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VOICE
Her children appropriately satisfied and strengthened, electric sparks snap from her wrists eliminating the marks left by the fangs of her beloveds.
With a child-like laugh indicating an almost annoyed recognition of the queen, the Voice leans forward with eyes like electric marbles. "To negate it entirely? That would take decades of work. To negate it within one specific person? Perhaps in a specific instance?" Though the Voice's lips turned down in a frown, the corners of her eyes crinkled with amusement. "That is indeed possible. But do remember this: though Zariah is like a gnat, always buzzing, ever present, she is so far beneath you, my bright ones. Our purpose is so much greater than a woman who would name herself queen. I would give you the stars before I gave you the power to silence such an annoying child...but.."
She shrugs. Anything is possible with enough time.
With a child-like laugh indicating an almost annoyed recognition of the queen, the Voice leans forward with eyes like electric marbles. "To negate it entirely? That would take decades of work. To negate it within one specific person? Perhaps in a specific instance?" Though the Voice's lips turned down in a frown, the corners of her eyes crinkled with amusement. "That is indeed possible. But do remember this: though Zariah is like a gnat, always buzzing, ever present, she is so far beneath you, my bright ones. Our purpose is so much greater than a woman who would name herself queen. I would give you the stars before I gave you the power to silence such an annoying child...but.."
She shrugs. Anything is possible with enough time.
