She watched the young Veronica in the inky blackness of her scrying mirror. Dalia muttered to herself as she watched the girl sketching a landscape, if only Zaruk would come. He would like the juicy morsal she was stalking. Seems he had already had a run in with her, and had liked the way she tasted.
Dalia was here, back in Rhydin, at the behest of her new Master, Zaruk. She had come for Belle's child, Valentine, and the one that had foiled Zaruk, Bellora Vendetta. They would be no match for Dalia, for she didn't play by the rules. Zaruk may have lost Belle to her wife, but, then again, where was the little slut now? Not at home, Dalia knew that for sure.
Veronica was first. Little conniving, interfering thief that she was. Time for the others, later.
Dalia was here, back in Rhydin, at the behest of her new Master, Zaruk. She had come for Belle's child, Valentine, and the one that had foiled Zaruk, Bellora Vendetta. They would be no match for Dalia, for she didn't play by the rules. Zaruk may have lost Belle to her wife, but, then again, where was the little slut now? Not at home, Dalia knew that for sure.
Veronica was first. Little conniving, interfering thief that she was. Time for the others, later.