In no time at all, Lady Ori stood in front of Contessa de Rohan’s office door. She hid the dagger behind her back.

The knight’s that flanked either side glared down at her.

She met eyes with the knight who had dull, blonde hair, and smiled a wide, unkind smile. “Sir Jonathon~” she sang, “It’s been so long, I hardly recognized you.”

Sir Jonathon made a face. Lady Ori was usually too terrified of him to speak. He made sure she saw him put his hand on his sword hilt, and shot her a meaningful glance.

Lady Ori laughed. “You fucked up so bad, Jonathon,” she told him. In one swift movement, Lady Ori shot out her left arm and grabbed Jonathon by the balls.

Jonathon screamed in horror as she grabbed him harder and twisted. He twisted and writhed away, overcome with pain.

Lady Ori cackled as she plunged the dagger in her right hand into Jonathon’s penis. She feelt his balls crack in her left hand. All this happened in a matter of mere seconds.

The other knight, roused out of his shock by Sir Jonathon’s screams of agony, grabbed her from behind. She was light as a feather, and he pulled her away with force.

Sir Jonathon screamed louder as his balls were pulled along with her.

Lady Ori was laughing and laughing. “I always give back double what I get, Jonathon! And you deserve it all! You fucking deserve it all!”

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“Ugh.” Lady Ori lay prone on the floor. She heaved herself up, and spat out a bloody tooth. Her face stung and burned. She stood up and looked in the mirror. Her right eye was swollen shut and a deep purple.

Julie cackled to herself, satisfied. “I think I cracked both of his eggs.” That bastard had the audacity to chase her baby Ori on the day she was murdered. Now, he’d never have babies.

Lady Ori grinned at herself in the mirror with bloody teeth. Her only regret was using the dagger before she could get to the Contessa. Ah well, she hadn’t been thinking. It was okay, she still had time.

Outside of her door, a woman screamed Ori’s name.

Lady Ori froze. Sweat dove through her pores. Her body itched.

Over and over, the woman screamed and cursed her. The clicking of her heels was so familiar.

Dread sucked the air out of Lady Ori’s room. Her lips and mouth went dry.

The growled and incessant curses grew louder and louder.

Time seemed to move in slow motion. Lady Ori held her breath. She knew who was coming for her.

The woman screamed at the knights to move away. With one swift click, she made to open the door.

Julie’s blood ran cold. How many times had she heard that click of her door before she had abandoned baby Ori and took off for another world?

Fear. That’s what this was.

It had been a long, long time since she had felt it. It rose uo into her throat so that she struggled to breathe.

Julie was thankful that baby Ori was somewhere else in the mind. If their body was reacting like this, she couldn’t imagine how much worse it would be with baby Ori around.

As strong as the fear slammed into her body, Julie’s rage and disgust grew to meet it. Her fury grew enormous and hungry. It became a flame, eating away at the fear, using it as fuel.

The creaking opening of her door echo’d into space.

Wrath outgrew the body’s terror, and then swiped it away like a cat would a toy mouse. That was the superpower that Julie had, and that baby Ori lacked.

Lady Ori’s uninjured eye narrowed, and tunnel vision sharped it. Her door burst open with the force and power of a detonated explosion.

Contessa de Rohan entered in all her tacky splendor. She glittered with jewels, from the dull blonde of her hair to the saggy flesh of her neck. Her silk gown attempted to reshape the fatness of her body into a wobbly hourglass. She shook with indignation and rage. “Are you out of your mind?!” she was screaming, her thick hands embellishing her words, “Who do you think you are?!”

Julie couldn’t believe her eye. This tiny little bitch of a woman was her worst nightmare? This old woman? She shook her head in disbelief. Here it was before her eye: proof that both she and Julie had aged. Only baby Ori had stayed the same.

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Her mother locked the door. It would be her undoing.

Lady Ori doubled over in laughter at the sight of her. “Hey mommy!” she called, voice dripping in sarcasm.

The Contessa never paused, she was before Lady Ori in a few clacking steps of her heels. She raised the mass of her hand, and slapped Lady Ori across her black eye.

“Fuck!!” Lady Ori cursed and reeled back. “Fuck, mommy! I probably already have a concussion. Jesus.”

The Contessa shook and watched her daughter struggle. “How dare you talk back?” she spat in surprise.

Lady Ori stumbled back up and took a shaky breathe.

The Contessa raised her hand again.

Lady Ori caught it with ease, now that she knew it was coming. “You’re such a nasty ass bitch.” She shooed her mother’s hand away.

The Contessa gasped, and went still. “What…?” The first tiny flickers of fear flashed across the ugliness of her face.

Julie noticed it, and the thrill of it made her feel amazing.

“I SAID YOU WERE A NASTY. ASS. BITCH.” Lady Ori grabbed her mother’s hair with her left hand.

The Contessa screamed.

Lady Ori pulled her mother’s ear close, and grabbed her chin with her right hand. “Are you confused,” she whispered in her mother’s ear, “to see your weak little child fight back, mommy? Are you mad? Are you going to kill me?”

