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Corruption. It dripped from her tongue like honey, weaving its way into the otherwise innocent minds of others. Perhaps it was her father's legacy, that she would be so skilled at weaving her words into beautiful, flowering stories, gilded with promises of everlasting glory, vengeance, honor, whatever her newest student needed to hear. Whatever she needed to preach. Ultimately, she did not care what lies she told, what sacrifices she made, for it was in truth for the greater good of her kind and the demise of the lessers. She told Chernobyl that she would rule, for she sensed that power was something that the fae sought. To others, though, like the youngling Frost Fyre, she might speak of old legends, spinning a new religion for their innocent little ears. Whatever the story, she always prevailed, teaching her beliefs, a priest of sorts. What would the gods think of her lies? Or did they even care anymore? Perhaps they were content to allow the mortals to do as they pleased. Perhaps her teachings, taught so sparingly across the realm, were of little consequence to them. The Time God had made her queen; would he not have known the darkness in her heart? Or was it that darkness that had made her so desirable to him? Perhaps he, like her, abhorred the other species - but no, that made very little sense. Still, he had requested that they would keep themselves apart from the other herds. Too many alliances, he had said, and she had promised. And apart they would indeed remain. "My dear,"> she told Chernobyl now, "you shall indeed be a part of our whole, and a part of our rule, when the time comes. For now, you shall train with the others, quietly. We do not want to give the inferiors warning of our rise to power." A nod of approval was given to the black femme before her, the conversation at a close, if she had no further questions. What a productive night it had been. [OOC | I will have her added to the Plague room. Also, do you want her to be a soldier, a tormentor (prison guard), a spy, or a 'nurse'-in-training?] [W/C | xxx] |
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