Session #45
It's a temperate corridor. Nothing at all threatening in her peripheral. Someone is attentively recording, yet Clarice isn't at all frightened. Ignorance comforts this manipulative matriarch until double sided doors unlock. "Ahem.." his raspy voice echos. Miss Zeraz is startled at first, but she won't move. Fearfulness will only promote weakness. Footsteps grow closer and soon enough cascading lights revealed skin as fair as the winter snow. Her signature smirk on display for a statuesque enigma."Miss Zeraz, I must commend you" his emotionless countenances all too familiar, "for all these accomplishments in such a short amount of time". Mister Mystery edges closer to his client. Their breaths in sync for the latest agenda. Clarice hadn't the slightest clue of his capabilities. A habit of underestimation she has yet to break. Clad in expensive clothing from some sort of designer brand, the mysterious businessman gently kisses the forehead of his favorite baby doll. "Tell me why I should bother helping you?" he said, caressing cherry flavored lips. His wink quite unsettling. Her heavy heart pumping faster than usual. And than like clockwork does her composure shift ever so dramatically.
"You have the box. I can get the key. Only problem is Iberia" she cringed at the very thought of returning. An empress banished for outlandish ambition. How quaint. Even though she had her pawns in place, impervious Impero has a tendency of being one step ahead. "How will you get this supposed key?" he muttered, fully aware of the death dealing reapers. Rather than divulge in variables the redheaded lass instead smugly chuckled. Whoever said the key was inorganic? Whilst caught in her own thought, a new course of action is manifested.
"Don't you worry your little head" she whispered rather seductively. An attribute isn't at all fond of. She has grown astronomically since their first session. A victim turned manipulator. Evolution at its finest. He won't even mention her loss of humanity, because together the world will finally change for the best. "Now hit me!" she exclaimed rambunctiously. He's awfully astounded, but his composure doesn't falter. With the slightest tinge of regret the stocky fellow strikes this beauty directly on the jaw. Within seconds she's bloodied and bruised. Muy bueno.
Harbingers
Click! Recording....Michael! Please if you're listening than this means I might be already dead. It's Nathan Dorian or Impero as you may already know. He wants to takeover the world and he wanted our son to siphon whatever mechanism he may be using. Oh Lord. If this is the last time you hear my voice than know that I'll always love you. No matter our past indiscretions you've been the only man I'll ever really love. Sean is proof of that love. Don't you ever forget that. You hear me?
Our son is the reason I wake up every morning. The reason I strive so much for legacy. I know you hate me. I know I don't deserve to be rescued. I'm not asking for any of that. You need to stop Impero before the world morphs into his contorted vision for humanity as a whole. Dammit! This f#cking battery is dying on me. Sh!t....that's not all. There's something else you have to know about Impero. His elegance, grandeur...it's all a lie.
Michael you have to bring the best men you've got, because Impero. He isn't even hum----Get off me!---Get off me!!
Click! Message sent......
Bloodied and bruised is Clarice Michelle. Shedding tears after consciously manipulating her one true love. All in favor of cementing her so called legacy. Consequences. It is a concept unfamiliar to the lavender eyed murderess. As fresh wounds slowly heal; Miss Zeraz can only reminisce every tragedy she's selfishly caused. From the death of Mister Mercury to the Olympian takeover. All in hopes of curbing her insatiable desires. Why isn't she pleased? Maybe because no one pays attention. Is it so hard to garner an audience? Only time will tell of course. Until than the plan must continue. "Your escorts are waiting outside" he said, lending out his hand. "Thank you" she retorted, smelling the scent of astonishment. That's hilarious. Clarice thought her step-father would be proud of his baby doll.
Iberian Empire
"We're here". Her suited limousine driver knocks on the transparent glass. Eleven hours spent resting in the comfort of protection. Clarice Michelle hadn't the tiniest worry. In recent times she had taken company with intriguing individuals. For instance, the intellectual savior of the masses called Syapt or the awe inspiring Shadow Knight. There is another figure who shall not be named. His presence alone makes her feel oh so secure. From this camouflage limousine emerges four figures previously unseen."On this evening the end begins. In order for this to happen, I need one of you three to tip off Impero. Let him believe its he who I come for" she sensually said, tying up crimson colored hair. Her clothing is oddly unorthodox. A form fitting dress as blue as the Atlantic, heels as sharp as diamond daggers, and a golden necklace holding the soul of an Olympian prince. "Am I clear?" she asked, lightly kissing them each on their smooth lips. "What I seek is a key inside the palace." she reassured her guardsmen. This key however is not an it but Lara Kelly a.k.a Lady Liberty. In due time she'd see her demise walking straight through the front door.
The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live ~ Flora Whittemore
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