Brittany

Brittany closed her eyes as screams rose all around her. She grinned in victory when she heard the whine of endless weapons going off. It never failed to amuse her how these pitiful humans always made such a racquet when a goddess came to visit. Of course they probably did what they did in fear. Since only fools dared cross her path.

Brittany sighed in pleasure when a wet sticky substance landed on her arms. The dark liquid was like a drug. It intoxicated her senses making her want more and more. She let her mind wander as more of that delicious liquid made contact with her bare arms and shoulders.

Brittany had only been doing this for a few years, yet already she was addicted. She was addicted to the power she felt as they fell before her. Their pitiful cries for release made her obsession that much sweeter. She knew that some viewed her as the goddess that she was. While others whispered in fear of her dark deeds.

She had to smile at that. Since no one but her sisters knew the truth. A truth that could haunt a human to their death bed; a truth so painful that it gave her such joy as she whispered it into the ears of those whose lives she would take. Yes, she was a goddess...a goddess of blood and pain.