Queen of Disaster

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. She was young and there was a fire held behind her eyes. It intrigued the Merciless, who was not used to seeing such defiance shown to her face - even as small as this was. Then again, she was rather small. It was always the little ones with the biggest tempers. Zariah took a step closer, looking down upon her as she tilted her head. She reached out a hand, placing the tip of a sharpened nail just under the bone of the young woman's chin, coaxing her to raise it as she pressed against it. For a moment she remained silent, considering her. "And tell me, Cassandra Kaito, just why I should not kill you for your lies?" she asked softly, lips pursed ever so slightly, a perfectly manicured brow arched with curiousness.