- Messages
- 180
“They say she’s the “chosen one.” You buy that?”
“I don’t know what that even means darling.”
“Like she’s the one most powerful among the sisters. Destined to arise through the ranks and succeed Gilgamesh.”
“I heard it’s all just an excuse to have a favorite.”
“Yeah Jexa’s a killing machine. If anyone is actually the chosen one it’s her.”
“Or Mrs.Vollmund. Victoria said she once saw her enter a room full of mercenaries and when she left there was nothing but swords and helmets.” There was a muttered agreement. The information broker was rarely seen but when she was it was usually worth mentioning to the others.
“I heard this Charity girl just drinks and gambles. My sister saw her a few days ago with one of the sirens girls. Honey?”
“Yeah that’s the one.”
“What do you think Calypso?”
All heads turned to a gorgeous woman sitting in the back of the dressing room. Her golden brown skin accented with delicate jewelry. “She’s nothing. I think we’ve been following the wrong people for too long Sooner or later..”
“Yes?” The room fell silent. Faust entered the room slowly looking all of the girls up and down slowly. One could almost feel her sniffing the room for fear or guilt.
“N..nothing.” Calypso said her eyes finding the floor along with the rest of the room. “Good.” Faust said with a slight growl.
The woman was dressed in her usual innkeepers attire. Her form flickering for a moment as she made her power felt.
“My house and those under my employ will not speak of disloyalty. I will not tolerate those who would betray our sisterhood.” She growled once more before leaving her “inn.”
It was a colder night than most but it didn’t bother the demon hybrid. She was getting sick of this.
This “chosen one.” Talk was driving a divider right between her and her sisters one at a time.
Heticate and Faust were the eldest and the most devout. But that meant they were being leaned on by the other sisters to figure things out while in meetings and council sessions the two slowly forming sides simply sat across from eachother sharpening blades.
She walked the streets as most people gave her a wide berth and those that didn’t greeted her warmly. She was brief with these greetings. Normally the social butterfly some found it odd. But she was on a mission.
Faustian was going to end this before it got worse. Her eyes found the window to Charity’s room at the brass bee.
She was there.
Faust could smell her.
She slipped to the windows ledge and tapped lightly. A wickedly sharp claw extending from her finger and making a light “click, click.”
Against the glass.
“I don’t know what that even means darling.”
“Like she’s the one most powerful among the sisters. Destined to arise through the ranks and succeed Gilgamesh.”
“I heard it’s all just an excuse to have a favorite.”
“Yeah Jexa’s a killing machine. If anyone is actually the chosen one it’s her.”
“Or Mrs.Vollmund. Victoria said she once saw her enter a room full of mercenaries and when she left there was nothing but swords and helmets.” There was a muttered agreement. The information broker was rarely seen but when she was it was usually worth mentioning to the others.
“I heard this Charity girl just drinks and gambles. My sister saw her a few days ago with one of the sirens girls. Honey?”
“Yeah that’s the one.”
“What do you think Calypso?”
All heads turned to a gorgeous woman sitting in the back of the dressing room. Her golden brown skin accented with delicate jewelry. “She’s nothing. I think we’ve been following the wrong people for too long Sooner or later..”
“Yes?” The room fell silent. Faust entered the room slowly looking all of the girls up and down slowly. One could almost feel her sniffing the room for fear or guilt.
“N..nothing.” Calypso said her eyes finding the floor along with the rest of the room. “Good.” Faust said with a slight growl.
The woman was dressed in her usual innkeepers attire. Her form flickering for a moment as she made her power felt.
“My house and those under my employ will not speak of disloyalty. I will not tolerate those who would betray our sisterhood.” She growled once more before leaving her “inn.”
It was a colder night than most but it didn’t bother the demon hybrid. She was getting sick of this.
This “chosen one.” Talk was driving a divider right between her and her sisters one at a time.
Heticate and Faust were the eldest and the most devout. But that meant they were being leaned on by the other sisters to figure things out while in meetings and council sessions the two slowly forming sides simply sat across from eachother sharpening blades.
She walked the streets as most people gave her a wide berth and those that didn’t greeted her warmly. She was brief with these greetings. Normally the social butterfly some found it odd. But she was on a mission.
Faustian was going to end this before it got worse. Her eyes found the window to Charity’s room at the brass bee.
She was there.
Faust could smell her.
She slipped to the windows ledge and tapped lightly. A wickedly sharp claw extending from her finger and making a light “click, click.”
Against the glass.