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 Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:57 pm
Nealite took in a deep breath as she attempted to collect herself. She was hunched over on the top of the Hillworth building, having just teleported herself out of the bedroom and into the night air. Teleporting was slowly growing easier and easier for her, the more often she did it. Her energy continued to take a hefty blow, but her stamina was slowly building up with each teleport, slowly but surely growing less tiring with every try (thank God).
Closing her eyes, she stood up and attempted to brush her hair back. Khalid was out, no doubt either working late or doing God knows what as the General-King. The apartment was lonely and she was restless. It had been too long since she'd last patrolled. Too long since she'd breathed in the night air, taken Destiny City for her own as she walked among the shadows. That pairs rule was bullshit. Fine for the lieutenants, but she was Nealite. She'd held her own for this long, and as long as she didn't brag about the fact she was a vessel for the Queen of the Negaverse's soul... well, nothing really had changed that much, right? She could teleport out if that little p***k of a Cavalier showed up, but she had a feeling not even Kunzite would dare approach her, after their previous introduction.
Purple heels clicked over the shingles of the roof as she made her way from one side to the other. Now that she was finally free, finally released from being cooped up like a caged tiger, the night was hers.
And she was going to enjoy every ******** moment of it.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 7:58 pm
Some of them didn't have idle time to waste by sighing and pouting about a sudden lack of freedom. It was to be expected after seducing the Big Boss, and it was still Obsidian's suspicion that the only reason Nealite had buttoned up for her new role as Captain was because her skills as a whore had finally paid off. Now she was Queen of the ******** Negaverse. She was getting married.
He may have been a little resentful that he was apparently so easily dumped so she could flounce to the next man who was in charge. Pretty typical for someone who couldn't even carry their own weight!
Obsidian was prowling across the school rooftops with an almost murderous expression, his gaze fixed on the streets below as he scanned for some sap he could snatch up and strangle for a while. But fate was cruel tonight, and the sight of Nealite strutting about as though she owned the place was enough to make his lips curl back somewhat in a sneer.
"Her Highness? Out on her own? Careful, Queen Ursula, we all know you're absolutely ******** if Castor comes a-knockin'..." The man offered, straightening and drawing back his shoulders with clear menace. He'd never take her down, not even with his fingers twitching like this...
But damn if he wasn't tempted.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:00 pm
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she heard the familiar voice, a small chill running down her spine.
But wait...
Her head turned, waves of orange hair flying with the movement. Eyes stared in confusion as she recognized Lieutenant Obsidian standing there, glowering in her direction. What the <********?" she tossed back cautiously, his words taking a few moments to register in her mind. This wasn't... this wasn't his usual teasing self. Something else was up, this was the cruel side of Obsidian that was usually reserved for Hematite or the little skirted senshi he'd have his amusement playing with. Not Nea, though, not unless...hm.
"What the ******** crawled up your a** and died?" A haughty air surrounded her words as her gloved hand fell and rested on her hip, "Are you following me or something? I'm not going back to the ******** apartment, if that's what you're expecting me to do. You can stop that s**t right now, if that's what you're here for."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:02 pm
"Your faithful servant." Came the mocking reply before the man swept low into a bow, head lowered as though to simply emphasize his submission. If she thought he was serious, well, she clearly didn't know much about Obsidian.
Her words really did have his teeth bared without pretense of a sneer, now, and the lieutenant took a step forward before he forced himself to shift back, restraining himself. "You couldn't be bothered to find out, I know." It was more of a grin now, but hard and strained. "Oh? You ******** him, and this is suddenly your school?" God forbid he accidentally tread where she did--it was apparently treason to stalk the Queen!
"I couldn't give a damn if you went off and got yourself killed, Nealite." The man whispered now, eyes wide as though innocent even as he tilted his head. "And, you know, if I didn't have standards..." He let that statement trail off without another word, eyes boring into hers.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:03 pm
Okay, something was wrong.
Something was majorly wrong.
Her eyes narrowed and, out of habit, her mirror was summoned into her hand. She was feeling threatened, she was feeling... uneasy? With Obsidian, of all people?
