Who was John?
What had become of him?
Where he had stood was a figure, tall, imposing in many ways. She looked dressed up for a ball designed by Morticia Addams and Dani Filth. While most would say she looked dressed up, no one would deny that, in the right context, she was as imposing as any great leader. In fact, she was a leader.
Looking at her own hands, touching her own silky smooth face, breathing slowly, controlled, the new gothic queen became alive.
"I... I am..." She began, her memories playing up. John- no, parts of John were still there, but things were slowly changing, becoming different. "I am... I need a name." She said in a voice deeper than her frame would seemingly be able to produce; it was a voice parts sword bite to the gut and parts velvet caress.
She slowly walked out of the room, curious to even know where she was. She knew... she remembered this place but it felt so different. "It is mine but... is it?" She said to no one as she walked down a dark corridor. Instinct told her to turn right at the light and immediately she got a first look at who she was and what her name was.
"Serpent," She smiled. Yes, it made sense. Why else would she have that sigil so obviously attached to her clothes?
"I am Serpent." She said again, tasting the name.
