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Mongrel is curious; he has circled back to watch them begin to move, picking their way over frozen earth in relative loudness to barren quiet of the winter woods. Eyes, vermilion and amber, glisten as he observes the graceful columbine dove glide over crusted snow. He doesn't trust her. Then again, he trusts no one except for his queenly companion and her dearest co-villain, Tyradon and Cynder, King with his Dragon (and even then, he is suspicious of the warbringer.)
It bleeds through their bond, mistrust and squandered uncertainty; the succubus beast resists the urge to flatten her ears, such is the strength of the kitsune's impetuous disdain directed towards the virgin white unicorn. Their thoughts are tides crashing against each other, beating and burning, ocean waves of flame and shadow, bitter and bruised. It is wearisome, the fighting of their ideas, the caress of their figurative fingers on one another's reins, holding tight the bit between clenched teeth. Such is their personalities; determined in their cruelty, tenacious in their ambition, wicked in their wildness. How can they find peace in the sanctuary in their minds when their own types of evil are so different? They are the crumbling of empires, the ruination of kings and queens, the feralness of wolves snapping teeth at the throat of a deer; yet they fight over every inch of space atwixt one another, even as they work together towards the greater good.
Today Confutatis wins their confrontation of beliefs, through reasonings both twisted and logical.
"Let me tell you a secret, dove," the hellion murmurs, her voice jagged as broken ice and splintered wood; she drops back, closer to Sheba, eyes fierce and filled with hostility directed not towards the unicorn but to Helovia. "The Regime will come to rule Helovia." She exhales, her breath poison, sardonic smile crawling on twisted charcoal lips. "Stay with us, and you will rise high among our ranks; but before you join willingly let it be known that the Regime is to be kept secret, to be withheld from the common populace. We will strike in silence, shadows appearing from sunlight, when they have been lulled into security. Take up the Crown, Sheba, with us; to find a family and eventually a home." She is feral in her joy, unmatchable and unattainable in her ecstasy.
"But traitors to the Crown will not be tolerated."
CONFUTATIS
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I Came in Like a Wrecking Ball [Regime]