No, this was Obby. This was her Drew... this was the man she'd known long before her arrival into Destiny City, long before she'd been aware of the Negaverse. Sure, their relationship had hit rocky points throughout their careers but he was still her Obby darling.... right?
Her attitude dropped quickly from irritated to wary, her eyes searching him, watching him, refusing to leave him. His mockery of her title did not go unnoticed, but she'd assumed he would take it poorly, just as he had her Captain promotion. But this far? No.. this was out of hand, this was getting way out of hand.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
She did her best to keep her voice steady, though her eyes betrayed her worry, her fear of what had come over the redheaded Lieutenant. "Don't get your panties in a twist, Obby, you know it was over between us a long time ago. I'm getting married. I live here now. ********, I'd have to even if I didn't want to."
One step backwards, and then another, the shingles making soft clicks as her heels stepped over them.
"I have to... to remain protected."
For the first time since this whole goddamn Queen business happened, Nealite did indeed wished she'd felt protected.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:04 pm
"You shut me out, Nealite." He reminded her, almost gently admonishing while his grin tugged a little wider at his face. "You shut the door in my face, not the other way around; if that's how you want to run this little rat race, well, then it looks like you've won! You run back to Charonite, to Hematite, and you ******** remember what it means to cross me."
The way she backed up triggered something in him, shoulders rippling even as he took lazy, but pointed steps that swallowed up the ones that built up her hesitant retreat. It felt good, seeing that expression of unease settled on her haughty face, the way it gripped at her eyes even as he sought to hold them still.
"But you don't want to stay protected!" The man insisted, his voice high-pitched, mocking. "You're a big girl, you're the Queen... and just as ******** useless as ever. So yes, you're right, you do have to stay protected... because even the General King knows you can't even defend yourself if something were to happen."
He was circling now, shoulders tensing like the flanks of a snarling dog. "So you wanna know what's crawled up my a** and died? It'll probably be you when you're desperately searching for somewhere to hide when the senshi come..." Obsidian stopped then, his eyes hard even before he turned his back on her, dismissing her as he strode to the edge of the roof and continued to survey for potential victims. His mind felt hot, throbbing and pounding with violent thoughts, but he suppressed them.
"Get the hell out of here, Ursula."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:07 pm
"Jesus Christ, Obby, you're acting like a jealous girlfriend."
Alright, probably not the best choice of words to have used (all things considered) but Nea hadn't been given much time to think, much time to process all that was going on, all that he was saying. He was hurt, he was infuriated, and a scorned Obsidian was high ranking on her list of DO NOT WANT.
Her hand clenched tighter around her mirror, her eyes continuing to follow him as each word hit her like an arrow. This was Drew saying these things, this was Drew, the man she'd known for years. The cohort that would patch her up, that she would patch up. The guy that would trade battle stories with her, the guy who would comfort her after a major ******** up, just as she would for him. This was Drew, and he was calling her worthless, reminding her of just how useless she was to the team, how dependent she was. He knew she feared this, he knew she was terrified of being all of these things... and he was throwing it back into her face.
He strolled off and she turned to watch him. Obsidian was... really willing to let her die? Had she ******** up with him that terribly?
"Drew...."
His words continued to ring in her ears, echoing. Reminding her of what a failure she was, that even with the title of Queen, she still couldn't handle and defeat a senshi as easily as someone like he could.
Her face hardened as an all-too familiar calmness began to take over. A calmness she was beginning to grow far too used to feeling when times were stressful, when situations were spiraling out of her control. No. She wasn't useless. She had power. She had control.
She was Queen Beryl.
"No, Drew. I'm not going ******** anywhere, so you best get used to it and get over this goddamn hissy fit of yours and get over it fast."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:08 pm
She'd get the pleasure of seeing his head snap around at that, got to see his eyes burn with barely contained fury at the insinuation. He was pissed; there was no laughter now, not even an insult he could toss at her to rip her down.
No, if he responded to that little quip, he couldn't promise that he wouldn't try to do something stupid, and get himself killed for it.
Rolling his shoulders stiffly, the man forced himself to turn away and ignore her even as she stood there. Let her waste her breath; he narrowed his eyes to slits as though to better keep himself blind to her presence, ignoring the strands of orange that still teased his sight from the very corners.
