elise.rivera
They called her the Pointer. She was the whistle blower of the group. Always pointing fingers at who she knew was responsible for every mess up, no matter how small or minuscule. One day that job would give her lovely end of laying face down in a ditch with her throat slit.
I want it all gone. Every damn memory of her. I am done playing these little games. I don't give a shit how many guns she is pointing at me. This wont make me forgive her. Nothing will.
i summoned a demon, again, this happens far too often. " you messed up my familiar says from my shoulder. you think that you would ave learned from the first time this happened but no you had to go back in a fuck it all up