[ WP ] `` You may have one wish granted . '' `` I want all my debts cleared . '' `` How much do you owe ? '' `` You misunderstand . My debts are not monetary . ''

Cerise stood at the mouth of the cave, looking in to the depths. Inside, a small lamp glowed in the darkness, radiating a warm, pale yellow light that was incongruous with the maleviolent, evil feeling that it caused within Cerise. 
 
 She approached it wearily. The moment was upon her. She had betrayed friends to get here, sacrificing not only the blood of those that had stood in her way, but parts of herself that she had never thought she'd leave behind. Her sense of honor, her belief that there was a goodness inherent in most people. Her belief that there was good within herself. 
 
 All those things and more had been lost in this journey, and now as she stood here ready to reap the rewards, she was hesitating. 
 
 Shaking her head at the miniscule amount of vulnerability that had survived the trials of the last few months, she strode towards the lamp and with two fingers, resolutely stroked it from the tip of the spout to the tail. 
 
 A fine golden mist emerged from the lamp, and a deep voice resonated in the darkness. 
 `` What is it that you seek?'' 
 
 Cerise responded aloud, her voice higher than usual but unshaking. 
 `` I wish you to repay my debts.'' 
 
 The voice sounded again, piercing her to her very core. 
 `` Debts? I am no money lender, bound to the earthly concepts of currency and worth. I am vengance itself, and if you have disturbed me recklessly, you shall know my wrath!'' 
 
 `` You misunderstand. My debts are not monetary'', Cerise said, hearing the terribleness that the voice promised. The small part of her that was the girl she used to be quaked in fear. The larger part of her that thirsted for revenge, rejoiced. 
 
 `` A neighbouring tribe attacked under a peace flag, killed my family, my friends. They did not give out kind deaths''. Her voice finally trembled, not with fear but with the knowledge that a long-held wish was about to be fulfilled. 
 `` I wish to repay them in kind.'' 
 
 There was a short pause. Then the voice in the mist spoke again, sounding almost satisfied. 
 `` Then you and I, girl, will make a fine pair. For I am vengeance, and you are my instrument.'' 

