Blackfeather Woods I will keep my promise.

Not even close to a rebel... She sighed, casting her gaze to the ground. I was a merciless killer, a straight-up bad guy. She admitted. It was true. She was raised a murderer, a crazed one. It was to be expected of the daughter of Lucifer after all. "just as cold as her father, just prettier" they had commented, and those comments still haunted her dreams. But ever after her that night on the beach, she had changed drastically. Perhaps she had always been so enthusiastic, so considerate and understanding, or maybe Cog had really made her best side rule her mind, soul and body. Whatever it was, she was not sure if she should be happy about it, especially as she was now in the Dark Brotherhood.

What mistakes? She questioned, naturally curious about her biggest crush's life. She could not really picture the calm Burke make mistakes, although the rest of the pack probably disagreed with her on that. It was no secret they all thought it was a stupid mistake that she was here. But if they were right had yet to be proven. Time does, indeed, fly fast. I can barely remember our first meeting. She giggled softly. She did remember how she almost wet herself and almost fainted because of the strong scent of the Brotherhood. She looked up to him, seeing a happy old man, yet the years he had spent living surely hadn't taken away his handsomeness. She smiled a goofy smile. I surely hope so.