02-14-2021, 06:50 PM
In Rowan’s confidence, Valeriya snorted aloud. “The Khylsty recognize only the Great One, Father Rasputin, and all who are not he fall short of his greatness. That is why this spiritual leader is so small in the presence of our Beloved. None can compare to Armande,” Vale said with absolute certainty.
She went on. “He is not awakened as we are. Do not be surprised that he does not meet our standards.” As she said as much, Vale caressed the side of Rowan’s face near the wound that was once her eye. In their passions, Rowan beheld the scarring that decorated Valeriya’s back. They reveled in their metal Awakenings. The surface dwellers might be ashamed of such things, but Valeriya saw only strength and ascension. “Don’t you understand sister? It is us who are the great spiritual leaders.” She pecked the pale cheek that gave her so much pleasure reassuringly.
As they walked, their Beloved and this Pope conversed with an intensity that Vale rarely witnessed from Armande. Everything that he did and said was powerful, as there was no need because his mere presence alone conveyed authority. Rarely did he have need to exert himself so. It meant that this Pope was foolishly trying to resist. He would learn, in time. They all did. Everyone would awaken or they would die. This was the way.
Never the less, Valeriya tipped her head slightly, considering the regal garments that she and Rowan discussed confiscating. Should they acquire them, it would leave this Pope positively stripped bare. Not that Valeriya would mind seeing as much. His skin was pale as a corpse. His face as gentle as a newborn flower. He would be a beautiful trophy undressed.
“I like him,” she finally declared. “He has a wildness that makes me desire hotly to see conquered. When Armande is done with him, I shall take him as my concubine. I’ll share with you, of course, Beloved Sister,” she smiled, and generously kissed her sister on the hand. “He’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in the Above. Well, the prettiest thing after yourself, dear one,” she said reassuringly.
“Do you not agree?”
She went on. “He is not awakened as we are. Do not be surprised that he does not meet our standards.” As she said as much, Vale caressed the side of Rowan’s face near the wound that was once her eye. In their passions, Rowan beheld the scarring that decorated Valeriya’s back. They reveled in their metal Awakenings. The surface dwellers might be ashamed of such things, but Valeriya saw only strength and ascension. “Don’t you understand sister? It is us who are the great spiritual leaders.” She pecked the pale cheek that gave her so much pleasure reassuringly.
As they walked, their Beloved and this Pope conversed with an intensity that Vale rarely witnessed from Armande. Everything that he did and said was powerful, as there was no need because his mere presence alone conveyed authority. Rarely did he have need to exert himself so. It meant that this Pope was foolishly trying to resist. He would learn, in time. They all did. Everyone would awaken or they would die. This was the way.
Never the less, Valeriya tipped her head slightly, considering the regal garments that she and Rowan discussed confiscating. Should they acquire them, it would leave this Pope positively stripped bare. Not that Valeriya would mind seeing as much. His skin was pale as a corpse. His face as gentle as a newborn flower. He would be a beautiful trophy undressed.
“I like him,” she finally declared. “He has a wildness that makes me desire hotly to see conquered. When Armande is done with him, I shall take him as my concubine. I’ll share with you, of course, Beloved Sister,” she smiled, and generously kissed her sister on the hand. “He’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen in the Above. Well, the prettiest thing after yourself, dear one,” she said reassuringly.
“Do you not agree?”
The Eye of the Khylsty