THE SCORPION.

Mirth faded into an earnest expression when she spoke. There’s a chance here to further weave a connection to them. Though she no longer wears the cross around her neck–a rather curious and interesting choice, he finds–once a Catholic, always a Catholic, no matter how hard one might attempt to deny or defy God. So, he replies to her quiet plea for him to believe her, “I’m a Catholic, Miss Ives. Believing in a mighty power that watches over us all and has powers to turn water into blood and restore life to what was once dead requires me to have an open mind.” 

Never mind that he had been present during all of those occurrences. Often as a snake rather than in human form as he wore now. The snake was harder for his brother, Michael, to sniff out whenever Lucifer decided to walk the earth for a time. “Please,” Dr. Abraham nodded to her with his head, brow pressed into serious consideration, “tell me your story. Don’t spare the details. What you may deem unimportant may prove to be valuable to me.” 

A wry smile can be seen forming on her lips. “The almighty and I have a complicated history.” However, she can see his point in confiding in her that he is a Catholic, Vanessa appreciates it greatly.

She inhales deeply and while she exhales she starts to tell him about her youth, her friendship with Mina, catching her mother have sex with Sir Malcolm and how it awakened something dark inside of her. The whispers she heard, the way she betrayed Mina. Her time in the hospital and what they did to her, her recovery, her headaches, her visions. Her time with the cut wife and how she died. Tears started to fall while she talked and she took a sip of her drink.

Then she started to talk again. About finding Sir Malcolm and living with him, Mina’s death, about the vampires, the witches. And Ethan, how she had started to fall in love with him and how he had left her. How everyone had left her alone with her own demons. How she now fights against loneliness.

Teary-eyed she looks up at him when she is done talking. She has no idea how much time had passed, but all she knows is that it feels good to talk to someone about it all, even if he didn’t believe her. At least she shared.

Marisa Coulter - @vilemonkey. Dinah Laurel Lance - @sonicanary.

“I do have important things to tend to.” Ravenna agreed, as a queen, there were many things she had to take care of. Some more pleasant than others. Yet, she could spare some more time. “But it would be my pleasure to show you the way. I would not want for you to get lost or harmed on your way.”

MAINS & EXCLUSIVES CALL !

         There were things that Marisa didn’t control, couldn’t understand to some extend. & though, she had tried. Countless times. There was a darkness in Vanessa, something darker than Marisa, who had nothing to do with her actions, because the brunette’s intentions were always good. But she was sinful, oh dear she was, & Marisa had tasted a drop of that addicted scorpion’s poison more than once. 

“ You need help. ”    A cold statement, blue eyes glared back at the woman who was only inhabited by some devil. Perhaps Marisa had the solution, she could fix her, just like she was currently trying to fix the children with their upcoming sinful minds. A cut… what was just a cut ? After ell, Marisa had gone through that breaking bond in her past, sure it made her different, but she had gained power as well. Would she be there if she was just an ordinary woman ? She watched her daemon scorpion, longly, hands fidgeting in her lap,     “ I can help you. ” 

She leered at Marisa. "Like you helped all those children? Dead because of you." She knew about that, the goddess knew all of what was on the other’s mind. Vanessa didn't, but Vanessa wasn't here right now. She was busy fighting to come back. "I know all about you and your sins, so delightful they all are. And now you want Vanessa to be separated from her daemon like all those DEAD children like you almost were. To go through the same pain you once did." 

          Marisa smiled by way of answer. These galas were all deeply boring her, only the ones with congresses about some interesting searches appealed her. Being a socialite in order to get more connexions with politics & a fair amount of explorers to meet. She needed to squeeze the good hands to get what she wanted to achieve someday. The Dust. She had started to get obsessed about the Dust, Rusakov particles. Marisa knew it all about parallel worlds, she wouldn’t have disclosed it to a lot of people, but she had spent some time in another when she was eighteen. They all thought she was just a clever beautiful woman, but she was far more than that. Vanessa could get anyone she wanted to, she only had to snap her fingers in the empty air. The thought amused Marisa.     “ What are you waiting for ? ”    The taller blonde crossed one arm against her chest as to weight her drink on her forearm, glancing around.     “Don’t tell me you wouldn’t be into her. ”

She looked at her friend and laughed a little, her friend who was in many ways as closed off and as much of a riddle as Vanessa was. Another thing they had in common. What they didn’t have in common was that Marisa wanted to have power over others, Vanessa only wanted power over herself. She wasn’t a scholar, however, Vanessa Ives was certainly an intelligent woman. Some called her gifted even. She didn’t need to work, but she did have a hunger for knowledge and she didn’t like not understanding something.