"I'll kill you while you sleep."
When Catherine said that, you'd better have believed and stayed up all night with several body guards by your bedside. Even then, you might not have made it.
Not trying to frighten you, of course. It took quite a spit to piss Catherine off that much.
You see, Catherine was not, well . . . Catherine. That was a name that a young boy she met gave to her when he found her naked in the forest. Catherine was actually Havoc, a member of the council of the Uni Verse, the one verse of the one song that repeated throughout and without the everything and the nothing. She was as close to a god as you get.
So messing with her was not a good idea, especially on a bad day. By bad day, of course, I mean any day when the sun is shining and the temperature is rising. Personally she would prefer sitting in a cool, pale glow, naked. Clothing was so restricting- it pinched in the wrong places and always made one too hot or too cold. Best to be rid of it, in her opinion.
Catherine was not happy at all with her life, helping out a local hospital as a healer's assisstant. She was being crushed, constricted to a human's life. She was withering away.
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