~Neferet~
"This is useless," she spoke to the empty room. "Why do I have to keep pretending I care when I don't? I want power over everyone, not just a school of fledglings." Neferet sighed deeply, pacing the length of the massive window in her grand bedroom. She thought it was all pointless. She wasn't just a High Priestess, she was something more, something she wasn't when she praised Nyx. Neferet was powerful.
Give it time, my heartless one. What I have promised still stands. As long as you keep your end. His words weren't spoken cruelly or loudly, but they carried such force, such power with them, that it sent a chill down Neferet's spine and had her changing her tone.
"My love, I will always serve you, with all of my heart and my being. I will keep my end of things here while you are still earthed." She felt a soft wind caress her arms and face. Even though he wasn't there, she felt a caress in a more private place and couldn't help but give a little moan.
Good good. You will always do what I say. Anger replaced some of her pleasure.
"I will not be ruled by anyone. I will serve you as my equal, my lover. But not my ruler--never my ruler." And just as it came, his caress was gone, as was the tenderness of his voice.
You will always do what I say or I will take away everything I've given you, he roared at her. Neferet fell silent, but only for a moment. She didn't dare anger an immortal, especially one who was granting her with powers like he was.
"I'm sorry, my dark one, I didn't mean to anger you." Neferet's voice was quiet but pleading as she looked out over her House of Night. "When you arise, all of this will be yours. They will do your bidding without question. And when I rule the world--"
We, his voice was calm and collected again. When we rule the world.
With a nod, Neferet continued. "When we rule the world, everyone will be at our command. And that damned Zoey Redbird will be none of our concern because she will be nothing but a pale, dead corpse. If I allow that." Neferet was lost in her own imagination, dreaming of what Zoey Redbird's last words to her would be. Maybe she would beg for her life, or would she pledge her life to Neferet as long as she didn't kill her. Either way, Zoey Redbird and her friends--all of them--wouldn't be a problem.
