[center][color=plum][h3]Niflheim Sokolov[/h3]
[b]The Violet Reaper[/b]
[i]Location: Headquarters 
Interactions: [@FallenTrinity] [/i][/color][/center]

The woman seemed unamused and distant. The man was talking nonsense. Darkness in the light? That wasn't true at all. She wanted to eradicate darkness from this world altogether, but does that mean she has a trained eye for it? Violet Reaper didn't believe so.

Still, she let him ramble. About greed, about pride, sins... What was hers? Envy? Sadly, that seemed so. Wrath was also something close to her heart, this unneeded waste of anger and energy for no apparent reason. Niflheim could never understand what made her this way. The wars in the Ukraine, with the ghettos and the scum that roamed the streets, perhaps? Yes, that was it. That hatred she held for those who chased after her in the streets, the ones she had to fight alone to protect her little brother. For some reason, that's who she pictured as the evil in this world. The narcissistic vile creatures that ruin the idea of the species 'human.'

But, does the director really fall into such a category?

As they veered into a quieter street, Niflheim tensed. What was this guy planning now? Her reflexes were ready and fired, ready to pull Hell's Mirror from her back and slice his head from his shoulders if he seemed to go insane. Sinnister truly seemed like the type to snap on a whim...

[color=slategray]"So you weren't wrong when you said that I had another reason for bringing you along with me."[/color]

Violet Reaper's eyes narrowed, finally raising to glare full on at Sinnister. Not a surprise.

[color=slategray]"It's time for a change within the rankings of HQ, specifically, the resignation of a certain director that has fallen from his moral duty to his heroes, blatant disregard to the efforts of those who serve, and failure to promote those who deserve it."[/color]

[i][color=Plum]Get to the point...[/color][/i]

[color=slategray]"I can think of no one better to sit at the director's chair then you, Violet Reaper, or should I say, Director Sokolov."[/color]

Suddenly, all of the tenseness in her muscles left in an instant. Niflheim was totally taken aback. H-her, the director?

Finally, she mustered the strength to reply, refusing to stutter before him from her shock. [color=plum]"You're insane. What makes you think I deserve such a rank if I cannot even make S class? I'm not strong enough."[/color] Violet Reaper muttered, the sadness ebbing through her words at the admittance of her failure.

But then he spoke of others, willing to rebel. But, not for her as director? How is that possible that others think she could surpass Director Danzo, a mere fifth ranked A class? No matter how she looked at it, Niflheim just didn't have enough power.

[color=slategray]"What would you say if I said I could increase your powers to the point that you would give Guardian a run for his money?"[/color]

A cold feeling went through her veins. [color=plum]"Stronger than... If you could do such a thing, why wouldn't you do so to yourself instead of aiding me? Why choose me as director anyway if you say we are so much alike?"[/color] She whispered, but it was obvious that, gradually...

She was starting to want to go along with this.