It was no easy task getting here, Having to fly into a new country isnt an easy task these days when you are wanted dead or alive all across your homestead of Europe. Middleton, California, such a quaint place to be hiding for a blood thirsty hero don't you think?
Isis' mind drifted, swaying to and from each piece of evidence she had collected. Why would a super hero go out of his way to kill not the villain but to to create one? By slaughtering the only people she had to call her own. What purpose did it serve. Isis had never caused harm to anyone, but now she was know across the world by many names as she rampaged through the city trying to find her answers. They were all different, some laughable but the one that truly stuck was vendetta. How strange it was for a priestess of the light would develop a sense of revenge. Although even the holiest of us can give into that one we call Lucifer.. The ego That one human element not even the strongest of super human could escape. He knew what to do, the one button he had to push to bring out Isis' other side, the piece of her she had banished and bound to the dry place. And now that evil side had risen, locking away the once pure lightworker deep in the realm, guarded by Vendetta's ego.
She had truly lost her true self, I wonder if that is what Vertigo wanted. A disgusting man, his very name means disease a body and mind not balanced. Sounded of too sweet, Vendetta knew she could make him suffer if she ever got close enough. He deserved it. She nor her family did anything to him. Now, however, she was going to destroy every fiber of being, mind and soul. She will suck every inch of life force out of him.
At the though Vendetta smiled. Her lips curling. She hid in the shadows, in front of a house, where a more than abundant family got ready for dinner. She used her senses. The pretty blonde wife, wearing a velvet dress and her best pearls. A lace white apron hung around her waist. Why would she do such a thing? Why dress so elegantly to cook a meal? Why? Because, Laura Nelson, the wife of Middletons beloved mayor, was a whore. A dirty little whore, whom liked to be defiled. Oh yes, Mrs. Nelson would get up every morning and get her children ready for school, kiss her husband as he left for work, and then she would go to a pleasure den where strange men would sneak in and bind and gag her, make her feel helpless, and she would reach nirvana. Then she would return home and the guilt of betraying her husband would kick in. So she would become his servant as well, abiding by his every whim. Then realizing she is unhappy because of this, unaware that the universe is giving her everything she wanted, to made helpless, to be a slave of desire. How ironic. The anguish of this woman's soul vibrated at such a high frequency, the energy, no matter how negative was elating. It made Vendetta lick her lips.
Vendetta kept focusing, no other presence was in the home.
"Ah, Mrs.Nelson, children at your mothers are they, Husband late from the office..(r Perfect..."
Slowly Vendetta rose from her hiding spot and made her way to the house. Purple eyes glowing like fireflies as she made her way to the electrical box. This was going to be too easy. she thought removing her gloves she touched the box and black thick aura like material covered the metal, small electric bolts shocked here and there in the black matter, within a few seconds the entire electrical box dissipated. The lights flickered and then blackout. followed by a sheik of Mrs. Nelson. Vendetta just smirked.
"Now the games begin..."