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After a silence he endearingly spoke,

'Influences are not determining factors'.

His words skipped off her conscious as a stone across a glassy mountain lake on a mid summer morning. An ambiguous Laughter bellowed forth soft but terrifying after an aggravated squint wrinkled her makeup laden brow. Deep within her eyes there was a faint hint of the remaining empathy that her disdain could not cover. Her plotted ploy playing out was unnoticeable to all but him. She was a genius stoic stone faced actor. Leaving nothing up to chance, the ebbs and flows and attacking foes are expected factors the effects impact are deflected back toward any poor soul thats in the line of fire.

One could never have blamed her for her loathsome usury after her stolen childhood . Every man in her life besides her late father only used her for her heavenly beauty.

It was a curse turned weapon. A lure for any creature who unexpectedly came across the bait she so cleverly laid. A tumultuous quest of vigilante justice, unrelenting, ruthless, unremorseful and sadistic.

A thief in the night a shadow through a mirror a crunch on dry grass the faint feeling of retribution behind regret and self doubt she crept into each ruse.

Until the day she met him, or some would say, the day god itself sent him to her the world and every living creature there upon it.