Her demeanor had changed somehow--but Obsidian was walking away without even glancing back. Yap yap yap, let her talk. She wanted her freedom, didn't she? Amazing how fickle women were; tell them one thing, and they change their minds in a heartbeat just to be defiant.
She would never be his Queen.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:22 pm
She watched him walk off, not even bothering to turn around and look at her. His walk, his stance, his whole attitude expressed his anger, his rage. This was the chaotic Obsidian she feared, this was the crazy b*****d that had no issue taking out his fury on any human being, be it man, woman, child.
No. The Obsidian she once feared.
Her eyes bore into the back of his head. There was someone beneath that skin though, there was an Andrew Collins lurking within this unstable monster. Drew had never been completely normal, but joining the Negaverse had only fueled this rage, this insanity that had only surfaced on occasion while he was a fellow student.
This was Obsidian, but Drew was there. A weak point. A weak point that still had an Achilles Heel named Ursula Johnson.
Memories resurfaced in her mind. An angry young man demanding to know where she'd been, why she hadn't called when he'd been up half the night waiting for her, fearing the worst when she'd merely blown him off for movie night with the girls. A protective redhead, even long before having achieved "boyfriend" status, who made it a point to ensure the bullies and the perverts kept their distance from the popular and beautiful Ursula. The sweetheart who had been there, who'd held on to her while she cried, who would stroke her hair and insist on taking her out, even just to the deserted park, just to get her away from her father during his fits.
No, this may be Obsidian standing before her, but this was also Drew. Every man had their weakness, and she just happened to know his. She just happened to be one of his. And Obsidian was powerful. Obsidian had potential. Losing his support would be detrimental, especially considering the lack of talent their ranks currently held. No, Obsidian was still needed... for now. Which meant Drew would need some convincing. He was weak. Men were weak.
This wouldn't be hard to do at all.
Taking another deep breath, Nealite powered down into Ursula Johnson. The same Ursula Johnson who Drew had followed to Destiny City from the start. The same Ursula Johnson who still held part of his heart, whether he wanted her to or not.
Her bare feet gently shifted atop the rough shingles of the building. She was in nothing more than a nightgown now, the cold winter air already freezing her unprotected skin. But she didn't feel it. The only thing she did feel was the calm within her. The determination to keep her ranks in order. She was the Queen. She would keep her men in line, and do so by whatever means necessary.
"Alright then. You want me to go, Drew?"
Her voice was not her own. The sound was Ursula's, but it was... off. Strangely off, considering how she'd acted only moments earlier.
"I'll go."
And with that, she ran forward, racing past the stubborn young man who continued to stand there silently. She spread her arms out and leaped off the ledge of the building, sailing midair for a split second before beginning her quick descent towards the ground.
Unbeknownst to him, however, she was grinning the entire time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:27 pm
Grand, about time, finally. Those thoughts each flickered through his mind at her defiant, surly statement. He still didn't bother to turn around, carefully evaluating the school grounds below in a feeble attempt to stifle the roar of blood pounding in his ears.
Still. Something about her tone jarred his instincts, told him to be careful. She'd switched tunes too quickly, and that was always a reason for caution.
Another sound caught his attention, strikingly out of place with the situation; bare feet thumping against the roof instead of sharp, clacking heels. There was almost no time to decide what this meant before Ursula, not Nealite, rushed past, leapt, and plummeted as gracefully as a stone.
For one long, terrible moment, he debated just watching her fall. It'd serve her right, it'd quite possibly end every bit of resentment he was harboring for the girl, and he might not even feel that bad.
That was before he realized that his feet, too, had left safe and solid ground, one arm stretching out so his fingers could snatch at her shoulder, gripping with bruising strength even as he simultaneously hauled himself to her. An ominous sort of silence stretched through his mind even as his arms wrapped around the stupid, senseless woman, threatening to crush her even as he landed hard and virtually untouched on the ground below, his breath hot and trembling against the back of her neck.
Obsidian spun Ursula around and shook her like a rag doll, his eyes wild and his mouth twisted in a furious expression. "You hold NO ******** POWER OVER ME, do you ******** UNDERSTAND THAT? You are dead to me, Ursula." What had started off as a hoarse shout that had echoed across the silent campus unexpectedly cut off to a calm and flat statement, his grip slackening on her if not quite letting her go, holding her up in case she hadn't yet regained the use of her feet.
