Bellora, I thought I smelled the musty odor of bitchy skank floating my way.
I forgot you take annoyingly after your mother. No tact and subpar insults. Why do I bother engaging with such a child?
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Bellora, I thought I smelled the musty odor of bitchy skank floating my way.
I forgot you take annoyingly after your mother. No tact and subpar insults. Why do I bother engaging with such a child?
It tastes sweeter leaving them at your mercy. There is a young witch who traveled with Constance as her apprentice, Marina Hartley, who possesses this ability as a volume button of sorts. She can amplify powers as well as diminish them completely for a time. Now, consider that on a larger scale, Bellora. Every species here relying on their special talents no longer able to use them. No longer capable of going toe-to-toe with a goddess. She's young, however, there is potential.
Oh, now that... works on so many levels, Ainsley. Not only a powerful witch, no matter how green, but Constance's apprentice as well? It's poetic, and you have truly outdone yourself. It could serve in flushing out the annoyances that are Constance and Corson, so I can finally end this charade.
People usually do Pilates or shop when they're bored, not acting obviously suspicious for whatever reason.
You really are young, Marina. I've been looking for you.
My darling love, my attention would not waver if you did not contribute to my timeline business and sweep me away from our time together. You cannot trust Henrik, Bellora.
Me? Contribute to the timelines' disarray? I don't remember ever doing such a thing, unlike yourself. Who said anything about trust, darling?
Ah, but imagine your godly aura flowing through an extraordinary child's veins. Those who cannot meet my expectations die.
What an offer you bring to the table, lovely goddess of my dreams. I have made my mark on this realm, spreading my seed where I could and allowing my army flourish. I have stolen, conquered, and bested those foolish enough to believe their powers outflanked mine. This city is no different. You propose an allyship of sorts, how can one refuse? Now, my dear, is it just you and I alone? I care knowing who I'm working with.
I am sure that such a thing would be like catnip to you, mon chéri. One that would sound more appealing were I in my own body once again. Those children of yours set to die knew the risks of your disappointment; they're the only true ones responsible for their demise.
As much as I would like to agree that this city is no different, there is an... unfortunate hodgepodge of catalysts that could spell your disaster if not accounted for immediately, which I will gladly assist you with. I have a few witches on my side who I will introduce you to formally, powerful ones that can be useful, including a new one that I aim to add to my ranks, who can influence power levels. All I ask is that you take this body I'm inhabiting and dispose of it. Preferably as painfully as possible.
You saw what he did to the King, you know as well as I he has the capability. I have bore witness from afar how the gods and Princes can come together in unity against a larger threat, even Cronus will turn against you. Goddesses can still perish, Bellora, given the right weaknesses.
You are so reliant on this... strength, what would you do when it's gone? Powerless and weak just as the day you were born. We'll see how long everyone can work together when things don't go their way, when just the right amount of chaos is introduced to throw everything off kilter. If it ever gets a point where I perish, First Daughter, I will take as many people down with me as possible. No one is safe.
You must think me tedious if you've finally grown bored, my dearest Bellora.
My darling, I must occupy myself in some way when your attentions waver to take care of the timeline business. I simply cannot help myself from causing a ruckus.
Ah, right, you feed from chaotic improvisation and now plan on taking advantage of the vampires' arrival. Of course, I feel it. The question is, goddess, how unprepared would you like the city to be when you strike? I know a way.
Exactly. The city would be the easiest to take over, the more broken and unprepared, so what is this way? I'm all ears.
Is too much to ask of my children for spreading fear in the streets during my absence? Déception.
A chat, mon ami, with one as powerful and infamous as yourself? Speak and I'll listen.
That in itself is why I never bothered to have them. I knew they would never meet my expectations.
You flatter, but you will enjoy this, I promise. I know what runs through your pretty head, seeing such a city ripe for the taking. Tainted by hands that aren't yours, which you can easily rectify, which I can make happen. All I request is that you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
Your decision is most unwise, Jade. Or shall I say, Bellora?
Why, because your hubby demon pie will cut my head off? The gods are in shambles, and the Princes are strong in their own right, but their level is subpar compared to mine. Don't make me start on the First family. So, how is it unwise?
I cannot help if I do not know what plan has entered that mind for you.
There never really is a plan, Ainsley. Only chaos, and right now that chaos is in the form of vampires. You feel it, don't you? The fear, the imbalance in nature itself. It's delicious.
If you want a task done properly, you must do it yourself.
I'm assuming you wanted your family to make a bigger... splash in getting your errant son back than they did.
Let's have a chat, Henrik. Shall we?
One sibling's not speaking to me, my best friend's family is about to implode everything, we're not dealing with a dumpster fire at all.
Such a rough time for the godling.
At least I can look forward to not being bored from here on out.
It's rather inconvenient my favorite suits are a magnet for the hairs of the little beast.
Want me to make the little beast disappear? It will solve your hair problem.
If you're fancying a watch, you may as well come in.
Um... I don't fancy getting my ass kicked, but I will gladly watch you. Especially if you do more of that... arm thing.
A pessimistic realist, actually. Yes, because speaking it out loud means willing the invitation into existence. Fewer people has turned to zero, Jade, we both know it. Stupidity and betrayal pushes everyone away.
I've always been that, then, and there's no reason to change, even if I'm currently rotting from the inside out. Have you tried not being stupid, then? In all the seriousness that I possess, what are you hoping for with coming back? To make amends and then... what. Let your death wish win? That's lame if it is.