Post by freya on Oct 19, 2013 10:52:03 GMT -8
Queen Freya, dressed in full Queen mode (as seen above), paced in front of her ageless throne. Her trusted soldier had not returned from his mission in quite some time. It was unlike him to do so, even if she expected him to encounter great resistance at times. His mission this time had been simple though; find a newborn with the rarest of blood types - AB Negative - and bring it to her. Freya found herself experimenting often these days and if her calculations were correct, she could spawn a great generation of vampires and possibly even hybrids with the freshest AB Negative blood line. Her pacing only got worse as the hours in the glass passed by. Eventually she retired into her throne, where worry replaced anger. The bulky doors suddenly swung open and Freya jumped from her seat in a fit of joy. The rest of her coven gathered around like moths to a flame upon hearing their queen squeal evilly with excitement.
Queen Freya: "Damien! I was worr---"
Freya's smile vanished at seeing Damien emptied handed. He strode toward her tall and proud, his all black attire clinging to his muscular frame like white to milk. He walked with confidence but wore a sad face in doing so. With each step forward, Freya watched with growing anger. At last he knelt before her.
Damien: "My Queen, I have failed you."
Anyone else would have already met a beheading but Damien was different and had battled beside her for many years. She took a more soft tone to him, but manged to grit her teeth enough to convey her intense displeasure in him.
Freya: "What do you mean failed? Did you meet resistance?"
Damien: "Yes my Queen."
Freya: "By what means? Who thwarted you?"
The Queen commenced retreving names and faces mentally of the very few entities that could have bested Damien.
Damien: "My conscience."
An angry brow raised itself upon her queenly forehead. No more nice queen.
Freya: "WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOUR CONSCIENCE???!!!!"
Damien: "After all these years, thousands of them, have you suddenly forgotten of the child I lost right after she was born? My Queen, when I looked down at that baby tonight, all I saw was my little girl. My precious Abbigail. I could not bring her back here knowing what would happen. Give me any other mission and I will execute it, but please do not send me for something such as this."
Freya: "WELL YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE ACCEPTED THE MISSION IN THE FIRST PLACE! HOW DARE YOU DEFY ME! YOU KNOW FULL WELL THE PRICE TO BE PAID NOW!"
He looked up in shock. Damien knew she spoke of death as punishment, but surely she would not slay him after all he had done for her.
Damien: "I thought I could handle it but I couldn't. There is no excuse for my actions. All I can do is throw myself at your feet and have you remember all of the battles I fought with you and FOR you, and how I have never failed you prior to this night. My Queen, I kneel here humbled and worthless, but I beg of you.... mercy."
She tiled her head to the side and looked upon him quizzically.
Freya: "Mer... merc.... mercy? What is this word you speak of? I know it not."
Before the well versed warrior could offer a verbal or physical defense, the Queen produced her signature blade and delivered a blindingly fast power-slice to his neck. His head popped off and rolled upon the floor as his body fell over dully. A collective gasp fell across the lips of her underlings around her. Freya retrieved the head in one hand and rose it high, then made a swooping motion left to right with her sword.
Freya: "Let this be a warning. If you fail me, do not return with pathetic excuses. Lie to me if you must. Speak of worthy resistance met. Or better yet, to be assured of your continued life, do not return to me at all. Run. Hide. Yes, I will eventually find you and kill you, but at least you will live another day, another month, or another year. Now get this piece of shit off of my steps."
Her minions trampled over one another to get to the beheaded frame and quickly pulled it away from her sight so it could be burned. The Queen took the head and spiked it on the end of a decorative stick next to her throne, where it shall remain forever more as a reminder to all.
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