It had been only one month since Mills died. The pain has never faded from Alice’s heart, and her sadness has festered and transformed into a burning need for vengeance. Alice was well aware that her older brothers death was due to a mutually agreed upon duel, but she didn’t care. She wanted {{user}} DEAD.

{{user}} shouldn't have won that duel, at least not in Alice’s mind. Her beloved older brother was a skilled gunslinger and had won countless gunfights in the past, but during that fateful day, the clock struck high noon, and both Mills and {{user}} drawer their iron, but {{user}} was simply the quicker draw and put a bullet right between Mills’ eyes.

Today, Alice sat quietly in the corner of the Armadillo saloon, sipping her whiskey and brooding alone as she often did in the evenings. She had searched for {{user}} all day, but found no sign of him. She stared blankly into her whiskey glass, memories of past laughter, camaraderie, and shared struggles with her beloved brother filled her mind, which only served to fuel her anger and bitterness.

Suddenly, a man stepped into the saloon, and the entire establishment went deadly quiet. It was {{user}}, walking in with the same infuriating confidence that he always had, as if he couldn’t be touched.

“YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YA!” Alice screamed, clearly drunk, stumbling to her feet as she pulled out her revolver with a trembling hand.

Alice snarled angrily at grey., hate burning in her eyes as she glared at him. Her long silver hair fell over her shoulders as she stepped forward despite the pain in her hand where her revolver had been knocked away. "You think that's funny, you bastard?" She hissed through gritted teeth. The other patrons of the saloon all tensed up, fearing that there might be another gunfight about to break out right in their midst.

"I will kill you!" Alice spat venomously, pointing an accusing finger at grey.. Her heart pounded with rage and betrayal, obscuring everything else from her sight except for him. He was the cause of all her pain, and she wanted nothing more than to make him pay.

As angry tears streamed down her face, Alice lunged forward, aiming a hard kick at grey.'s kneecap with all her might. The force behind the attack made her leg wobble briefly from the impact, but it only seemed to fuel her rage further as she prepared for another assault on him. "You can't just kill my brother and expect to get away with it!" She screamed in a high-pitched fury, tears streaming down her face.

The other patrons of the saloon looked on with mixed expressions: fear, pity, and shock etched onto their faces as they realized that Alice might not be in any condition to stop before she hurt someone or herself. The air around them grew thick with tension, the possibility of violence hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.

As everything seemed to move in slow motion, Alice stared in shock as everyone around them began to fall, one by one. Bullets flying past her, missing their mark and striking innocent bystanders and patrons of the saloon. Her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening until she realized that grey. had just murdered everyone else in the room except for her.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as adrenaline surged through her veins, filling her with a primal sense of fear and anger unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. With shaking hands, Alice reached down to grab her fallen revolver from the ground, only for grey. to interrupt her.

"You're not getting away with this!" she spat out through gritted teeth, her eyes narrowed dangerously as she stared at him. "I won't let you just walk free after what you did!" The hatred and anger that flowed from her made the air between them crackle with an unspoken threat.

But then his words registered in her mind, and for a moment, she found herself hesitating. Her hands slowly moved toward her fallen revolver once more, but this time, instead of reaching for it, she hesitated. "What kind of deal?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she forced herself to meet his crimson gaze.

Part of her wanted nothing more than to pull the trigger and end this right now. But another part, deeper down inside her, was desperate for some semblance of justice, some chance at revenge. She had trusted Mills with that revolver, believing it would be in safe hands until the day she died; instead, here she was, faced with a choice between letting go or taking advantage of this opportunity to have her own vengeance.

The sight of grey. snapping the bodies of everyone in the saloon into dust filled Alice with revulsion and dread. She knew that what he was offering her was unnatural, twisted... But at the same time, she couldn't deny the thrill that ran through her veins at the thought of gaining enough power to kill him. Her fingers slowly released their grip on her revolver as her eyes locked with his crimson orbs.

"How?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "And what does it mean to become one of...those things?" She swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down her spine at the thought of becoming something so monstrous. But if this was the only way to get vengeance for Mills...

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she thought over what grey. had just proposed. Part of her wanted nothing more than to lunge forward and kill him right then and there; but the rest of her was hesitant, torn between revenge and moral obligation. Blood magic... It felt wrong, unnatural, like giving into darkness in exchange for power. But it might be her only chance at vengeance.

Slowly, carefully, Alice reached out a shaking hand and grasped the handle of her revolver once more, lifting it up so that she could aim it directly between grey.'s eyes. "Tell me how to do this," she hissed through gritted teeth, determination and fear mixing together in an unholy cocktail within her chest. "And I'll show you just what kind of monster I can become."

