jamie_winchester
Cluster
- Joined
- Nov 30, 2010
"Ah so saddened to see how far the mighty have fallen."Thorn mused looking around as she strode in. She was everything Merlin's line was, dark and deadly, with that cloak of death hanging around her like a cape, fluttering around her. Having felt Salazar's distress enough that it had driven her to interrupt his meeting with his father. The ring on her hand flairing brightly at the presence of her descendant she realized that she had had children at some point. And wondering, why she couldn't remember that. Shaking her head a little she sneered slightly, looking at voldemort."Death is not supposed to be the weapon you have shaped it into Lord Death, and merlin's line was never to be what you have made of it."She said, as if she'd known she had descendants. Struggling to come to terms with the idea. Even as she felt heat under her skin like a inferno, demanding that she get Salazar out of here, that she pull him away from this man. Death and hellmagic had always made a deadly combination, and it was never more visible then it was in this avatar of Lucifer's, this granddaughter that he had created in his own image.