The power flowing through her veins was nothing short of overwhelming: her senses were stronger, sharpened to the point of viewing the world in brighter hues and hearing the blood pumping in her veins. She wanted to scream, to thrash around until she cracked open her skull, to laugh until she sobbed.
She had been living in squalor, her rebellious runaway plan sustaining her for only as long as her coin and body did. Ceres did not trust this entity, and she was sure it knew that as well -- but she would do anything to live.
When she finally dragged herself to her feet, she knew exactly where she would head next: home, back to where her simpering dickless father yet lived, content to suck her whore stepmother's tits and waste the fortune that was rightly hers.
There were gaps in her memory. She did not know if the entity's abilities allowed her to teleport to where she wanted to return, or if she simply blacked out while her body carried itself from place to place. Her hands were dirtier, stained -- she didn't care. Cleaning up was easy enough.
It had been several years since she left, but Bandar was still the same. She made her way back to the home she had been raised in, only to learn that her father and stepmother weren't there. They had left.
That alone reignited the flames of hatred within her. How dare they. How dare her father simply leave, not expecting her to return one day? How dare they escape her plans to strip the flesh and muscle from their bones, granting them as the first (?) sacrifices to the demon inhabiting her body?
Ceres was so irritated she barely realized the current occupants of the house she formerly lived in had died in a violent manner. How unfortunate. But it gave her the chance to let herself in, to clean up and dress more appropriately for a woman of her sense of power.
From here, she stayed within the walls of her former childhood home and tested her newfound powers actively. Her presence alone was enough to lure anyone in, but for those that needed a little more convincing, the entity's powers of persuasion came quite in handy. She was growing, learning, feeding the creature that dwelled within. She was more alive than ever.
But still, she did not want to let her father and stepmother go. And so she dug, revisiting old haunts and former associates of her father, persuading them to share any information they had on where he could have gone. Apparently, however, the two had been very hush-hush about it all. Irritating. Infuriating. She would have her revenge and then some for this godsdamned wild goose chase --!
Ceres' nose scrunched up in disgust as she made her way into the expensive-looking house, her presence acknowledged but not barricaded by the paid guards at the doors. She brushed by, the navy fabric of her gown emphasizing every dip and curve of her body in a way that certainly did not feel appropriate for the occasion.
Tolsun Soo had been the son of a business partner of her father's who hailed from Nhyendo: a miserable boy from a wealthy family and seemingly no free will of his own. If her father had only thought to engage her to him, Ceres may have considered it for more than a minute before inevitably storming off and doing what she did anyway. Tolsun was a pushover -- a boy content to hold her bags and let her speak to him however she wanted to. He was the closest thing that she had ever had to a friend.
And now, apparently, he was married.
Ceres had been irritated enough to know her father had moved away. Hearing that Tolsun, too, had moved on -- no, that was not permitted. But at least this time she could do something about it.
Stepping into the hall where the event was being held -- something like a three-year anniversary -- her gaze sought him out immediately.
He had grown taller. Not as tall as she, especially in the heels she wore, but enough that the gap between them wouldn't be as significant. Good. She would have been irritated if she could no longer look down at him.
Would he remember her? What would his expression be upon recognizing her? It was time to find out.
She made her way towards him and the delighted blonde clinging to his arm, painted lips twisting into a smirk. She did not need the deity's blessing for this.
