The Widow's Belladonna (Natasha Romanoff X Fem)

The Poisonous Beauty

Five years later....

Last of the sun's rays disappear as darkness loom ravishingly over the New York skyline. An half emptied glass of fine aged whiskey tethers to a graceful grasp, promising dangerous seduction at the end of the pointed crimson talons. They tap lightly in a pulsing tune blurring her senses as strong as the liquor sloshing down her throat. Different colored eyes brim behind gold thin framed glasses perched on her perfectly sculpted nose. The favorable blush adorn her cheeks as the effects of the alcohol began to seep from her pores. Crimson red stains the rim of her glass as she empties the cup, reaching for the tankard for another. Flickering flames of the roaring fireplace dance across her slightly bronze skin as she unfastens her white collared attire brandishing her lace bralette. Her pointed talons tracing the outline of her tattoo riddled body, caressing the repaired locket as her moonlight hair flourish against the leather desk chair. Brimming from her finger was the infamous signet ring of the Belladonna Dynasty she had created. Flames dance across the Golden Lion with a blood diamond in its jaws and a backdrop of the deadly nightshade.

She fixes her signet ring, gazing into the distance. Tight short black skirt scrunch high on her long soft legs that lay across ledgers containing her endless cash flow.

Her mind riddle with memories of her success as she enhanced her knowledge spilled upon her while being concealed into hiding from her wretched sire. Confined to a room the size of a closet for most of her life, she spent her days sneaking into Hades' private library fulfilling her knowledge of unknown realms. She tinkered with the scraps of ruined weapons that she collected secretly. Her fascination with war and battle had pressed her to train herself. Watching the guards of the Underworld train day in and day out from the rooftops, she mimic the motions perfectly with precision. The King of the Underworld traveled frequently with Orianna in his sight at all times. His suppressing rage upon Theo had only backfired numerously as she independently grown from the ashes of their blood connections.

Hades had gifted her the skills she needed to become invincible as she wielded her killer instincts from the infamous red room academy. Heartless to the core, Theodora withered her way into notorious organizations that had a iron hand at the necks of world leaders. Her sultry silver tongue infiltrated black market leaders learning the inner workings of their successful operations before bringing the patriarchy to it's knees. Ashamed and embarrassed by the stronghold of a woman exposing their weaknesses, Belladonna had world renowned connections eating out the palm of her hands.

The Queen of thievery, the Goddess of Persuasive seduction, the poisonous beauty, Belladonna invested in the heart of the black market dealings. Sitting on unmeasurable amount of filthy riches, Belladonna connected the world with the creation of Arcane Shipping Industries. She owned numerous docks in every ocean and sea concealing her true intentions of production. Stemming from her fascination of ammunition, she delved into manufacturing her custom weaponry. With her iron grasp on worldly connections, she rose to power within her five years walking amongst these mortals.

Her eyes glances over to the old grand father clock integrated into her wooden bookshelves before a gush of gardenia filled the air. A sly grin graces her face before her feet found her stilettos. She twirls tenderly in her chair as her eyes were illuminated by the sight of her gorgeous sister.

"Late night?" Orianna murmurs sweetly as red velvet cling to her slender body.

Theodora raises her brows, "the dead never sleeps," she returns smugly.

Anna huff playfully, "they don't but they are rather irritatingly awful," she mutters.

"Missing home?" Teddy questions curiously.

Orianna shakes her head, "not one bit, I love it here," she responds fondly. "Finally a place to write my own faith in the stars. Of course you're a bonus," she adds softly.

Theo grins lopsidedly, "I'm happy you're here too zus," she quips.

Her sister smiles tossing the files onto her desk, "that's the last of the McGregor assets to expand Arcane shipping industries in the highlands," she expresses.

Belladonna shrugs nonchalantly, "you've been working tirelessly sister. I feel as if Mr. Buchanan will blister my ears off when he sees me," she remarks.

Orianna snickers, "actually we invited some of his friends to the Amorist. Why don't you call it an early night and come with us?" she suggests.

"The Amorist?" Theodora hums low in her chest contemplating her options. Being one of many elusive night clubs she owned, the Amorist was a facade of sultry tales levitating above the thrumming cabaret. Her lips smack emptying the canter as she chucks the glassware on her desk. With a wave of her hand, the fireplace smothers into a bare wisp of smoke before she squeezes into her sister's arm, "I'll see Lily bear," she murmurs teasingly.

Orianna rolls her eyes, "I despise my middle name," she retorts swatting her sister who chuckles softly before she took her leave.