Her plan was working.
In every second of her presence in the bar, every moment she smelled Persephone’s minions that hid in the crowds of the room, she had conquered. Persephone may not have noticed this, a plan she had hidden from everything else. It was clear she Warlock had a pack. And it would be easy to disconnect her from them. See how strong she really is without her cunt-fucking groupies around….
The moment Selene saw those fangs, she couldn’t hide the smirk that lifted on her lips. It was beautiful, the sign of a threat, the growl of annoyance. Selene was stepping into their territory and she was getting the exact reply she wanted.
Selene leaned in as well, her own territorial threat rumbling in her chest. It was then that the Darkness latched onto the table from her palms, an acid, only meant to burn one thing. “You don’t seem to understand what I’m saying.”
The lights above them throughout the entire bar flickered…then died.
There was noise. Gasps of surprise, the occasional chair screeching–probably from Persephone’s partners–and then silence.
The back alleys of the City were like all the others that the Golden age once held. Dark, musky, smelly, it was the City’s equivalence of the swamp.
But tonight, a blight appeared not too far into one of the many long empty hallways, far from the bar, and the screeching of Taken portals bounced off the walls as the three individuals appeared through them.
Selene adjusted her dress before turning to the confused group. “Now, I know you guys were so busy with the date,” her growl grew as she spoke, a deep rumble that even shook the ground beneath them. “but it only took me a moment to realize something.” Behind them all, the lantern popped, lightbulbs shattering, leaving them in the now-darker alleyway. “You are a… hmm, how can I say this? You call yourself the Queen. You rule an empire, ordering your slobbery soldiers around to do your dirty deeds–yet the thought still hits me.”
Shadows expanded, dark creases and holes turned into black corners, the corridors behind them darkening. The Weight of Darkness surrounded them, and it only took a spark in her mind to either take it all away or make them suffer through it.
“You’re no wolf, as you claim you are. A wolf shows honour. Strength. They open their jaws…not their legs…” Selene’s armour materialized over her dress, what looked to be blessed by the Ahamkara, yet it was blessed by a whole other entity. Her high shoes morphing into her heel boots, a deeper sound that echoed with her chuckle. “You’re nothing but a mutt.”
Now, if Persephone’s Titan, even herself, decided to strike, Selene would have any of them pinned. Her knife in their throats, necks snapped in two, or even beating their skull into the wall, there was no way out of it. Either one of them would be submitted by Selene’s hands no matter how they attacked. If they attacked. It was inevitable.
She gave no worry, waiting for a response–if she was going to get any–when a tickle hit the back of her neck. A sign from the web of Darkness she had set up around them. Now, it was Selene’s turn to laugh, a deep throaty laugh that the Darkness chorused into. “It seems your Hunter has already picked up the trail.” Her hand lifted, and the ground rumbled for a moment before said Hunter was thrown out of the dark. A thin black lance erupted from the ground, impaling the Guardian against a nearby building.
His sniper dropped to the ground.
“I just wanted to talk,” Selene snarled, her own fangs appearing from behind her lips. “A forced one, yes, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Don’t threaten me, Persephone. I won’t hesitate to kill every single one here.”
☠ ♕ ➺ now she was just sort of getting annoyed. this was getting convoluted and the other, whoever she was, just wouldn’t take the hint. she wasn’t interested. she didn’t care.
there was only one of her people in the bar, and that was Caius. whatever else she was smelling, well, that was her problem and her senses gone haywire. Persephone didn’t need to travel in large packs, in a large group. it was far too much hassle organising that many people. small and efficient, that was what mattered.
she gave an annoyed groan as the lights went out and she rolled her eyes a little. it was going to be a long conversation, like talking to a brick wall. she could feel it in her bones. the relocation was unexpected, but it didn’t throw her entirely. she glanced around, a vague sense of boredom rolling off of her as Caius did the same, taking it in. oh, this bought back memories. she had run through alley ways like this, normally with something in tow; rifle, drugs, other people. now this, this was taking her back.
as she started talking, rambling really, an annoyed huff left the Warlock and she pinched the bridge of her nose, eyes shutting. she had forgotten about this bit. the vague and boring taking some strange exception to her attempt at building. this had happened last time. no wonder she had blocked it out. her eyes opened to see the Hunter.
her eyebrow raised and she looked at the other woman. “i hate to be the bearer of bad news, sweetheart, but that one-” and she gestured lazily to the other being speared on the shard of Darkness. “-is not mine. mine is not nearly that sloppy, so whoever it is, perhaps redirect your paranoia towards them, hm?” she canted her head slightly and started pacing a wide circle around the area.
“i feel though, i need to clear the air, because your information, whoever you are getting it from, it’s terrible, honestly and i would stop paying them,” her fingers brushed brick, rubbing the grit between her fingers. “i was once a Queen. and i mean to be a Queen again. at this current point in time though, i am in the empire building stage. can’t be a Queen without a kingdom, correct? so at this point, i’m maybe more of a philandering warlord, than royalty. i appreciate the compliment however,”
she paused and held up a finger. “for the record though, my soldiers don’t slobber. unless you happen to like that sort of thing,” she shrugged in acquiescence and continued on her pacing. “i have to say, for a modern woman, that is a very out dated view, you hold. why does it matter if i open my legs? what could it possibly mean to you? should i be in the kitchen instead? waiting for my husband to come home? i will use my sexuality and my body as i see fit and i will not answer to you about it, or anyone,” and she gave a small laugh.
“your romantic view on wolves is adorable, however. i never proclaimed to be a wolf, you gave that to me. but for a wolf to show honour? oh, my dear. maybe you need to spend more time with wild animals? a wolf is a beast. a predator. a survivor. there is no honour, no beauty, no glory in surviving. it is just living, or dying. it’s that simple,” she stopped again and peered at familiar, sparkling goo, having nearly come full circle to look the other woman in the face.
“if you wanted a conversation, my dear, than why not simply speak with me? i’m not an unreasonable woman. i wouldn’t have turned you away. but i do not take being hunted and stalked lying down. if you had used your words, rather than your party tricks, we could still be sitting in the bar, having drinks and doing this properly. so, what is it you want? what is it you wanted to speak about? use you words. speak to me, i’m listening,”
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