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located in Castiva, a part of Mirrored, one of the many universes on RPG.

Castiva

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Character Portrait: Riven Seylum Character Portrait: Viola Rosenkrantz
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Riven brushed the sleep from her eyes and ran a brush through her hair as Kitra spoke to her. She too, knew of loss. They had all lost someone close to them. Riven was aware of this, so why did her chest constrict so? Could it be... had she been in love with Viola? Now Riven would never know the answer. "I have no right to mourn her," Riven did not know if Viola had ever felt the same. If Viola had even truly liked her, or if she had been using Riven the entire time to achieve her goal of vampire hood. "Because Viola would have never wanted us to cry over her death." She imagined that foolish grin, the half smile and droopy eyes whenever Viola was telling a joke. Oddly enough, Riven smiled at the memory. Even if it hurt, she knew that Viola would not want her to cry.

"The humans will pay for their crimes soon enough, but for the time being, it would be best for all of us to simply disappear." The humans had been using demons to perform their bidding for generations. It would be unfair of Riven to ask Kitra to withdraw her forces. No, Riven had no place in that war. Kitra could take the reigns from here, she knew what she had to do, but Riven's forces would assist from the side. They were still allies after all and she would deliver on her promise in helping find the angel. Riven had never met one before, because vampires did not go to Heaven. They were not allowed admission through the gate, the undead had no place in Heaven. Not that Riven cared, she had an empire to rule after all, she would not die so quickly.

Riven left her bedroom, going to oversee the preparations for her coronation. It was this evening, after all. She had slept the week away and Athena had been busy making preparations. Riven felt a tug on her dress and turned around, finding the boy, Kaito. Her shoulders sunk, her heart clenching painfully. "Hello Kaito," she said softly. His shoulders shook, clearly fearful. "Kaito, would you like to go home?" She asked, the boy vigorously shaking his head. "This is my home!" He cried, "why did you kill Gavyn! He never did anything wrong!" Kaito was taller than her by an inch, but Riven was wearing heels. She placed a hand on his shoulder, not wanting to sully Kaito's image of Gavyn, but knowing it had to be done.

"He was not the person you thought him to be. He killed a lot of innocent people. Your parents may have been victims, for all we know." Kaito shook his head, tears welling up in his eyes. "I knew that, I knew he wasn't good... but he was the only person who was ever nice to me." Riven softened, she held out her hand, offering it for him to take. "Kaito, how do you feel about working at the hotel?" He took her hand, looking up at her with hope in his eyes. "No one will ever bite you again," she promised, his lower lip trembling. This was just a child, the fact that one so young had been made a blood servant sickened her.

He followed her to the throne room, where Slaine was setting up. "Slaine, you now have an apprentice." The dhampire started, nearly tripping over himself. "Treat him well," he nodded, seeming a bit dizzy from the near fall. Riven walked over to the throne, which had been cleaned of blood. She should have asked Viola to dance, she regretted. After all, they had spent that entire time practicing. She sat in the chair, feeling no different than she had one week ago. There was no sudden immense power that coursed through her, no burst of knowledge or insight. "King Seylum, please give me the strength to get through these next few days." The doors to the throne room opened, Elise entering.

She was carrying a garment bag, the dress safely contained until it was time. "Thank you Elise and thank Sweet Pea for me too," she attempted to smile, but it was awkward. Riven had not spent a lot of time smiling, she had always been burdened by something. "If that's what Dominic wants, then we have no right to stop him," she shook her head. "It's fine if he wants to remain here, where he can be free, but I won't stop him if he chooses to leave." If Dominic wanted to go back and rejoin the human world, that would be his prerogative.

The doors burst open once more, Jacob came in, wearing a silly grin. His time in Hell had served him well, he was healed and seemed happier. Riven couldn't help but laugh at their bickering, it was just so... ridiculous. The sound was light hearted and flitted through the room. "Yes Jacob, I give you full permission to paint the walls." She smiled, which fell quickly when Elise asked if she wanted to see the grave. "Yes," Riven rose, "please take me to it."