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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>Auriella (<a class="username" data-user-id="10864" data-username="Anaris" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/10864/">Anaris</a>)<br/><b>Mentioning:</b>Idris, Vincent<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/>Little did Auriella know that while she was rummaging through her old keepsakes, Veronica was passing just outside the door that led into her impromptu sanctuary. The silver-haired girl trudged along the hallway and rattled the doorknob to the room she believed to be Idris', finding it locked. Go figure; the way Vincent described her, Idris was always a locked door, living in fear that her powers would spiral out of control if she wasn't devoid of emotion. And there stood Veronica, a resounding display of how letting one's emotions run free could actually enhance her powers.<br/><br/>Veronica smirked as she took a moment to calculate the force required to rip the door from its hinges, then gave the heavy wood the gentlest of pushes. Two extra forces struck the door at the same time; one, about 500 newtons in the same direction Veronica pushed, and the second, 499 newtons in the opposite direction, applied just below the first from the interior of the room. A perfect calculation, as always. The door fell into the room, landing with a heavy thud in front of Veronica. The hinges still on the wall were warped from the intense pressure, but nothing else had been destroyed in her forced entry.<br/><br/>She walked in just as casually as if it was her room; after all, in her version on the mansion, this<i>was</i>her room. The fallen door wobbled slightly as she walked over it, daintily hopping off on the other side and admiring her sister's things. And then the destruction began.<br/><br/>Picture frames whipped off the walls and tables, trinkets stole from wherever they were visible, clothes were ripped out of Idris' closet and shreded, and even pillows were shown no mercy. If it weren't for her path of destruction in the hallway, she was sure one of the servants would have come running by now to investigate the sound of everything smashing and breaking, combined with Veronica's frustrated noises. And then there was a sudden calm in the room, and Veronica stood in the center of her chaos, smiling happily.<br/><br/>It really did look like a child in a tantrum, but Veronica didn't care. How dare Idris take take her father away. And Vincent was no better, hiding her away from the world. She was powerful now, more powerful than anyone or anything; her power had, by definition, reached a level that transcended nature itself, bending reality to her will with mere math and a hint of focus.<br/><br/>"And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth." The silver-haired monster spoke in her delicate tone, sounding like she was savoring every word. Veronica had never been religious, but she had at least thumbed through a bible once or twice out of boredom. "I am Death... And this world shall know me. Father shall know me..." She murmured to herself, clutching the chain of a silver necklace, the onyx-shaded locket weighted comfortably in her cleavage. That small little necklace contained her happiest moment, the one decisive memory that had steeled her resolve at the start of The Culling. Holding the chain like some transient miracle, like her memory would disappear if she didn't hold the necklace close, Veronica turned to leave Idris' destroyed room, then stopped when she saw who stood in the doorway.<br/><br/>"Hello Mother. It's so nice to finally meet you." Her voice was sweet, genuine, the same it had been when she was younger and Vincent treated her like his daughter, not a pawn in his silly game. Veronica had waited for this moment for so long, to finally meet her father's wife. The pictures he showed her of Auriella were always so beautiful, so caring... Veronica only hoped the raven-haired woman would show her the same love.