Anger—There was so much of it in Levi’s veins that it made her vision cloud up. Her fists curled at her sides as she stood up straight—How did someone kill Death? That just didn’t make sense, but this foolish package of flesh and bone and blood had found a way to do it, and boy did it not sit well with the huntress. She grit her teeth and narrowed her eyes, taking quiet steps forward.

        Avenge, avenge, avenge, avenge. That’s what you do, you avenge those who are gone. So let the anger fly, little hunter. Let the anger fly.

        Oh, Levi had every intention of doing so. Taking a deep breath in, she let it out slowly before lashing out, fists flying in a frenzy that could only be called rage, maybe somewhere deep under all that rage, there was heartbreak too. Levi was relentless in her attack, shaking off retaliation and defensive strikes.

        Too high on her own adrenaline, she wouldn’t let her fists settle until she had the other human on the ground, bloodied and begging for mercy. Her fist stayed balled in the collar of the shirt they wore, left fist cocked back ready for one more swing. Just one more.

       C’mon, finish the job, Levi. Let him have it. He deserves it. Lilith wasn’t doing anything to deserve what she got, was she? It’s only fair you give back what was wrongfully given out.

        Did she really go about it that way, like the good book said? What was it, an eye for an eye?—But that made the whole world blind, in a sense, if everyone sought revenge for every wrong doing that had ever fallen upon them. Letting that fist fly, she untangled her hand from his shirt and let him fall to the ground. No, she hadn’t hit him hard enough to do any more damage—The last one had been a wordless warning for him to watch his ass, because if Levi had her way, he’d get exactly what he deserved.

        Which was a life for a life. He’d taken away Lilith’s, and Levi was going to take his.