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</div><br/><span style="font-size: 22px">Veronica Sterling</span><br/><b>Time:</b>July 20th, Early afternoon<br/><b>Location: </b>Darke Manor, Casoria, Italy<br/><b>Mood Song:</b><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DbOcXB_Kj0BE%26list%3DRDBevws2UDtpw%26index%3D9&amp;hash=11f42e412a370a511e7234302ec29c9c" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bOcXB_Kj0BE&amp;list=RDBevws2UDtpw&amp;index=9" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">115 - Elena Siegman</a><br/><b>Wearing: </b>As picture, plus Tristan's jacket<br/><b>Tagging: </b><br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Idris, Vincent<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Veronica strode up the pathway leading from the main road to the mansion her father and sister called home. It was quaint, rustic; it sickened her. There were servant everywhere on the grounds; she couldn't wait to listen to their screams for help or mercy. Her mind screamed that she should turn back now, before she saw the happy life Idris and Vincent had built up behind these matchstick walls.<br/><br/>Her legs carried her forward though. Closer to the gate, and closer still, and then she was floating. Her powers kept her aloft, then let her touch back down on the other side of the gate. Fifteen steps in, Veronica encountered the first servant, a young man, the same one that had informed Vincent of Idris' arrival earlier that day.<br/><br/>"Take me to Vincent Darke. I wish to meet with my father." Veronica ordered, not even giving the young man the slightest hint of courtesy or decorum.<br/><br/>"He's not here miss. He left a while ago with Ms. Darke." Sebastian replied, and Veronica was thankful that the hatred that burned in her eyes was enough to strike any hope of secrecy from the youth's mind.<br/><br/>Veronica clicked her tongue at the information, then took a step forward. Sebastian made a movement, like he wanted to block her entrance to the rest of the estate, but the lethality in Veronica's gaze froze the man instantly. She walked past him, then stopped a few paces beyond. It was subtle, but when she stopped, there was the unmistakable sound of bone snapping, then Sebastian's pained screams as he collapsed on the ground, his right femur shattered. She left the boy there as a warning. With prompt medical attention, he'd make enough of a recovery to not need assistance walking, and that was a small mercy in Veronica's eyes. Sebastian hadn't lied to her, and she needed to reward his honesty somehow.<br/><br/>Letting his pain fall on deaf ears, Veronica resumed her march into the mansion, casually walking through the front door as if it were her own home. Perhaps without Idris, this could have been her home. Her sanctuary. Perhaps had she been raised her, under Vincent's constant care, her mind wouldn't have warped into its current state.<br/><br/>No, that wasn't true... Even separated as they were, Veronica had always been a good girl. She mastered her studies easily, learned everything she could to please her father, and even brought her powers under total control. When she started killing Supers during The Culling, it barely affected her psyche; she treated the slaughter like any other day of study, and handled it in her usual calm demeanor. After all, it was what father wanted, and she wouldn't go against him. He had saved her from herself, taught her to focus her powers and her emotions... He raised her with love, even if it was for his own gains. But when she started killing civilians connected to the Supers she had to target...<br/><br/>That wasn't it either. Even though she was getting the hang of senseless killing, even despite the daily murders bringing forth sadistic tendencies in her other healthy mind, she persevered. When Vincent called her back, told her to stop killing, to stay in her room and wait for further orders... That was when something in the back of her mind snapped. That was when Veronica realized that Idris was always Vincent's favorite. That her father loved his blood child far more than the one he chose for her skills. The child he honed into the world's sharpest blade; indifferent to death, trained to kill without hesitation or mercy, to obey without question.<br/><br/>Veronica snapped out of her reverie at some point on the second floor, the trail of servants left strewn in her wake pointing out her path with ease. The fact the she could activate her powers without even focusing anymore no longer fazed her. She had recited the calculations to herself every day for years. To instantly kill a target needed 3000 newtons to the chest, 2400 to the head, 1600 for internal organs, or 12000 to split them cleanly in half. She repeated the numbers over and over to calm herself, to focus on the present before she was distracted again. Then her hand closed on the doorknob of Vincent's office.<br/><br/>She had reached the room on instinct, her secret home inadvertently mirroring the main mansion. Or perhaps that's how Vincent intended the building to be constructed. It would certainly be easier to pretend he loved Veronica if he felt at home even with her. With the monster he had formed with his own two hands. But now that she was on the precipice of opening the door, Veronica wasn't sure what she was looking for anymore... She had only come to the main manor to speak with Vincent, not to snoop around in his absence. Then she remembered who Vincent had left with, and Veronica's had released the doorknob, instead heading to where her room would have been. She could only guess that, if the two mansions were identical on the inside, that the room she now marched toward belonged to Idris, and Veronica was intent on making sure her sister didn't have anything nice to come back to.