a gift for @enfenimx note: murder, manipulate, mansplain, girlboss, you get the drill
The Choice had been a ferryman for Efigenia's most dastardly ability, a long established connect that arose from a like minded cunning for their own selfish ambitions. She'd never say she could dare trust the high elf as far as one could throw him, but there were many perks in having someone who wasn't so roused with moral conflicts over what could be right and wrong when it came to the complexes of their own ambitions. Calling the Advocate evil was a simplification of the steadfast witch she'd always been; and even if her need for elven flesh had suddenly become obsolete, there was still the Abyss which now tethered their acquaintanceship. The Abyssal elf was slippery and often was a beacon for information that was often hard to obtain, she appreciated a gossip; especially one that didn't view themselves as such and merely thrived off of the chaos alone. "Do I get insight on what's next for you?" As expected to her, he'd slipped away as the Asphodel formerly crumbled; the Abyss was their likeness but the ones who lorded over their ambitions were distinct in their own rulings; he held no distinct loyalty to the Infernal Seal.
