The Broken Bells.: The Bell's Victor

The rain was pouring. Blood on her boots left a faint trace before being washed away from the blood. Another voice had been added to the bell. Another mission complete. It didn't matter, it was her job after all. But she couldn't help wonder if she could leave this demon world. Stop the killing and the violence. The bells wheren't just a warning to her. They where promises that she had to keep. Since no matter how many demons she had slain with her hand she never broke the rules she had set for herself. The promises of the bells. Her bell represnted her rules of fighting. While her husbands was their rules of living. She took more steps through the rain. It washed the bloodied hands and tainted the water when it fell to the ground. The bells made no sound as the moved on her belt. Another battle. Another fight. More blood. No matter how she tried, she was stuck. But with her promises she took a step to keeping her promises.