Chapter Fifty Six
While Rissa and Isabelle were sisters, there was a large difference between them. In a way, they were a lot like Thor and Loki.
But if you knew which was which, you probably wouldn't believe me.
Because the dark one was always Rissa.
...
Isabelle was the good one. Rissa was the one who rebelled. She was the one who had depression, the one who cried herself to sleep at night.
Isabelle was different. She was always kind, and thoughtful. And they were both smart.
Except Isabelle always hid in the shadows. She kept her true thoughts as secrets. Because in reality, Rissa was the Ravenclaw, and Isabelle was the Slytherin.
But Rissa didn't know that. She didn't know that Isabelle thought in a cunning way. She didn't know that Isabelle couldn't sleep at night. She didn't know that Isabelle dreamed of taking a life.
Not because she wanted to kill, necessarily. More like she wanted to feel it. Isabelle wanted to know what it felt like to weigh a life, to control someone, to choose to give them life or death. She wanted to see the light fade from their eyes, their hands go cold. She wanted to feel their fear, and be their queen.
But Isabelle always acted like Thor. She would protect her siblings from their parents. At times, she often thought of killing them, but then their family would be separated. So she decided to wait a year, and then take the kids into her custody. She was always the older sister.
She might think over the idea of death, and being it's master, but few people could climb into her heart. She could deal with her family. She wanted to protect them.
But then Rissa disappeared, and she died, and she left them all alone.
...
When they got to Earth, and Lucifer brought Isabelle and Moriarty back to life, she asked Lucifer to see if he could find her sister.
And he found her.
"She's alive," he told her.
Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief.
"Can you tell where she's been for the past year?" she asked.
"Yes," Lucifer said. "She found a man."
"She ran away with a guy?" Isabelle asked. That didn't sound like Rissa at all.
"Their relationship isn't like that. He promised to show her the stars. And they traveled in this blue box to other universes. And they met people. A group of heroes, a wizard with a scar and glasses, hunters that killed the supernatural, and consulting detectives."
He blinked in surprise. "I know those hunters. Sam and Dean Winchester, and Castiel."
Isabelle got all quiet. "Excuse me?"
"What do you mean?" Lucifer asked.
"She traveled in a BLUE BOX? WHAT DID IT SAY ON THE TOP?" Isabelle screeched.
"Calm down," Lucifer said. "Uh….Police Public Call Box."
Isabelle said quietly, "Can I have a moment alone, please?"
Moriarty and Lucifer exchanged looks, and left.
...
Isabelle couldn't believe it. She and Rissa made a promise together – stay with family. One thing they both agreed on – Rose. Rose had run away with the Doctor, and left her family waiting. She treated her boyfriend and her family terribly. How could Rissa do that? How could she do that to her family?
Isabelle swore that she would fix this. She would get Rissa for this.
And she was consumed by rage.