Thinking back on it, she had never expect to go out like this. Whenever she imagined death she pictured the romanticized versions loved by authors, growing old with a beautiful maiden on her arm. Or even heroic deaths, like the great<span style="font-style: italic">La Pucelle d'Orléans</span>, Joan of Arc, who died a martyr for her people. This however, getting torn apart limb from limb by metal demons? This was her fate? If so it was a cruel one, perhaps she was being punished for loving her fellow flesh. The integrity of the portcullis was breaking, while her scream seemed to falter them a moment, she noticed a few of them had collapsed, the others quickly regained their momentum. They would burst through any second now, Elaine knew she withstood no chance even if she ran. With a sigh she accepted her fate and her eyes gently came to a close.<br/><br/>A gust of wind interrupted her and she quickly looked towards the noise, a woman with bright hues in her hair and eyes of deep purple stood before her, dark wings of a kind she's never seen before resting on her back. Was this an angel? Had the artists of the renaissance depicted them wrong all along? Before she could get any answers the strange woman began running towards her yelling at her but as she opened her mouth Elaine caught a glimpse of her sharp canines, she was no angel she was just another demon! Elaine began to take a step back planning on making a run for it but before she could get anywhere the stranger grabbed her from behind and lifted her. Elaine struggled but the grip was too strong, eventually they landed on a balcony. Elaine quickly detached herself, pushing the woman off her and making room between them. The winged demon perched herself on the balcony like some sort of Gothic gargoyle.<br/><br/>Elaine faltered slightly at her harsh words but quickly felt all her fear and stress bottle over the top. "Am I daft? Hasn't anyone ever told you it's rude to touch a lady without her permission?" Elaine nervously palmed the edge of her dress, the tips of her white gown where beginning to get stained from the ground. "Who are you? What are you? Where am I? Have I been kidnapped? Is this hell? Are you a demon? What in the world is a grimwire?" Her questions spluttered out like a cracked dam, her panic was increasing by the second she had no idea what was going on and the fear showed on her face.