A young woman in black, with a veil covering her amber hair, and her slender face, walks into an alley, her voice echoing through the tunnel-like alley, you hear her, almost as if talking to herself.

It's impossible to take a break from the life of Cosa Nostra, and the only way to get out is that of your blood. Many a time my brains have been spilled in one way or another. And in between those occasions, I take breaks. And after those breaks, I come back to see a new life. New faces, some old, and warm welcomes smother your return.

Life after death is possible. Is it the same for you?

She speaks as though to you.

Marietta stares in utter horror at the young woman who may or may not be talking to herself or to well, Marietta.

"Wait," the older woman says, pausing as she thinks over the woman's words.

"You've... had your brains spilled several times... and yet you've managed to stay alive all this time? Can you please share with me these secrets? It is no joke that I am getting older, and therefore am susceptible to death more than those younger to me. But if I had your secrets to staying alive for so long, even 'after death' as you say, I would be indestructible. Please, teach me your ways!"

Marietta has super-heroine like fantasies. Imagined if she couldn't be killed? A whole new world was opened before her very eyes as she stared at the young woman in black, taken aback in awe.

Zombie Rourke stumbles into the streets.

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS

BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS

FEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEEEEEE BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAINS.

Rourke takes a bite out of Esham but doesn't find any brains.

Deals with the devil, summoning underworldy creatures, Human Sacrifice, all that. The young woman in black explains as though it were as simple as baking pie.

Shit happens, but so do Resurrections. The young woman laughs.

"Oh. Right."

Marietta smiles graciously, backing away as she does the sign of the cross. Catholicism forthewin.

Violet paused for a minute as she hears a conversation about death, brains, and resurrection. She then raises her hands.

Holicrux, Godmaother Marietta, you can use that. But fate may be in the way of death.....hmmm, be friends with fate, then you might steal death.