Rhonna: Nualia, Round 4 (1)

Years of demonic servitude has corrupted Nualia’s body. Rhonna could hardly recognize her former friend. Nualia’s delicate porcelain skin took a shade of ugly crimson, her vibrant hair transformed into an ugly withered shade.

“You think you have escaped your demonic oath?” Nualia screams at her coven sister. Her voice full of spite and mockery. “The demons still call for you, Rhonna. I know you hear them at night when you sleep.”

Rhonna shakes her head. “Shut up!”

“You think those pathetic constellations can save you?” Nualia smiles, her black eyes becoming gaping holes of cold inky void. “They are calling for you.”

“Shut up!”

Rhonna screams, throwing another blast at her coven sister.