let’s make a deal

You stare at the broken mirror Shattered reflections of the past I think we may be standing in the same Shadows that have been cast She is so pitiful in a way, nothing more than a malleable lump of putty in her hands. So willing to comply, so willing to give it all away, just for one pathetic upstart Ascended. It was the sort of love that made one weak, the sort of love that reveled in the most selfish aspects of affection. It was a sort that Zariah was not capable of feeling or understanding, so ingrained in the Launceleyn teachings as she was. She knew without a doubt that Neron would never give away so much for her, nor she him, nor any Launceleyn for any they loved, if it did not align with the ultimate goal. Such a shame that so many so willingly gave away everything for a mere moment of happiness, to lose one’s future prosperity for a glimpse of bliss. ”Your words are nice, my dear, but I should like your word bound by more than that.” she said, a small, wicked smile curving her lips. ”I shall indeed release Bastien, as soon as you kneel and swear your undying fealty to me, bound by an unbreakable oath in magic.” she said, planting in her mind with magic the suggestion that such a bond was possible in this world. Let her believe for all her days that she could be tied to servitude by some curse. Already, Zariah used her life drain to pull at her energy, as if draining her will to act out as well. Illusions could be made by any magic user after all if they were creative. ”Do so now, Rexanna.” she ordered. ZARIAH