The Contessa screamed again and tried to squirm away, ripping her own hair out.

Lady Ori released her, reeled back, and punched her mother straight in the face, full of excitement.

Contessa de Rogan fell to the ground, trembling and clutching her face. The strength of the punch was not strong. Lady Ori was too slight and weak. but the change in her daughter sent chills up her spine. “You―“

“Is everything alright, Contessa de Rohan?” someone called from outside. Perhaps they thought the screams were coming from Lady Ori, but thought to check.

The Contessa began to scream for help, but Lady Ori had already made her way to the hutch which held her dresses. With extreme effort she was able to knock it on it’s side. It crashed in front of the door, barricading the two women inside.

Her mother stared at it, mouth agape.

Lady Ori smiled as male voices yelled beyond the door. “Mom. Mommy. Ori was always a good girl.” She took a deep breathe and took off her heels, “No matter how harsh you were, she just took it and took it, didn’t she?”

Julie thought about baby Ori having to look into the eyes of this ugly cunt while she died.

“Don’t come closer!” Her mother ordered. “Do not come closer to me!”

Lady Ori scoffed, pulled back her leg and kicked the Contessa soundly in the jaw. The resounding crack and gargled scream was a delight to Lady Ori’s senses. She did not stop. Lady Ori grunted in glee with each landing blow. She picked up her discarded heel and slammed it into her mothers eye. It squelched and crackled underneath it.

Deep in their unconscious, Baby Ori heard commotion. She felt odd, uncomfortable feelings from far away. Was Julie being beaten? She worried for her.

She walked to the door of their consciousness. The uneasy feelings grew closer and closer. Something was different about it all. She opened the door to look into her body’s eyes, but could only see through one. That was when baby Ori saw everything.

Lady Ori’s grin fell, and tears began to stream into her eyes. They were slow at first, then erupted in great number. She did not stop her assault on the Contessa. Rather, she sobbed and begged herself to stop through its duration. The salt of her tears stung her black eye.

The Contessa lay motionless on the floor, except for her quiet, agonized weeping.

Lady Ori stopped to catch her breath. “I hate that you made me do this, you awful bitch.” Again she grabbed her mother by her dull, blonde hair. It was now caked in blood. “Gross.” She began dragging her towards her window. She intended to throw her mother over the balcony.

“Julie! Julie, please! Please stop! Stop it!” Baby Ori implored her sister.

“Go back to bed,” Julie said, refusing to look at her.

Lady Ori’s arms were tired. “God, you’re so fucking heavy.”

Bleeding and dying, the Contessa grunted something.

Lady Ori gripped her mother’s hair tighter and shook the Contessa’s head. “Are you begging, mommy? Not for mercy, right? Not the mercy Ori never got, right?” Her voice strained with emotion. She threw her head back and laughed.

The wood of the door shattered inward as an axe split through it.

Lady Ori blinked. “Wow, no one ever came to Ori’s rescue when you were beating her ass.” Lady Ori sighed, stretching her back. “This shit’s just unfair.”

Contessa de Rohan grunted.

Lady Ori clicked her tongue with venom. “Isn’t your jaw broken by now?! Can’t believe this dumb bitch can still talk.”

The axe lifted and fell again and again, drowning out her words with the CRACK CRACK CRACK of the door.

Lady Ori glanced around the room, then back at her mother.

This body was getting tired, she needed to wrap this up.

The bellowing of the men outside was too loud. They’d still need to axe the wardrobe, but the sooner the Contessa was dead, the better.

Julie had a sudden thought as Ori shrieked next to her in their mind.

Lady Ori flipped her mother’s body over with her foot and lifted up the broken and bleeding woman’s skirts. She smiled. “So you carry a dagger too, huh mommy?”

Women’s clothing in this world had open underwear that they tied in the front with small fabric straps. It was common for noble and laywomen to keep a dagger belted around the waist of their bloomers.

Lady Ori had never been afforded such a simple kindness.

Lady Ori slid the dagger out of its sheath.

There was a downside to this practice, of course. You couldn’t use the dagger under your gown unless someone ripped off your skirts.

“Look what I found, mommy.” Lady Ori brandished the dagger in front of her mother’s good eye.

It widened in recognition.

Julie glanced at baby Ori.

Baby Ori was screaming and crying in their mind. She apologized over and over again to their mother, and begged for Julie to stop. She shook Julie by the crook of her arm.

Julie felt a twinge of guilt.

Little children loved their parents, no matter what scum they were.

In fact, Baby Ori often stayed awake at night, wondering why her mother didn’t love her. She thought of ways to limit her own existence. She blamed herself. She called herself a bad, unlovable girl.

“Close your eyes, baby Ori.”

“No!”

Julie bent down in their mind and kissed the crown of her little soul-sister’s head. “Baby Ori…you should know, none of this is your fault.” She sighed, “I wish you would close your eyes.”

The knights were almost inside. They had split open the door, and were pushing and axing the edge of the hutch.

They were too late.

Lady Ori gripped the back of Contessa de Rohan’s neck and lifted. With the determination of an angel of death, she slit her mother’s throat.