Queen of Disaster

Zariah Be dangerous darling, for the world rises and falls at your feet. Zariah smirked, watching the girl's thoughts play out on her expression. Pain, confusion, realization - not that the last part mattered because every time she was around the Merciless, the pain would return with each act of defiance. She was trapped, and Zariah doubted one so young would find the will to defy her for long. No, she would do nicely, slowly molded into the perfect little follower she and Neron needed - loyal to the Launceleyn Family, amongst the commonfolk of Halo, spreading good tidings of their rulers. Really, this walk had become quite productive. She ought to do so more often. "Of course, my dear. Run along now and pack your things. Halo will be waiting for you." she said in a velvety sweet tone. But she would not stay long, brushing past the girl and continuing on her way.