"Cute," Dolly laughed to the newly added voice of her shiny new friend. The stench of the otherworldly being struck a cord. Bone all a clatter and various beings snatched from what slumber they may have had. The ground shook as bandage wrapped feet walked upon the ground that was soaked with blood and bones. Out of the darkness of the abyss were skeletal beings dressed in haggard clothes. Young, old, and very much dead. There was no bringing them back with a limp, did some walk. Some crawled on hands. Where was their savior? What had they done? How did this happen?<br/><br/>Groans blended with the wind while clear voices and screams reached Dolly down to the bone. Dolly found the people missing. The entire village screaming, crying, and maddened with confusion, for it happened with no warning. Every single person bathed in sin was but an ingredient to this monstrosity of a demon. Another sin to be feasted upon and housed within the vessel of the cursed child with unforeseen circumstances that Dolly cared little about. The ragged doll clung to his master's ponytail. "Alright, dolly... now's your chance." The rag doll was snatched from her own hair. The sharpened claw upon her pinky sliced a thin line down her unbandaged arm. Blackness oozed from the wound. Corruption and sin flowed and was rubbed upon the stained doll before the doll sizzled and looked to writhe in agony upon the filthy ground.<br/><br/>The sound of a male screaming pierced the air as the doll disappeared in a black bubbling viscous that steadily increased in size. The fluid formed a thick hunched being with thick arms and claws. It stood upon a mound of the viscous fluid with no particular facial features with the exception of hellish eyes. Black blood fell from the corners of its master's eyes. A pain resembling a thousand pins and needles pricking at her heart stole her breath and a heat consumed her pale form. A miasmic stench was breathed out of the former rag doll. It's chest rose and fell with each breath. The only sound was its heavy breathing upon arms and claw outstretched to the side and an earth-shattering roar sent birds of the night scattering to the four corners of the world.<br/><br/>It was music to Dolly's ears! "Now... my precious... time to join the hunt!" She watched the marvelous display of piercings and watch as little avail was achieved. "Bite me." She urged. "Purge it!" Like the mad women he was, she walked up to the otherworldly being with an arm extended with her palm up. Her dolly pushed on and roared like a challenge to the being of corruption and sin just itching to be consumed. A sin for a sin. "Push, my precious... don't be shy. Eat the dolly." If its hunger was voracious enough to consume the horse then it would be quite the nasty surprise when dolly did not go down nearly as smoothly. The rag doll was an extension of Dolly. The cursed woman is a proverbial sponge for sin and demons. The limit of her capacity? We'll just have to wait and find out.