human
Ram:  But for better and for worse, the two of them were born in this village, raised in this village, and had chosen to die in this village, and Ram felt that they had unconsciously accepted a quiet end. Because of that, for them to lose their lives on this night was natural, in a way.
gpt
Ram:  “—However, it’s meaningless without retribution.” Black shadows stood in her way. Enemies whose bodies were wrapped in robes. Ram unleashed an unrestrained wind on the beings swinging cross-shaped swords. Either they had misjudged her because she was a child, or they were simply no match for her. Either way, the black shadows stood no chance against her blades of wind and fell one after the other, creating a pitiful pile of corpses. It didn’t stop there as Ram continued her annihilation, dancing among the flames, clad in wind. Under different circumstances, it probably would’ve made for a very beautiful performance. Here, however, each of Ram’s swings spilled more blood, and with each foe that fell, a dark thrill filled her. Something inside urged her to kill more, to spill more blood, rend more flesh, break more bones, steal more life. This night wasn’t the first time she had felt that urge. It had always been there, from the moment she was born, tempting her at every opportunity. That desire constantly told her to give herself over to the urges she felt. It wanted to awaken, and so it pleaded with her to kill and destroy. Ram couldn’t understand what about it was so wonderful. The elder and her parents didn’t understand, either. But she never felt like sharing it with those who asked Ram for anything beyond simply being herself. It was like being controlled by her horn. Without a resolute sense of self, it would have been easy for her young personality to be consumed. Then she truly would have been the second coming of the Oni god those around her so wished her to be. But that didn’t happen. Because…