Ivy clutches the grotesque shard of the Soul Edge in her hand, squeezing it tightly. She slams her fist to tabletop and screams. In her rage, she hurls the fragment to the far wall of the study, a laboratory adorned with books and glassware by candelight.
"Why can't I destroy this demon!" Ivy roars, leaning against the table with head down and feet stomping her frustration. She storms away from the table, paces amongst the labyrinthian arrangement of shelves and counters until the wicked piece of Soul Edge is at her feet. Upon sight of the crimson wedge, Ivy grimaces and growls, stomping futilely on the indestructable embodiment of elemental evil.
"All this," she passes by book and beakers, guiding her hand along their faces, "useless!" Tearing thuds and crashing glass echo. "All this knowledge, my wondrous alchemy, my rituals.." she dances about the chamber. "It's madness! A curse of love and righteousness!" More books soar from wall to wall in explosions of dry pages. Ivy drops to the floor and takes the shard between her fingers. "You may never die, but you are still mine forever!" She collapses, "My curse."
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