Confronting the Demon

'I shall endure. I shall endure. There is no option to fail.'

It was a mantra that she repeated over and over. She was single minded now in her quest. She could feel the heat of the demon. She was close. For her entire life she had sought the beast that had ate the souls of her family before her very eyes and left her. Mocking her. Laughed at her. Humiliated her.

She hated this demon. She lived to see it dead before her feet. She had had no childhood. Only preparation for this day. She had practiced the arts of warfare. The sword in her hand was but an extension of her arm. She had not let go of it for more years than she could remember. Every atom of her being was bent on finding and destroying the demon. She could feel it. There it was before her now. The end was in sight. The demon would die at her hand.

Little did she comprehend then that it had already won. For such was her need for vengence, she was about to become as much a monster as that which she hoped to destroy...