The battle was near its end. Clare, now completely Awakened, swung her sword-like arms with amazing ease and nearly sliced Priscilla's chest open, sending blood everywhere. The monster known as Priscilla let out a scream of pain as it tried to stop the flow of blood.

Clare just smirked and swung again, shattering Priscilla's claymore into thousands of tiny pieces. As she watched the once-mighty Priscilla cower in fear, Clare couldn't help but feel happy.

"Gaah...make it stop...make it stop!!!" she screamed, desperate to escape the pain. Clare's huge demorphed mouth stretched into a toothy girn and she hissed, "How does it feel to suffer, you goddamn bitch? You're finally getting what you deserve..."

Priscilla looked up at Clare and whispered, "Please help me...please...we are...the same, are we not?" Clare just grunted in response and slammed her foot against Priscilla's wound, knocking her over.

Her entire body shaking with rage and hatred, Clare bent down to Priscilla and kissed her gently on the lips. "We were never the same..." she replied.

And with that said, Clare swung the final blow at Priscilla's neck, slicing her head clear off. As blood practically rained from the skies, Clare sighed and thought, 'Goodbye, Priscilla...hope to see you in hell...'