He didn't know what to think, shame and resentment and hatred all boiling up at once as he realized how easily she'd manipulated him, played on his emotions. Never again would he fall for her game, never ******** again.
He'd let her fall and break her goddamn next last time--wouldn't even stick around to watch, in fact.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:31 pm
In an instant, she was Nealite once more, her slim form now protected against the chill of the evening as bare feet no longer touched the wet slush covering the ground.
Her smile disappeared, hidden beneath her own mask of feigned distress.
His grip had been painful, tight, relentless, and she exhaled as he released the pressure that had been holding her to him. It was a sign that he hadn't wanted her to die. He hadn't wanted her to fall. He was hurt, he was furious, but he was still Drew. His words were harsh, but his actions revealed the internal conflict - he wanted to hate her, but he still couldn't bring himself to abandon her.
Which is just how she had expected him to react.
"Thank you."
The words were soft, barely there in comparison to his outburst. But they were there, and her hands drew up and circled around him, her shorter body pressing against his as she clutched to him, hugging him tightly. He was shaking, she was still. Firm. Calm. Abnormally calm, even, despite having just thrown herself off a building.
Pulling back, her hands moved to touch his face. Cold fingers brushed red tousled hair away from blocking his vision and she stared into angry, betrayed green eyes. The same green eyes that had adored her for years, looked on her with lust, trust, familiarity. But the fiery eyes that stared back at him no longer belonged to Nealite. They no longer belonged to Ursula Johnson.
They belonged to Queen Beryl.
"You're right," she started slowly, her head nodding, hands busied with their brushing. Her voice was far too calm, her fingers far too chilly. "That Ursula is dead to you. But everyone is entitled to second chances. You were given a second opportunity at life as Obsidian, were you not?"
Eyes looked up at him, stared into his face as if she were reading his mind. For all Obsidian knew, this beautiful stranger was reading his mind. The aura surrounding her was stifling. Every Negaverse officer radiated energy, but all paled in comparison to the dark Queen's presence. It was nearly suffocating.
"There are more powerful forces at work here than when you started, Lieutenant. Captain Kunzite has betrayed us, he has killed Nova. He tried to kill both myself and the General-King. They have powerful forces, but those forces are not unstoppable. We, however, could have that unstoppable force. We could be that unstoppable force."
Eyes gleaming, fingers let go of his hair as she stepped back and out of his hold, her eyes never leaving his. "You were wronged in the past, Andrew. But things are different now. Charonite may be my betrothed, but I am the ruler now. He is nothing more than a General-King and there is nothing to say that General-King Obsidian cannot be just as powerful as Charonite himself. A loyal General under a Queen who can give him the title he deserves. The power to conquer anything that dares to cross the path of the Negaverse."
Studying his face, she remained still where she stood. Eerily still, almost statue-like. "You are needed, Obsidian. Ursula needs you. Your Queen demands your obedience. You have been loyal in the past, and I expect no different now."
A small smile crept up, the ends of her mouth rising slowly. He was still furious, and he would probably continue to be furious. She didn't mind. He'd proven, tonight, that Nealite still held power over him. And she was going to take that power and twist it, contort it to fit her own needs, work with her own desires until her own power was strong enough that she no longer needed him. Obsidian was a dog. A vicious wild, bloodthirsty dog. And she was going to train him to follow her command.
Icy fingers wrapped around one of his wrists, and she pulled his hand close to her. She was grinning. It was an unnerving grin.
"Tell me, Obsidian. Do you desire power?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:34 pm
Suddenly, she was pressed against him, and both his body and heart ached with the onslaught of memories that threatened to consume him until he was little more than a shell. He held her despite himself, clutched her like a drowning man and buried his nose within her hair, inhaled her scent and let himself be lost for a moment.
But she wasn't trembling. Not even a small, tiny twitch. She'd played him, and his nails dug into her back like he wanted to rip her very spine out, pluck each, slender rib before snapping them in two.
