"for the beauty of the rose, we also water the thorns."
Descendant of Loa lineage, Karliah Shango stems from masters of Haitian and the old Oyo Empire Vodou. After the nuclear wipe out, she finds herself thrown into leadership with little comprehe...
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The bedroom was still, past the warm flicker the candles casted among the walls and the perturbed shuffling of Karliah's bedsheets. The past two weeks proved to be the same, her nights filled with troublesome thoughts, even more so after beginning her training with Michael. Her powers were growing stronger, and in turn, so was her hatred.
She began feeding into the darkest corners of her mind, growing consumed by the feelings she'd lived her whole life in denial about. Slowly but surely, it begun to change her, her usual demeanor growing reclusive and unforgiving. And it was a change those around her took note of.
Lying on her back, she stared up at the bland ceiling, the light of the candles dancing among the surface. An agitated sigh passed her lips as she leaned up against her pillows. Her gaze fell to her fingers as she began fidgeting with the ring that wrapped around her thumb. Pulling it off, she stared into the detailing, a look of contemplation on her face.
She hadn't taken the ring in an absent-minded gesture as she assumed Michael had thought. Of course, she was aware of the abilities she possessed, one of the many being psychometry. It was the plan she established with Markus weeks ago, to gain insight into Michael's past and figure out just what and who he was, knowing there was no simple way for him to tell her voluntarily. It was evident, there was something he was hiding, and it was something Karliah found herself desperate to figure out.
Running a finger over the encased red gem, shoulders easing as closed her eyes, honing into her power. The feeling coursed it's way through her veins, growing stronger by the second.
A gasp emitted from the girl's mouth as she opened her eyes, finding herself in an unrecognizable room. The scene was hazy, she was in a living room, furnished with elegant decor from statues to paintings and rugs. Although, it felt anything but inviting.
Standing up, she made her way to the entrance, finding multiple stacked boxes lining the front of the hall. Her breath hitched as the door opened, a woman stammering into the house with a large box, placing it at her feet. To Karliah's surprise, the woman paid her no mind, almost as if she wasn't able to see the girl in front of her. Another woman approached, a joyous smile on her face as she sat another box down with a huff.
"Alright, last one." The curly-haired woman spoke before they both carried the boxes down the hall.
Karliah frowned, stepping forward hesitantly to follow them, only to stop in her tracks as a man emerged from the hall, his aged features seemingly gloomy as he went to close the door behind them. She watched him, brows drawn together in confusion as she attempted to piece together how the women didn't see the man, let alone how no one was able to see her.
