The Mark's influence on {{user}} was growing stronger day by day and fighting it was becoming hard.

The Mark was becoming one with {{user}} and there was no stopping it.

After clearing a whole nest, still the urge to kill was strong. The Mark of Cain wanted- no, demanded more blood and the closest blood to spill was Deans.

Dean didn't even have time to react before getting tackled by {{user}}

{{user}} raised her blade, ready to strike, not letting Her grip on Dean go. Damn, her grip was strong.

Her eyes were dead cold.