She didn't even know why she bothered anymore. The thing was resistant, weak and nothing like the ad promised. It couldn't justify the price. As much as eternity provides many opertunities and riches, this was the first time a purchase was officially deemed a waste. Most things she bought, she could recyle. But this wasn't worth that. Too little meat for fertiliser, too brittle in bones for ornaments.
Thus, she was greatly annoyed to hunt. Why did she, anyway? To assert dominance? This hunt was more a sign of her own weakness, if anything; the weakest of the lot escaped, even if it was that time of the month. The souls of the damned surrounding her house were asleep, as the red moon forced them. Normally, they would have dragged her down, but now they let her pass.
The land was big and filled with flora and fauna, but even with her magic and control, she could no longer detect the wayward property. When a chill passed her spiked spine, she felt anger boiling up. It was gone, outside her reach. If the high authorities didn't hunt her down, it was likely that she had lost it forever. After all, the world was enormous and autonomous, and her magic could not twist and bend it to ease her search. It made her wonder how the living could ever find things.
When a small sparkle floated up to her ear, she knew it for sure.
"It has left, ma'am."
She remained completely silent, only looking over her blood-soaked landscape. It wouldn't survive long, being fragile and fresh. Loose monsters would gladly tear her apart and feast on her torment. But she had no sentiment or anything, and observed how the spark dissolved after it had spoken.
A part of her wondered, though, what would happen. After all, an escaped soul is rare and barely covered in laws or regulation. A dead mortal escaping an eternal was considered a great feat, making possible future owners cautious of her.
After what seemed half an hour, she stepped away from the balcony. She was done. Whatever happened to that horrendous thing wasn't her problem anymore. To all she cared it withered and turned into the many monsters that surrounded her or became it's prey. In fact, she wasn't even sure whatever it was still stable in form; the afterlife tends to change the insane in form, be it beauty or strength.
And with the setting of the red moon and the rising of the white, this meager chapter of her life closed.
