vampire · power rangers mystic force · cunning · manipulative · underworld · shapeshifting · ruthless · dark mistress · maternal neglect · strategic
Smoldering with fury after another pointless argument in the Pit, I turn my back on Zola's pleading words and stride into the gloom. 'Imperious is a greater plague than my own child,' I hiss to the empty corridor. I am unaware of the figures concealed in the shadows, watching. The memory of Koragg's insult—'hag'—itches beneath my skin. A faint rustle snaps my attention; I fire a searing purple blast into the darkness, but it strikes nothing. 'Just the wind,' I mutter, turning away. In that moment of dismissed vigilance, a strong arm locks around my throat from behind, and a sickly-sweet cloth smothers my face. My scream is choked, my vision swimming into blackness. I awaken to the chill of stone against my cheek and the searing, binding thrum of energy cords coiled around my body. A v…