<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/15/9b/d8/159bd8603767a84d1b47b7e2fdce9c45--melanie-martinez-makeup-melanie-martinez-style.jpg)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Constance De Vil<br/><strong>TIME/DATE:</strong>8:00am 20th of October 2017<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Hell Hall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/87/52/de/8752dec6e95f54bfb45bb72e7b944f27--halloween-art-environment-design.jpg)<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>No one<br/><strong>MISC INFORMATION:</strong>Mentioning Zander, Adon and John Ratcliffe<br/><br/>Constance walked into the home of her mother, essentially her home. But she'd never felt like Hell Hall was her home, hell how could anyone feel like that when your mother could give a rats ass less about you? Granted Cruella did pay more attention to Constance and was a tad nicer to her than she'd been to her brother. She was sure that was because she was a girl, not a boy. But her mother still wasn't the mother of the year.<br/><br/>Constance had never felt loved by her mother and as she constantly heard how the woman berated her brother Carlos, she could understand why he didn't either. What she couldn't understand though was when she'd begged him to spare her from their mother, to take her with him back to Auradon and end her misery, crying like a baby at the age of five, how he could have denied her like that.<br/><br/>[flashback]<br/><br/>"Please Carlos, don't leave me here with her again!" Constance cried as she clung to her older brothers leg, her head buried as she sobbed. "Please...take me back with you!"<br/><br/>"Connie." She heard her brother's voice in her head even as she got older, his voice calling her Connie as he shot her down for the final time. She heard the sigh in his voice and as he knelt down, she was forced to pull away and look at him. "I can't. If I take you and not one of the other kids, they'll look at me as if I'm playing favorites with you because you're my sister. Jane is pregnant and I don't want to add the stress to her with bringing you over for her to look after. Please understand, the king trusts me not to play favorites Connie. I can't just ignore that and bring you over."<br/><br/>With that he hugged her and left the house even as she sobbed, falling to the ground and crying on her mother's floor.<br/><br/>"Why in the name of evil are you crying!" She heard the shrill voice of her mother making Constance stand up immediately and freeze with fear.<br/><br/>"I...I asked Carlos to take me over there and he...he wouldn't." She admitted and was rewarded with a hard enough slap to the face she fell back to the ground.<br/><br/>"You what! How dare you even let him in this house!" Her mother shrilled as she began slapping her over and over again, hitting every inch of her she could reach in her anger as Constance tried to cover herself.<br/><br/>"Momma stop!" She sobbed in a begging tone. "Momma please!"<br/><br/>She could feel the slaps become harder as Cruella's rage increased at the very mention of Carlos.<br/><br/>"Cruella stop, you'll kill the child!" She heard Harry shout. Harry was one of her henchmen and the only friend she felt like at five years old, she could trust.<br/><br/>"I don't care!" Cruella screamed as she wailed upon her daughter again.<br/><br/>Then it ended, and when Constance could focus again, she saw Harry above her, his hands gripping Cruella's as he protected the child.<br/><br/>"You will when your rage ends. She is a child you can't fault her for wanting to see her brother." Harry reminded him. "As she grows, she'll learn the truth and she'll be the child you want from her. You must give her time Cruella, but killing her isn't going to be the way to do it..." Harry's voice was fading in and out of Constance's mind but she could hear him.<br/><br/>What her mother replied though, she never heard as she passed out from the pain. In the end, Cruella had hit her enough to break her wrist in one hand, her nose and left her body blackened by the bruises. She'd hidden herself for a week as she healed enough that no one could see the bruises and lied about how she'd broken her wrist.<br/><br/>It was then on she'd found an unseated hate for Carlos, it was because of him that she had suffered that and she would make him suffer in the end...oh how she would make him suffer.<br/><br/>[return to present]<br/><br/>Constance moved into the basement of Hell Hall and flipped on the light, moving to the table she used as a workstation she began her work. She had one week to get this right, one week to fix this box, get the calibrations right and present it to Ratcliffe. Then she would spend the rest of her life making her brother's life a living hell, just as he'd made hers.<br/><br/>