My c o l d desire
to hear the boom, boom,
b o o m of your heart

In the thickest of a murderous haze, having the victim fight back, well, that was surprising for her. Especially from Vidar who had never once cared about anything. Why should he care about his life now? When it was over and done with he would truly feel nothing. Be nothing. He wouldn't have to worry about his parents loving him, or his siblings trying to kill him. He could finally stop caring about the fact that he didn't care. It was all really quite simple. Just let her get her jaws around his pretty little neck. She never knew he had a backbone.

She sees the shift in his weight and anticipates his movement before he thinks she will. If he had spent anytime with his parents, he would of learned all sorts of tricks and skills. But he had shunned them, as Caligula embraced them. She was skilled, disciplined and more determined than he was. She had purpose. He had blind rage. As she lunges again, with her tried and true method of brute force and domination--she's stopped by the familiar form of Tesseract between them. She snaps at him, her teeth clicking loudly with all the intent that she needed to convey. She was displeased with her Sun Prince putting an end to her murder, even if it was taking long and most likely attracting the attention of any passerby. In the red haze of a near murder, her head was focused on one thing: murdering Vidar. She paces on the other side of Tesseract, not daring to cross her brother if only because she knew that there was reason behind every single thing that he did. If only because she loved him more than life itself.

Caligula tries hard to see the sense in what was whispered in her ear. But really, her own thoughts were far more insidious. Let Vague find out. Let him attack her. Let him see how far he gets. Caligula would rip his throat out as well. It would save her mother so much heart ache, and return her to the one who loved her perfectly--Caligula's own father Nero. It would set her world back to it's proper proportions. She had no talents for playing the game of politics. She was far better at the brute force, the animalistic way of settling differences. She had no desire to play the waiting game anymore. She was far more suited at the games of instinct and reaction.

She paces, restless and unappeased by Tesseract's small motions of affection. She was still coming off the high of the fight, the rush of adrenaline need to finish the task started. Oh don't you worry Vidar, the moment that his use had been used up, Caligula would come back to finish the job. Perhaps then he would truly know the meaning of the word demon. She would not wait for him to open his singular good eye. She would not wait for the recognition. She would come when he least expected it. She would be silent. She would be stealthy. She would be quiet. Oh, so quiet. And he wouldn't have a chance.