf. There was something behind her eyes, something less than hard, yet complex nonetheless. As soon as it had appeared, it had vanished, just like the early morning fog. 
"Perhaps you should get to fixing a monitor, or whatever it is you do." Edged like a blade, her voice had cut through the silence between them, offering nothing other than her usual vehemence. 

With that, Sam uttered her password [i]"Lucter et Emergo"[/i], voice smooth as silk and dipped in molten fire. An ancient Latin, her native tongue. Her hand stretched forward, fingertip pressing against the reflective glass of the scanner. As her door opened, she slipped in quickly, hoping to keep the metal mutt from looking in. The door shut behind her. 

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Her back against the door, Sam covered her face with her hands before sliding down the length of the cold door, throat burning and eyes watering. No matter how hard she tried, she could never be anything but a monster. Lifting her face from her hands, not bothering to wipe the burning tears trailing down her face. As far as she was concerned, they didn't exist. Her eyes flashing, Aaelith stormed to the center of her room, furiously wiping at the remnants of tears. Why she was crying, she had no idea. Maybe the separation from her demon form was finally starting to break her down, piece by piece. Turning her into a puzzle never to be solved. 

As she dropped to the middle of her room, candle-light illuminating her golden skin, Aaelith lowered herself down to the floor once again. This time, she clutched at her chest, nails tearing at the sensitive flesh that lay just above her collarbone. Letting out a scream, Aaelith dug deeper. As if she could tear the beast out of her. The fresh scent of metal wafted up to her nose, working it's way down her throat, and embedding itself deep into her lungs. Gritting her teeth, grinding the molars together, Aaelith swallowed the wave of pain that assaulted her. 

Pain. It was the only way to keep herself at bay. The only thing to remind her that she was mortal. Pain was her comfort. She could feel it now, her relief flowing out of her veins and down her skin, falling on the hardwood and burning against the floor. Detaching her claws from her lacerated skin, Aaelith leaned towards the ground, placing her forehead against the floor. The beast was at bay for now. A faint tug within her chest told her it wasn't over. It never was. In life, you destroy all that tries to destroy you. That's how you keep living. The only problem was.... What if the thing that tried to destroy you, was [i]yourself[/i]?