Hades
The sound of Felicia's breathing was wet and uneven—half choking, half sobbing—as she crawled on her knees across the cold marble, arms trembling like they couldn't bear the weight of her guilt. Her hands reached up to her face—twisted, mangled, leaking blood. She hesitated.
Then—
Crack.
The sound echoed through the hallway like a curse as she pushed her jaw back into place. Her scream was muffled. Her whole body convulsed. But she did it.
She forced herself upright and met Eve's eyes, a trembling wreck of the woman who once stood so high above the rest.
"P-please…" she whispered, barely coherent.
Eve's expression didn't change.
Her voice was frostbitten steel.
"Shove it back. No one needs your pleading."
Felicia flinched like she'd been slapped.
Then she looked down.
At herself.
At the blood on her hands.
At the red stain on the floor.
And something inside her… broke.
The grandeur. The delusion. The self-righteousness. All of it shattered with the next breath.
