She was none as Domenica, a angel of death that could bring you to your knees and made you spill and tell your darkest desires. She was also none for the good deeds she had done upon the unprotected and the innocent who got caught up in this cruel world. * - Madam Domenica! -Why are you disterbing me Marcos? -I am sorry Madam, but in the front door, is the hybrid. -Ahh, Klaus Mikaelson, i was awating his arivals. Let's go then Marcos don't wanna make our guest wait longer. *