#viktoria.

Nataliya wanted to break something, starting with the mirror showing herself standing in the middle of the Lomidze household. She'd daydreamed about herself standing in that place before, but under very different circumstances. She would have a wooden stake in her hand, and would have just killed that entire family. Her family's mission would be complete, they would finally be able to rest. Instead, all of her weapons were left behind and she was being forced to play nice with her mortal enemy.

She'd never seen Viktoria in person before, but it felt like she didn't need to. She'd seen dozens of paintings, read even more books about that woman and her sister. She probably knew more of her story than the vampire herself. It was impossible to hide her anger knowing everything that family was responsible for. Whatever issue Viktoria supposedly needed her help with was the last thing in her mind. "Is this fun for you too? Keeping me here, being forced to help?" She spoke without daring to look at the vampire's direction. "You don't have to play Kali's silly games. I could leave and come back when we're allowed to kill each other." Half-joke.