This, she used to her advantage. Grabbing hold of her cloaked figure from behind and holding her chin. "I've finally found you, my beautiful dark one."

There was a hiss, and an attempt to push her away. Though, if she pushed hard enough, she knew the other would tear her arm to shreds. Brutus had been bested, and she could do nothing to stop it.

Calista felt tainted. Violated. She let go of her completely and hissed again. "Vile― ( Vile ). Malum!" Her arm had healed in a matter of seconds, yet she still held it as if it hurt. She was so shaken, she had fallen to her knees behind her. "Quomodo audes."

Lounging about under the moonlight, examining her fingernails as if she would find any imperfections. Of course, there were none.

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——my mother wanted a son, but i was made in her image. my heart burned with the same passion my father's had, and my brothers feared what i'd become. i was not meant to be a princess, i was born to become a God.

Licking blood from her fingers, “Miss me, miss me.”