Rosaline tensed, pulling away from Alexandra with wide eyes. There was a look of confusion and disbelief on her features. “No… T-That was over a hundred years ago. He can’t still be alive.” She suddenly stuttered. The nebula looked a little spooked. Joshua had been human, a warlock, but definitely mortal. He would have been dead by now, yet she knew that Alexandra and Marianne were right. She had had this feeling for a while now but had refused to believe it. A sigh leaves her lips as she tries to figure out how to explain this. Their trust of each other was fragile enough as it is, she did not want them to fear her as well.

“Joshua… He was a warlock I was once acquainted with. I stumbled across him in the year 1867 while he was practicing his spells… Not even two years passed before he turned on me though. For some strange reason he thought it best to seal me in a physical body. I gave up my mortal body hundreds of years ago, but he trapped me in this body. He sealed me away in a body of porcelain…like I was a doll.” She explained. “I still, after all this time, don’t know why he did it either.” Rose added, shaking her head. She didn’t know how he could be the Collector though, how had that decent mortal become this twisted?

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“That was brilliantly told dear Rosaline, but you forgot the part where you betrayed my feelings.” A voice, one that seemed both wise and dangerous, suddenly chimed in. Standing at the top of the grand staircase was a man who looked no older than 25. His hair was pitch black, making his skin seem even paler and his cold blue eyes stand out. It was the man from the painting, yet this time he was all too real. To Rosaline he had hardly changed, minus the cold look in his eyes…that was new to her. 

Alexandra tensed, backing away slowly. “Oh, and there’s the problematic shapeshifter… I still have to figure out what to do with you seeing as for some strange reason you don’t listen to me.” He huffed. 

The man stepped gracefully down the stairs before suddenly appearing right behind the nebula, his arms wrapped around her. Joshua’s right hand gripped her chin while the other hand rested on her stomach. “What are you talking about? I never-“ he cut Rosaline’s words off, his hand clasping over her mouth. “I loved you once, until I saw you in the arms of another… now I plan on keeping you here along with the rest of this little crew.” He chuckled, before pushing her forward onto her hands and knees. Then with a haunting, devilish laugh he disappeared. “You only have one more day and then you’re stuck here.” His voice adds, his form appearing back at the top of the staircase.