"It's none of your concern what's 'wrong' with me, your a fallen God as well, don't act surprise that I have flaws.. there aren't any voices it's just my conscience... I'm just talking to Myself, thinking is all." she hissed aggressively her tail whipping the air, she said under her hood, her hands in her pockets. Clouds covered the city, beginning to rain lightly. She continued to walk the lust for blood something to feast on, before she stopped under the bridge spotting a homeless mutt sleeping, curled up In a blanket. All we do is suffer... You all won't let me back, I've waited so long, i fell on my knees and cried out to take me back!.. tried to change, I'm not perfect like all of you and I apologize what I've done. Zaida thought with a pray to herself standing over the canine that slept peacefully, a blanket of darkness casting over the man. "I'm not sorry... I can stay stuck down in this mortal world. The gods will never let us who have fallen, back to the realm. I cannot control myself.... It isn't my fault." she whispered her soothing but cold voice seemed to echo sounding more demented as her eyes went black.
(Added my story to my ref but may fix it up later so it sounds better.)