Like Mother, like daughter? (2)

West Wing…

Aliya finally entered her room on the other side of the estate with a huge, satisfied smile.

'Who was the one that doubted that I could pull this off?'

Her smile spread wider as she walked up to a mirror. She caressed her reflection as the face staring at her twisted into a heinous form, similar to what Currey had seen in those ancient texts.

She turned around and admired it, nodding in satisfaction. 'It won't be long….'

"Glad that you like what you see," A sweet voice sounded behind her.

Aliya dropped her hand in annoyance and turned to see a hooded figure behind her.

She was not surprised at all, just irked at the interruption.

"What are you doing her-"

Aliya paused,

"Wait… did you make another deal? Why do you look even younger than the last time we talked?"