Shadows Never Lie

By Adrienne Valentine

Summary: Chaos and Mischief go well together. It's a wonder she had never understood it before. It wasn't until she was face to face with the God of Lies that she couldn't deny what she was.

Ah, you burn and burn to get under my skin
You've gone too far now, I won't give in
You crucify me but I'm back in your bed
Like Jesus Christ coming back from the dead

Vow by Garbage

The effects of her temporary venture into the magic suppressing room still lingered with her. Pietro, likely concerned for her and her efforts, had been heading towards the room when she had flown out of it. She had said nothing, instead continuing ahead to her rooms. He had caught up easily, asking her questions which she had ignored until she had arrived at her door.

"Later." Was her bitten reply before she ducked into the room and slammed the door shut behind her, firmly keeping the other mutant out. The fact she had practically ran to her room instead of traveling there through the shadows was telling, and she knew it. When they were younger, and even until now, when she did not have to worry about who was watching, she never traveled by foot if she didn't have to. Never. She always stuck to traveling through shadows if she could. Even times when she shouldn't, she did. Shit.

She went to her private bathroom, turning on the water and splashing her face with the cold liquid.

The event had her spooked. Her heart was racing and her head pounded from the sudden intrusion in her mind. It hadn't been the Asgardian that had caused the pain, however. She knew better. He was playing with her. She knew this, but there had been something else when the magic had released its hold. Despite the overwhelming hunger that had consumed her in an instant, it had been muted. Despite the need for more that had been rising desperately, there it had been, whispering sickeningly sweet into her ear. Tear him apart.

The most terrifying part of it had not been the implications most would get out of those words, but what she had known lay underneath. She could still hear it, calling to her, telling her to go to him. She sucked in a large lungful of air, releasing it slowly, humming in her mind as she forced the noise away. She continued like this for a few moments before she moved from this, looking into the mirror in front of her. Leaning forward, she carefully examined herself in dismay and saw the horrifying consequences. The blue of her irises was just barely reemerging into her distinctive mismatch of dark and light blue. The markings on her forehead seemed to be absorbing some shadow that had leaked unto her face, creating black lines like veins. She held up her hands and saw her nails as she shadows on her hands faded into the natural pallor of her skin.

Her nails remained black, however. She growled, running them under the freezing water once again. She scrubbed against her nails, hard, and was preparing to tear the offending features off when there was a knock on the door. She frowned, turning off the water, waiting. There was another knock and, with a growl, she went to the door, roughly yanking it open roughly, prepared to shout obscenities at the silver haired speedster. Instead she found herself face to face with Wanda. Her curses died on her lips and she stood to the side, allowing the other woman to enter into her room. It was a moment before Wanda said anything, stepping into the room casually, watching her friend.

"He is agreeing to cooperate." She said to her, watching for her reaction. Persephone nodded stiffly, still picking at her now black nails absently. The other woman's eyes glanced to her hands, but neither said anything about it. "I don't know what you did, but it seems his Intel is correct."

The Shadow manipulator nodded, not meeting her friend's gaze. She could hear it again, rising to the surface, calling out to her. Take it from her. She ignored it, pushing firmly down on the thought that had risen. She needed to fix this. She needed to restore the magic on her tattoo. Despite that the suppression should have been temporary, she could feel the control had leaked away. It was far too delicate of a balance.

"Seph?" Wanda asked and her eyes shot up, connecting with the witch's gaze as if a startled deer. They stared at each other for a moment before her friend spoke. "Do you need anything?"

I need Loki. I need the God of Lies. I need him to fix me. Her mind screamed at her. I will have him. She shook her head absently. Her friend nodded and left the room, leaving her to her own thoughts.

A/N: So... Three now I guess. This one is shorter though. If the time is a little confusing, I apologize. It's meant to be. Anyways, writing the next chapter now! Reviews are loved and definitely speed up the process! :3