Catalina couldn’t have chosen better music? The light chimes of what sounded like spa music intended for aiding in meditation piped through the speakers of the sleek elevator as Isis rode direct up from the ground floor to the penthouse. To her sister.
She had no idea what to expect and in truth, had regretted this endeavor from the get-go, a feeling that continued and progressed as a pit in her stomach as proceeded.
Blue electricity arced from her fingertips in an unknowing echo of her sister’s own preparations. Her gift from the Pit, one the she rarely displayed and which had never been confirmed from the family. Zeon had utilized her gifts from the Pit, perhaps moreso than any other Liafador, and as such it was often forgotten that Isis was the first of their generation to complete it.
She clenched her fist, pulling the energy back into her, as the elevator doors pinged. If she walked into Catalina’s home ready for war, then she was sure that it was war she would find on the other side of the door. Isis had gone head to head with her beloved sister enough times to be able to soak damage, should Catalina start off with violence.
Instead, Isis stood in shock for just a moment as the doors opened and she saw Ziccarra standing before her. She stood in stunned silence, moving only as the elevator doors began to close, and even then only moving enough to step into the foyer entrance.
Panic and shock sank deep into her gut like a poison as she stood there like a deer caught in headlights. It wasn’t Ziccarra, despite the fact the woman standing in front of her could have been her aunt’s carbon copy. It was Catalina - she would always be able to recognize her sister, come hell or high water or body snatches. This family had always been full of whacky shit, but this really took the cake. There was some sick irony in this, considering her sister had once accused her of becoming a carbon copy of her aunt.
As soon as she had started coming to grips with that, her attention was drawn to the young woman standing next to Catalina. Mom? Isis’s heart cracked in her chest as she fought to maintain a normal breathing pattern. Her vision went grey at the edges as she dug her nails into her palms, the quick bite of pain bringing her back.
Catalina had confided in her about a miscarriage at a criminally young age, but she had never… this was. Who was this girl? She had the same striking Iberian features that Catalina and Ziccarra carried and the natural Liafador confidence imbued in every iota of her being. But what… how? Isis softened for just a moment, her gaze sad and wistful as many could-have-beens filtered through her.
And then she refocused her attention on Catalina, every inch of her ready for a fight she knew may be coming. She’d been absent from the family for too long to have a smooth re-entrance - something she wasn’t even sure she wanted. In fact, she was pretty sure she did not.
They called her the Liafador Ravager, and it was a name well-earned in the darkness and shadows. She had excised connections to the family, knowing that there would be one day she would have to play the reaper and bring them back under control. She was worried that day was fast approaching.
Catalina and Isis had always had a preternatural link. They had both done work, intentional and accidental, to sever it over the years. It was damaged and probably without hope to repair. They had once been treated as twins, and this link between them had functioned very much as twin telepathy. She wasn’t sure if Cat had been sensing the same stirrings that she had. Had been having the same nightmares dripping in blood and death.
“She’s yours?” Isis whispered, her voice barely a yearning whisper upon the wind. She quickly tamped down the heartache she was afraid was being telegraphed all over her face and instead cleared her throat.
She still hadn’t made any move to come in further than the foyer. She knew that Catalina would defend her homestead to the last, and she no longer knew how she was received.
“I’m here because I’ve been having dreams. Of blood and death and uprisings and…Sabella. Have you been having the same?”