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Mazeki's Subconscious, Unidentified

THE MOONLIGHT SHUN down on her as though it were her very own spotlight, bathing her in an iridescent glow that made even the blood coating her head to toe seem angelic. As though she had been bathed in the very sins of all those that laid dead around her. Her features were softened with the lighting, her eyes shut and the low breathes she took in the cold air turning to mist.

She raised her fingers gently to her lips, touching them so softly she barely even realized they were there. However her fingers still became coated with the deep red that stained her. Despite her position, her body relaxed in a way it hadn't in so long. Her tight and jarred muscles, loosing at her request.

"Are you ready?" The voice echoed from behind her, causing her to smile faintly at the tone. Her eyes fluttered open slowly, taking in the sky first, so clear with beautiful stars. The tree tops filled in her peripherals, flourishing in the spring season. "We'll have to begin soon."

"This is Klaus memory, not an Elijah memory." Mazeki softly tutted, making a clicking sound with her mouth as she lowered her head and turned to look over her shoulder.

A fabricated version of Elijah stood nearly ten feet from her, his eyes glowing with the help of the stars and moon. He didn't share in her smile, or her sharp dressing. Instead he wore dark clothing, the end of his jacket ripped and his pants torn in unstylish areas. Her eyes moved behind his silhouette, finding the quickly burning Carriage that she knew was meant to compliment this pick of scenery.

Seventeen eighteen, her year of Silence. Elijah had awoken her from her dagger, and had set out to put all of their past to sleep, however she had been more then angry to find out she had been punished for much to long, and had attacked her brother. Of course she had unfortunately failed and instead promised to never dare utter a word to him, wether he apologized a thousand times or broke her heart with another dagger. It had been a long year, one of quiet loathing. When the quiet and ignorant taunts of her other siblings had got to much, Mazeki had set out to cause an issue.

The Blonde Heretic chose to kill a wealthy family planning to move into the up and coming city of New Orleans, she killed all six of them, a man, his wife, his two sons, and his unmarried daughter, and last their driver. Then to really get the attention, she lit the carriage to flames with a snap of her fingers. Klaus had caught her in the act and had nearly daggered he all over again, only for Mazeki to chastise him for going after her when it was Elijah's misdoings that had lead them all in this position of distrust.

"Well we both quite know I'm not Elijah." The fabrication observed, tilting its head to the side as it looked her over in a curious manner.

"Of course not, you're the interpretation. The boogie man. You are exactly how my subconscious identifies Elijah, as a manipulative, absurd, and cruelly unfair man that I with a thousand years of proof to hate, instead idolize." She hummed, still smiling to herself as she arched a brow at the figment of her mind. "So, Esther conjures you to my for thought in hopes that I will finally rationalize the unhealthy relationships I continue to create."

"Closer, but your not quite there yet. Try one more time." It held up one finger, walking closer to Mazeki like a predator would mock its prey. With Ill intent on its side at the moment. "What would Esther want you to address, in order to ruin your siblings and you? Remember, your the forgiving sister Mazeki, you are the glue."

She frowned, looking around herself in order to conjure up some sort of clue to what it meant by ruin. Her siblings and her were never ruined, they stuck together through it all. Wether or not they should didn't matter, they did it regardless, out of mindless habit. "Certainly you can just tell me, this is my mind after all. I'm in charge."