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Viola Rekhmire. She appeared unknown to London from a place called Budapest, without a penny nor known soul to her right. Her soft features and fair disposition brought her the favor of many, just as it had for the past three hundred years. A demon at heart, she was able to use her powers to manipulate the entire upper crust of London's social syndicate. The prince of London: she manipulated him into believing that he loved her. Her chance to reign as queen over the most powerful nation in the world was coming to be.
When their wedding day arrived, only months after she had, the ceremony was inturrupted by a party of priests and monks, spiritual leaders who were resistant to her powers and could sense the darkness within her. They broke her spell, and the audience before her changed from being in awe to being in riot. So Viola reacted the only way she knew how.
She killed them. She killed them all. And then she fled London on foot, not a soul following her in fear of what she had done.
In her journey, she approached a village called Drakesheath. She again was penniless, without a soul to her name. She had to plan, to recharge herself, to hone her powers of manipulation, not just man but objects and elements. And for now, this will be her home.
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2,466 strti.
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