Nice

Taking care of Solomon

Hunting in ways to not trouble Solomon

Caring for family

Visiting Sweet

Not eating guests who visit

Slaughtering a family

Hunting with others

Naughty

Letting the Hunter live

Not slaughtering the little friar

Allowing that GIRL to hurt loved one

Leaving family alone...

Solomon~ Are you cursed~?

I want to go dancing.

[The video turns on to reveal Marishka's beautiful face and body literally rotting away, skin peeling off, hair falling away... And those eyes of hers are glowing yellow and furious.]

What curse is this to destroy my beauty? Make it go away.

Such a foolish curse. Why the City would like to use curses with food does not make sense to me.

Tch.

Perhaps it should bring us another with more blood. This would be preferable and so good to smell. Not so silly with things that crunch beneath a foot.

[The display turns on and Marishka is revealed on the screen. There is a look of fear on her face as she looks around hesitantly. Almost like she's confused and lost. But what is most notable for those who know her is that she's out on the balcony of Solomon's place.

And the sun is touching her skin.]

Where... What is this place?

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Love then no love.

All over the place~

[She laughs.] So fickle~

[Marishka comes on and her skin glitters brightly. But, she doesn't look at all amused by this.]

What curse is this to make skin shine? I do not see a point to such a thing.

[Marishka has thrown her device against a wall and turned it on. So now there is a view of the bride in her room, holding her head. Her eyes glow a vicious yellow as she lets out a distressed shriek.]

Such noise! Terrible, terrible noise! Too loud!

Videos of Marishka's memories play for people to see. They begin with her time in her world with her master and sister. Playing with the pathetic humans of the village, watching scream in terror as they attacked. Then Van Helsing showing up and striking her down with arrows dipped in Holy water. Her screaming as everything went dark.

( Memories of times in the City... )

[An irritated hiss as she grumbles to herself. Water can be heard like she's on the fountain.]

Tch. What place is this to drag me away? Familiar scents...But this is not home. I do not understand a place that smells familiar but is not. Home is where...

[She cries out sharply in agony.]

Master...Master! My sisters! Gone and stolen away. ( Read more... )