Obsession

Chapter 7

Seven

“ D earest brother, what is the meaning behind your interruptions during my play time with my pet?” Bastian snarled.

“It is my place to do with her as I please, most indubitably during her misguided acts of rebellion!”

Grayson casually strode in to join the discord bringing the tension to a palpable fervor. “I merely feel as we welcomed her as a guest, dear brother, that it is in the greatest interest to remain hospitable hosts. Are we not trying to win the favor of the feminine in our cause as we seek to fulfill the prophecy?” Callum replied.

“Prophecy be damned, you swooning twat! The millennia have long since passed where we remain concerned with the mad writings of intoxicated fools!” Bastian slammed his fist down roaring in outrage.

“Brothers please, prophecy aside, this beautiful creature is a strong candidate for any number of opportunities to further our interests.” Grayson butt in. “She possessed all the characteristics of the perfect specimen for breeding and feeding at worst, and Callum should be commended for his decision to bring her to us.” Bastian glared daggers at both brothers, but pulled back to hear out Grayson's wisdom. “Go on, Grayson, what should be done with the girl?”

Grayson laid out the book of the prophecy of the Queen Mother, and left it for later discussion, proceeding to trace out his plans for their current affairs on the table map. He considered the situation of the growing enemy to the west and the limits of expansion to the east by topographical borders and the explosion of the human population. “We must form alliances for war, should it come to it, but interaction with humans requires a low profile and cautious consideration. Only the most loathsome of the creatures will join in our cause, and the rest by nature will seek our destruction through their fear. The Queen Mother is a long outdated option, as we are all aware, however it does promise the victory of the Trinity.”

Bastian hated the prospect of any woman holding power greater than his own. The man had toppled nations for centuries and led armies the likes of which boggled the mind to see assembled on the blood soaked battlefields. To think they had been reduced to relying on the story of some feeble piddly little tart to come in and conquer the swarming foes that surrounded them, made him nauseous. He hadn't felt so worthless since the days his decision sealed him to his fate. His lust for life turned to ashes as he waited for a death that would never come. After so long now, he was accustomed to the power that bought him, and suddenly he felt death's icy grip closing in on him. “It will not have us brothers. We have earned this immorality, bled for it. Prophecy or practice, find a solution! We will live on.” The brothers all nodded to each other and set about carrying out his orders.