Words hurt.
She knew that better than anyone.
And that was why she armed herself with them.
Surrounding her fragile inner self with an arsenal of sharp edged words, tips
gleaming with poison and glistening with malice. Words hurt more then any fire
forged or heavy weapon. Words were tested and tempered with cruelty and
malicious, deadly intent, capable of inflicting harm beyond the capabilities of
tangible weapons.
And that was why they were her weapon of choice.
She sliced through weak emotional shields with ease and made ribbons out
of the souls whom had once tormented her. Ripping and slashing her way towards
the only thing that made her feel safe. Tearing others down with her words was
so much easier than building others up.
Destruction was so much simpler and faster than creation and she reveled
in her newfound power.
Words empowered her.
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