The bodies at their feet were nameless, faceless to Ella, though not entirely innocent. They had not been chosen with extreme care, but they'd at least been chosen as a small way to further their path to vengeance while bettering themselves in the process. Even now, she didn't really care to think on what they'd done to the people they'd just killed, and she couldn't have, even if she'd wanted to.
She felt like her entire body was radiating with the new bit of soul that she captured within, like its vibrance outshone any tear she'd made in her own soul in the process. Even if she hadn't put a bit of her own soul into Terrence's body, she was pretty sure the feeling of knowing that he had hers would be just as brilliant.
Of course, maybe that was just because she knew with absolute certainty what he was feeling about having her soul in him. His fire, his desire, elation--it all burned brightly inside of her and, despite how someone else might have looked in upon this situation, Ella could not fathom the days when they hadn't thought of doing this.
Her chest rose and lowered with each deep breath she took, cheeks flushing. It was probably a trick of the dim light, but she swore she could see herself in--or through, perhaps--his eyes. She wondered if it was the same for him. Fuck. This was amazing. How could something be so damning when it was so right? They were going to hell, alright, but she'd be biting and scratching him the entire way there. And no one else would be able to lay claim on her soul. No one would ever, ever be able to claim her soul the way Terrence had.