The outline of stone steps were visible, along with a shiny film of mildew, and the stalactites above her head. While less than pleasant, she knew there was nothing down there that could kill her. However, that did not mean she had to rely on ambient light to get a view of her surroundings. Clara channelled her pent-up irritation through Sparky, the goddess of magic, which made her eyes glow blue.
“What a pitiful use of my talents,” Sparky said, the sister who sounded like an over-caffeinated squirrel.
That was the thing about anger, it was pervasive. Rage easily charged her batteries, enabling her to unleash deadly bolts of energy on an unwitting foe. However, daily annoyances such as being cut off in traffic, or falling for clickbait on the Internet would trickle charge the system. Modern life was filled with a plethora of irritations that poisoned the soul. For the moment, that bruised ego from earlier was more than enough to power this handy dandy flashlight.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.