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Corpse
Lucian's seen her. He's seen her countless times; cold, cruel, the perfect daughter. He's seen her ruthlessness, the same hidden pleasure in her eyes.
She's just like her father; everything that Sonja had failed to be, Viktor's molded this little girl into.
Lucian's smelled her scent. He's caught whiffs of her dozens of times; death, leather, and steel. He's snorted at the stench of decay that hangs over her like a cloud.
She's just like every other death dealer; all those things that somehow Sonja escaped, this girl embraces. She clings to those conscienceless horrors.
Lucian wants to taste her. He's thought about it thousands of times; tear into that pale skin, rip open that haunting face. He wants to fill his gullet with her frigid blood. He wants to be the one to take away this time, see the helpless despair in her eyes – in Viktor's eyes.
She's nothing like Sonja; she's cold and cruel where Sonja was passion and mercy. She's nothing but a twisted, distorted copy of his ashen princess, and he hates her for it.
He hates Viktor for it.
Every time he sees her, he hates himself for it. Because sometimes even he forgets her name is really Selene.