Trifecta Writing Challenge: Drenched

This post is in response to Trifecta's Weekly Challenge. They ask this week that we use the third definition of the given word in a 33-333 word story. This week's word is:

BLUE (adjective)

1  : of the color blue
2  a : bluish <the blue haze of tobacco smoke>
    b : discolored by or as if by bruising <blue with cold>  
    c : bluish gray <a blue cat>
3  a : low in spirits : melancholy
    b : marked by low spirits : depressing <a blue funk> <things looked blue>

Author's note: I used this story for Lance's 100 Word Song about a month back. I thought it fit this challenge as well, so I tweaked it a little bit. 

DRENCHED

The demon lay dormant deep within. It always possessed the threat of releasing its fury without warning, without hesitation. It’s monition summoned her attention when her screams for help became too close to the surface. Tortuous pain would admonish her for this behavior.

Her beauty was its mask. She was a beguiler. Her closest confidants could almost see past it. She'd fend them off by saying,

"I'm just a little blue." 

They could never know. People passed her on the street, unaware of her imminent demise, her diminishing spirit. Her soul riddled with evil, her body haggard and jaded. Relinquishing control would make it go away. And then, just as it thought it was victorious, he came into her life, drenched in light.