Little Ver
An unsettling silence hung heavy within Verona's inner space. Here, the duality of her being was laid bare – two Veronas, one with eyes of crimson, the other with eyes of violet, stood facing one another, locked in a debate.
"Are we truly going down this path?" Red-eyed Verona voiced her apprehension, her voice echoing in the vast emptiness. "This is a risky gamble, feeding him Father's blood."
"It's the only way to trigger his evolution," Violet-eyed Verona countered, her voice laced with unwavering conviction. "Besides, we have no use for it. We have little time left and we are already ' established' beings Nev is still growing."
Red-eyed Verona offered a small smile. "So, we will turn Nev into this era's Progenitor?"
"Perhaps it was father's intention all along," Violet-eyed Verona mused, tracing a finger across the air. "You can sense the purity in Nev's vampire side, a resonance with his blood, right??"