Who: Christina and open What: Lucifer's daughter comes to town When: Today Where: the woods Warnings: Probably
She had managed to shake those God guys a few statelines away and Christina was feeling pretty smug as she finally crossed the town line into Everett. When would Team Vatican learn that Christina could give as good as she got? They had already thrown their most powerful weapons at her. Her mother, her lover. Christina had destroyed both of them and if she could kill Anne and Jesse, nobody was safe. The rest of them were just stupid cattle, fucking cannon fodder. None of them were as strong or as smart or as faithful as they thought they were.
Thou shalt not kill.
What a joke that was. They couldn't even follow their own stupid religion. And while many would question the existence of God, Christina knew that he was real. He had answered her prayers after all. When she had wandered down to the lake, broken and desperate and defeated. When she had asked God if she needed to die he had answered her by sending Father David back from the grave to kill her. If that wasn't a glaringly obvious sign that God wanted her to die, she didn't know what was. At the time she had still been fighting what was inside of her. She was willing to let Father David throw her into that pit of flame. O bitter irony that Jesse had been the one to save her. He wasn't saving much of anyone at all anymore. The last time Christina had seen her boyfriend was when she had stabbed him in the neck and left him to die under the crumbling Kramer house.
Christina didn't really care what God wanted now which was why she had no problem taking out his soldiers as they pursued Christina across the crumbling wasteland of what had once been the United States of America. She was over her death wish and all she really wanted to do was kick back and watch the world end.
This world is a sick dog that needs to be put down.
Christina shrugged her shoulders, her thick blonde hair tumbling down her back. It was hard to get a haircut in the apocalypse. The ravens that had followed behind her on her way into town all dispersed in the air, their black wings flapping like the little harbingers of death they were. She wasn't in Everett to socialize, although she had heard good things about the night life. No, Christina had very little interest in the affairs of humans. She did however have an interest in another little girl who was born to a father with a certain stigma. A little girl who could easily be ripped from her mother's arms, just as Christina had been from Anne's. A little girl who could grow up in the wrong family, who wouldn't understand the powers that she had. A little girl who didn't have a choice because she was just a child. A little girl whose mother might be surrounded with men just like Boyd right now. A little girl who might grow up and fall in love and discover that everyone she ever loved either abandoned her or tried to kill her.
No. Christina would not allow any of that to happen. This child would have a choice. She would not be ripped away from her mother (unless of course the mother was a murderous bitch like Anne had been). This little girl would be raised by a family that loved her and helped her find her way, helped her make her own choices. This little girl wouldn't be blinded for seventeen years before thrown to the wolves out in the world. Christina wouldn't stand for any of it.
And as she walked through the woods, the plants and trees behind her all withered and died.