"I see that." From her perch on the edge of the bed, she appraised the Initiate with a cruel smile. "Fully fledged Dreadlords can weather the pain of a simple broken bone. You are well on your way to being great, Sabrina." For it truly was a magnificent feat that the girl had dressed herself and...
"Too right you are, Daniella." But her ocean gaze pierced into Yuric. He was not the first, nor would be last, to make such comment about her and her close friendship with King. Such affections were unnecessary amongst her career as an Initiate, and even less once she graduates and works her way...
Vittoria liked to think that when a mission was assigned to her, there had been a lot of thought and determination that went into it. Careful consideration when it came to utilising her strongsuits. She had proven to be effective in extracting information, and an excelled in tracking and...
Was it cruel to smile with satisfaction hearing bone crack? Was it cruel that she let the pain continue for a few seconds more despite Sabrina begging her to stop?
No, this was by far the most tamed thing she could inflict on the girl.
"Your weakness is not going to make us late for this...
Vittoria smiled, lips pressed together and her cheeks only shifting muscles in little effort as she did not commit to the dangerous appearance.
"That will always be the difference between you and us, Initiate Wylls." Vittoria would not think to chase after someone, no matter how pretty they...
Vittoria would like nothing more than to be excused from this lesson.
Very few in their class level performed at the same caliber as herself and King. They had worked themselves to the bone, to the very ends of their beings and only for the Proctors to kill all weakness and imperfection from...
The two Initiates before the Terrible Two found attentions in their tankards, not more bite to come away victorious against Vittoria or King.
Smiling, strangely still, Vitt resumes her odd way of eating the roast potato. When her mouth was clear, she turned to her friend and spoke. "I doubt...
Vittoria gave Grendel a look of doubt, or something as close to it for someone like her.
"I am not after something large and celebrated. I am to lose my name, the last of my line." With the death of her father in the last year, such a weight did not weigh heavily upon her.
Instead, Vittoria...
What an outright witch...
Vittoria sat on the edge of the tub, meeting the stare of the defiant girl beneath the water's surface. She smiled.
Her hand fell and lightly rested on Sabrina's knee, holding tightly onto the girl as her magic delivered the pains of flesh stretching, her very bones...
Vittoria bowed her head, standing tall once again.
"Hmm. It certainly will be odd knowing you are not away on a mission..."
One day, it would be Vittoria's turn to wed, but not until she was much older. She had decided to first work on her path to becoming an Archon, and along the way, she...
When Vittoria watched Sabrina descend into the tub, she did not watch to curiously see her form. No, her eyes trained on the haunted expression on the girl's face. It truly struck Sabrina, the horrors that Vittoria was able to do, and do without any regret.
If only she knew I did the same to...
Eliza was notably quiet. She had looked between Vittoria and King before finding her tankard quite fascinating.
"You're both dicks." Reynard huffed.
Vittoria let her gaze fall onto him, lips skewing in a way to look like an odd pout. She was annoyed.
"You think the cuffs do much to stifle...
Vittoria's gaze cut to the Dreadlord now making his way over to them.
"I doubt you escaped his attention." She canted her head to one side, assessing Ophir as he came to check on their progress.
Ophir's blue gaze behind aged eyes glanced between them before addressing King. "I thought your...
For a minute, she watched with a hard expression as Sabrina emptied her stomach, her body still doing it's best to dispose the contents of her belly until the bile was now littered on the floor. For a minute, Vittoria watched a real, human reaction once again. She let it sink in just how...
Vittoria smiled, even managing a light chuckle of amusement. It was oddly sweet of sound, but the empty stare of her eyes was just that touch of different that she was known for. If there was any true classmate that Vittoria loved to taunt, it was Eliza Wylls. The girl had been trying to compete...
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