Her small, cool fingers pushed his hair out of the way, and the urge to snap at them like some rabid dog was almost unbearable. He didn't want her to touch him, not on these terms, and though he held her gaze with a reluctance that practically simmered.
Then something changed.
Alarm bells shrieked warnings in his head even Nealite seemed to transform before him, and somehow...
...somehow, he understood that this was different than her powering up, like suddenly it was a whole new person standing before him.
Every nerve was stretched tight when she announced that the old Ursula was dead, and his arms had dropped from their position around her waist even as he tried to step back. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and he knew it, from the long, silken strands of fire that spilled from her skull to the dress that practically clung to her body.
Her little game had suddenly taken on a more dangerous face.
Captain Kunzite. The Cavalier? Had to be; she so easily informed him of Nova's death, and his eyes narrowed until they were mere, gleaming slits. It almost felt like someone had socked him in the gut, and whether that was from the shock that one of their numbers had died... or the shock that Nova had died, he didn't know.
So this Cavalier had nearly taken out Charonite, and Beryl... Nealite? As well.
Morbidly, this intrigued him.
He was listening to her, distracted by his own thoughts and surprising feelings that were churning from the information he'd been freely offered. She was a seductress, a black widow, luring him in with venom-laced promises while he stupidly allowed himself to become more and more tangled in her verbal web.
General-King. Power. Unstoppable.
She stepped away, and he let her, watching her with a hollow, sunken sort of gaze that begged to be told more. Unknowingly to him, he was very much like a starving cur, and no matter how many times he'd been kicked, as soon as a hand was there offering him food, he'd fall right back into the same rhythm.
The Queen needed him. Ursula needed him.
And he didn't care.
But this strength she spoke of, the strength that loyalty alone could buy... that was something that had his senses quivering, and he only stared mutely as she seemed to grin with too many teeth, tugging his hand to her.
"More than anything." He would answer her, but his voice felt far away and strangely distant to himself.
It was trembling, and he couldn't help the disgust that welled up inside him, the self-loathing. Was it eagerness? Or fear?
"You are my Queen." The man spoke again in steadier tones, still queerly flat. "Anything you ask of me, I'll do it."
And that was a jab for Ursula to hear, if she was listening; Obsidian had nothing more to say to her, to someone he still saw as a weak and mewling child. Were Beryl and she one and the same? He didn't know.
But he would never respect her unless it was this face she wore. That, he decided, was something he could wholeheartedly agree on.
He could do nothing without power, and he was watching her hungrily once more, an intensity gripping his face that had smothered all pretenses of nonchalance and humor.
She could vanish, take away her promise and a sense of urgency was building in his throat, forcing him to speak.
"I'll do anything for it."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:38 pm
"I expect nothing less."
Eyes still trained on him, her other hand moved to take hold of the other side of his. Holding tightly, she gave no warning as the dark energy began to surge from her into him.
The pain was immediate. It was like fire in his blood stream, burning him alive from the inside as he stood outside in the winter cold. It was excruciating, more powerful and agonizing than any wound ever inflicted on him before. He felt as though he were dying - had the Queen betrayed him? Was the offer of power no more than a trap, a scheme intent on getting rid of him?
Pure energy from the Queen herself was coursing through him, further corrupting his star seed, slowly destroying part of the humanity left within him. He felt his chest begin to throb, a jolt going through his seed as the energy refined it, empowered it.
He wasn't sure when, but at some point the power was too overwhelming, too strong, and he fell to his knees, soon collapsing to the ground. He couldn't feel the fall, he couldn't feel anything but the energy being forced into him, the energy that left him struggling to breathe, struggling to keep his heart pounding in his chest.
And just as quickly as it had begun, the flow of power ceased.
When the lingering pain started to subside, he slowly began to regain feeling in his limbs. The cold hands still gripping to his, the freezing snow clinging to his fallen form. His body felt heavier... he had a new outfit? And Shitcakes, Shitcakes now weighed at least twice as heavy as before - it had changed as well.
"Congratulations, Captain Obsidian."
Her hands let go, allowing his to fall onto the ground alongside the rest of his body.
She smirked.
"May you never fail me, for your own sake."
