“Why don’t you bring him back yourself? If he’s a Goblin, then you can sing to his Faerie blood.” That…sounds too easy. Erebus strolled to the right side of the throne, his left. He’s dangerous and I want him brought back here where he’ll be safe.” “And then I can inform you whether or not I wish to acquire them.” Everything about her said “lie,” and yet…he couldn’t identify the lie. “You can to tell me… who you want acquired.” Erebus crossed his arms over his chest as he studied her actions, her motions, the way she spoke, the tone of her voice, the speed she blinked her eyes. In fact, I’d prefer this one to be broken.” Please understand, I have no argument with this. “You have a knack for…breaking your prey when you’re invested. “Yes.” The Queen leaned forward in her throne. Reviewing her records, you were the best asset listed for-acquisitions.” ![]() “And you want to make good on what I owe Medbh.” Erebus pointed at her. “She didn’t immediately ask for payment then and left it open-ended.”Īh. Thus saving you from a return to the Well of Souls when you were…exorcised.” She leaned her head to the right. ![]() She helped you acquire the body you now possess, and you wear it quite well. “I’m afraid you’re evading responsibility, but her notes warn it is your nature. Her teeth were just narrowing into the familiar sharpness of a Faerie’s. ![]() So why have you requested a visit from me?”īrendi smiled. Those whom she considered enemies, and those with which she formed…covenants.” “I’ve been familiarizing myself with Medbh’s previous duties, her relationships, her treaters, and her deals. “I have come as you requested, your Grace.” So it would seem a guest was to be put at an instant disadvantage. Please stand.”Įrebus straightened and glanced around for some kind of chair. Former First Born of the Abysmal Realm, otherwise known as…” He bowed low at her chair, his arms out to his sides, just as he was coached. Erebus assumed this little monster ate her. It was no wonder the former Queen Medbh couldn’t be found. To effect such a change meant she’d drunk the blood of a pureblood Queen. He could only imagine what it was doing to her mind. The strength of that blood alone would be feared, but to see the transformation from Witch to Faerie. They told him the rumors he’d heard were true. Her eyes told of the transformation taking place inside of her. She had skin the color of milk, hair the color of a brilliant autumn, lips like cherries, and eyes… ![]() The new Queen sat in a high-backed throne of red velvet, quite a gothic touch against the backdrop of the black floor, walls, and ceiling. No guard stood outside the new Queen’s chamber. He noted the birds, the maiden fair in the center, and the unicorn. A woodland scene had been carved in relief on the surface. Erebus stopped at the end of the hall in front of twin gold doors. His gait reflected his confident attitude even as the varied gazes of the denizens of this fragmented realm followed him. He kept his hair coiffed, his face devoid of scruffy extra hair. He wore the nicest suit human money could buy. Ah, but that was the Peripheral, wasn’t it? A hodgepodge of existence, intentional, experimental, and accidental. He passed all manner of Faerie, some covered in spines, others in fur, some had wings, and others…well…just damn weird looking. Erebus strolled down the obsidian halls of the Winter Palace, the clap of his boots echoing off the walls.
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