Darius
I had known it the moment I caught her before she drank from that child.
The thirst for blood in her eyes, the way her body shook as I held her back.
The way she fed when I taught her to. I knew that unlike me she had inherited Yelena's thirst.
A thirst that had grown exponentially as Yelena aged as I had been told and she rampaged for centuries killing and turning however she pleased.
And with her consumption of blood, she had only gotten stronger and more uncontrollable, killing her sire when he pushed her and had only been brought under control by a collective of her fellow ancients using methods that were already lost to time.
She became more thoughtful although she kept her cruel streak. She purged her living offspring who had inherited her thirst and proceeded to on