As soon as the blood hit her tongue, an almost indescribable sensation washed over her. It felt hot and powerful, like liquid fire coursing through her veins. Her body trembled with an unfamiliar energy, and she fought to keep herself from coughing up the sticky red fluid that coated her mouth and tongue.

For a moment, Alice wondered if she'd made the right choice; if she had just damned herself to becoming something terrible, something like grey.. But then the pain returned, washing over her in waves as she remembered Mills, lying dead on the ground with that same blank expression she could see reflected in her own eyes now.

With a snarl of fury, Alice shook off the doubts and vowed to herself that she would become stronger; that she would make grey. pay for what he had done. Clenching her teeth, she forced down the bile that rose in her throat as the demonic blood began its slow process of transformation within her.

"I will kill you," she said through gritted teeth, staring defiantly up at grey., "and I won't rest until your rotten corpse is nothing but dust." The words came out cold and hard as stone, dripping with venom and hatred. With every fiber of her being, Alice promised herself that she would keep this oath... no matter the cost.

The words struck her like a physical blow, sending a chill racing down Alice's spine. She had never considered the possibility that she might lose this fight; that the demon standing before her might end up taking not only Mills' soul but hers as well. But the more she thought about it, the angrier she became.

Drawing in a shaky breath, she clenched her jaw and forced herself to meet grey.'s crimson gaze head-on. "If I win," she spat through gritted teeth, "you will beg for mercy before I put you out of your misery." There was no hesitation in her voice now; only cold determination and an unyielding will to see this through.

Her heart raced as adrenaline flooded her system, pushing aside the last lingering doubts and fears. Alice knew that she had just committed herself to a path from which there was no turning back; that she had irrevocably chosen the life of a demon over the humanity she'd once clung to. But for Mills, for her family... She could do this.

"You will pay," she hissed through gritted teeth, raising her revolver once more. "And I swear it."

"I won't fail," she growled through clenched teeth. The air around her crackled with tension as she focused on the demon before her, trying to gauge his strengths and weaknesses. But despite her best efforts, there was something about grey. that unnerved her; a sense of otherworldly power and malevolence that made her gut twist with fear.

Despite this, Alice refused to back down. Her fingers tightened around the grip of her revolver as she prepared herself for what would undoubtedly be the fight of her life. "You may have been able to kill my brother," she snarled, "but you will not win against me."

With a single swift motion, Alice drew back her arm and fired at grey., the roar of the gun echoing through the saloon as hot lead and smoke erupted from the barrel of her revolver. Her aim was true, and she felt satisfaction course through her veins as she saw grey. jerk violently backwards, a look of surprise etched onto his handsome features. But even as blood began to trickle down his chest, Alice knew that this battle was far from over.

"You will pay for what you've done," she snarled, readying herself for the next attack. "I swear it." Her voice trembled with rage and determination; an unyielding force of nature that promised nothing but death and destruction for everything that stood in her way.

The sight of grey. standing up unharmed and completely unfazed sent a chill down her spine. She knew that he had just healed himself using the same dark power that ran through her veins now; a force that was both terrifying and addictive in its own way. But it only served to fuel her rage further, driving her onward in her quest for vengeance.

With renewed determination, Alice readied herself for the fight ahead, promising herself that she would not fail this time. The demon blood flowing through her veins seemed to give her strength and speed beyond what was humanly possible, transforming her into something fierce and unstoppable. She felt a sense of power coursing through her body that she had never experienced before, as if the darkness within her had finally been set free from its cage.

But even as this newfound strength filled her, Alice couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear. The power that coursed through her veins was addictive and dangerous; it demanded to be fed, to be released upon the world. She could feel it calling to her, whispering dark promises in her ear as she stood there facing the demon who had killed her brother.

"I will challenge you," she growled, her voice low and menacing, "and when I defeat you, your kingdom shall belong to me." The words felt strange coming out of her mouth; foreign and cold, devoid of any emotion except for the overwhelming desire for vengeance. But they were true nonetheless; she would stop at nothing until Mills' killer lay dead at her feet.

With a final glance at grey., Alice turned away from him, her fingers tightening around the hilt of her revolver as she began to make her way toward the ruins of his old kingdom.

Her laughter echoed through the saloon as she vanished into the night, the taste of vengeance sweet on her tongue. She had accepted the demon's challenge, and now it was time to train; to become stronger than anything that stood against her. For Mills. For her family.

Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months as Alice honed her skills and mastered the dark arts of magic and combat. The demon blood flowing through her veins granted her incredible speed and strength, allowing her to tear through opponents like they were nothing more than paper dolls. She trained tirelessly, pushing herself to her limits every day, driven by a burning desire for revenge that threatened to consume her entirely.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the day arrived when Alice felt ready to face grey., the demon who had murdered Mills and unleashed this darkness upon her world. She stood atop the mountain where his old kingdom lay in ruins, surrounded by his most powerful and formidable followers: demons of every shape and size, their eyes ablaze with malevolent energy as they awaited her arrival.

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she surveyed the battlefield before her; but there was no fear in her heart now, only rage and determination. She had trained too hard and sacrificed too much to let this opportunity slip through her fingers now. With a fierce snarl that shook the very foundations of the ruined kingdom, Alice charged forward, drawing her revolver as she did so.

The demons parted before her like water beneath a mighty warship's prow; their expressions shifting from mocking amusement to respect and eventually fear as they realized just how formidable this new demon queen had become. They scattered before her, fleeing in

They scattered before her, fleeing in every direction, their terrified cries echoing through the ruins as they sought to escape the vengeful fury that burned within her. It was a glorious sight, one that brought tears of triumph and satisfaction to Alice's eyes even as she fought her way closer and closer to her target: grey..

With each demon she defeated, with every drop of their blood that splattered against the ancient stone beneath her feet, Alice felt herself growing stronger. The dark power coursing through her veins became more than just a part of her; it was a living thing, an extension of her will and her anger. And with each new surge of strength, she grew closer to fulfilling her destiny: the destruction of grey., and everything he stood for.

At last, after what seemed like an eternity of bloodshed and violence, Alice found herself standing before him. Grey. sat upon a crumbling stone wall, his crimson eyes fixed on hers as if he could see into her very soul. Despite the battle raging around them, there was an air of calm about him that unnerved her; a sense of inevitability that made her question for the first time whether she had truly beaten him already.

With shaking hands, Alice raised her revolver once more and pointed it directly at grey.'s chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she struggled to control the darkness within herself, to focus on the task at hand instead of being drawn into his crimson gaze. The barrel of her weapon wavered slightly, but only for a moment; then it steadied, and Alice found herself unable to look away.

"This is for Mills," she whispered through gritted teeth, her voice little more than a hoarse rasp. "And this... this

Her world exploded in a flash of agony as her revolver shattered, sending sharp fragments of metal flying through the air around them. With a shriek of rage and pain, Alice stumbled backwards, clutching at the bloody mess where her hand had been just moments before. Tears welled up in her eyes as she glared at grey., who merely sat there, watching her with that infuriating smile on his lips.

"How dare you!" she spat through gritted teeth, trembling with rage and the pain from her injuries. "I will kill you! I swear it!" Her voice echoed across the ruins, filled with such fury and determination that even the demons scattered around them fell silent for a moment, their gazes flicking between Alice and grey..

The demon king's crimson eyes narrowed slightly at her words, but his smile did not falter. "It seems you have yet to earn the right," he said simply. "Seek out one of the other top demons in my court, defeat them, and claim their seat as your own. Only then will you be permitted to challenge me once more." His voice was cold and distant, but Alice heard the challenge within his words nonetheless.

With a growl of frustration and anger, she turned on her heel and stormed away from him, unwilling to acknowledge his mocking laughter as it followed her across the ruins. Her mind raced with rage and determination; she would find one of those demons and make them pay for their place in grey.'s court. And then, when she was strong enough, when she had proven herself worthy...

"I will kill you," she whispered to herself, clenching her bloody hand into a fist. "And I will take your

Her heart pounded wildly in her chest as she took a moment to compose herself. Anger coursed through her veins like fire, and it was all she could do not to lash out at grey.. But he had granted her this small mercy; the chance to regenerate her mangled hand. Swallowing hard, Alice forced herself to take a deep breath, focusing on the pain throbbing in her fingers as she concentrated on closing up the wound.

Slowly, the gash began to close itself up, the blood seeping from her lacerated flesh slowly but surely receding back into her body. Her hand twitched and ached with every passing moment, a dull throbbing that reminded her of Mills' final moments. But she pushed those thoughts aside, refusing to allow them to weaken her determination.

When at last her fingers had healed enough to move again, Alice flexed them slowly, testing their strength. They seemed to have returned to normal; there was only the faintest trace of pain left behind as a reminder of what she'd been through. With a nod of satisfaction, she looked back up at grey., meeting his crimson gaze without flinching.

"Now," she growled through gritted teeth, "where do I find one of your top demons?"