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:38 pm
It'd been more than a year since he'd been corrupted, plenty of his time for his body to forget just what it felt like to burn itself out, to lose bits and pieces of himself so that the power of the Negaverse could fill the void.
To his credit, only a guttural hiss slipped past his clenched teeth when the bolts of fire ripped through his veins, and he fought its hold silently, his body jerking as though gripped in a seizure. His grip on her hand was practically crushing, but he was unaware of it, unaware of anything but the way his insides were boiling. He swore flames were licking their way up his throat, that his eyes and nose and lips were beginning to smoke and char from the sheer intensity of the power flooding through him.
It was too much, he couldn't take it. Unknown to him, he'd fallen, and the fingers of his free hand were scrabbling through the snow, through the ice, trying to rip through the pavement itself like an animal trying to dig out of an iron cage.
You little b*****d! I'll teach you to steal from me, I'll making ******** regret <********> His body jerked silently from each phantom blow, felt his brother's hands against his throat, squeezing so tight that it burned and he couldn't breathe--
--and then it was over. Slowly, he became aware of the frozen wet pressing against his somehow heavier body, could feel the blade weighing down against his back. Beryl's words reached him slowly, and his hand tumbled to collapse alongside the rest of his body. His tongue felt numb, frozen to the roof of his mouth and depriving him of basic human speech.
Never, ever, ever again. Anyone who humiliated him like that again, who beat him like that again... He'd kill them. He would never, ever be that weak ever again.
He didn't need to speak. Right now, he was struggling just to breathe. Then, wordlessly, he got to his hands and knees, pushed himself unsteadily upright and rolled his shoulders as though to shake off the ordeal. The weight hung off him and Obsidian realized how tired he was. He'd have to start getting used to this new attire immediately.
Green eyes flickered to Beryl's face, held her gaze for a heartbeat, then lowered. For his own sake.
"No." He only agreed, too drained for much else. No, he wouldn't fail.
One day, he'd find a way to be even stronger than she. Queen of the Negaverse or not, forever remaining the loyal hound was nowhere in sight on his agenda.
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Posted: Tue Jan 26, 2010 8:42 pm
Little did Obsidian realize, but his agenda was no longer his own to control. He was her puppet. They were all her puppets, dangling on invisible strings for her to play with as she chose to. It would only take a heartbeat, a single finger flick, and she could destroy them. Her toys. Her playthings. They meant nothing to her.
Beryl was the Negaverse. And she wasn't about to raise a new generation of traitors. One set of turncoats was enough, one death was enough, and she had learned from such errors. Serenity was gone and she was growing stronger. It would not be long before this body became her own and only a matter of time before she would return to her former glory in its entirety. There was no room for mistakes this time, no more Kunzites, no more brainwashed Endymions. They were either with her, or they would die.
Eyes met with his for that brief moment, the smile having never left her lips. Obsidian knew that before him stood a woman who could kill him in a moment with less effort than it took to breathe. And she was smiling - what was that to mean?
"No," she echoed firmly, "You shall not."
Without her, he was nothing. And she would not let him forget it.
"Charonite will explain what you are capable of doing now. Listen to him, he is still your superior. I have no time for foolishness among my ranks. You will use your new powers with respect, or you will die swifter than any General-King has before you."
She stepped forward, the hem of her long gown dragging along the snow. One hand outstretched itself, and the tips of her fingers pressed against his temple. Pushing down against his skin, she forced a thought into his mind. A thought that would dwell in his subconscious, a constant reminder he would be forced to contend with as long as she existed.
You are mine.
Her hand rested against his cheek. Had it been any other woman, had it even been Ursula, it might have been mistaken for a sensual touch. A comfort. From Beryl, however, it was nothing less than an icy chill sent directly down his spine. There was nothing loving about the ancient sorceress. She was the embodiment of darkness. She was the Queen of the Negaverse.
Fingernails grazed the side of his face as her hand moved to return to her side.
"Do not disappoint me, Captain. I'll be watching."
Her eyes were staring into him as she spoke, and they continued staring as her body slowly dissolved, evaporating into the night air. In a matter of seconds she was gone, Obsidian now left alone to his thoughts and abilities as a newly promoted Captain of the Negaverse.
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