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She copied the growing sneer evident on his scarred features, and let it grow still as he spoke. One could draw purpose from many things, and it wasn’t up to her from where he drew his strength. But she had come from somewhere far away, and found that what she had sought and believed so fiercely in was only a beautiful lie. But neither of these two creatures was soft, and he was no youngling like she had been when she had first arrived here. And her faulty impression of her clan and family had been exercised the day she had first laid scarlet eyes upon the long-standing leader of the clan, Gabriel de le Poer. Though, in the end, he had proven to be full of disappointment, just like the rest.
Her pretty teeth remained exposed, though again, it wasn’t he that deserved her wrath. It was intended for others. They were a rich family, the Lykois, but with such an impressive number came another significant number of disappointments—creatures unworthy of the royal blood pumping through their veins. If she had been alone in charge—and thankfully for all, she was not—she would have pulled out the weed with their roots and exile them forever. She wanted Inferni to be strong and powerful, but old fools and unfaithful trash was allowed to drift back into the hierarchy. It wouldn’t have been so bad if they had trustworthy creatures in the higher ranks, but even there the vermin had started their infestation.
”Just know that there’s plenty of weed in our beautiful garden,” she sneered, uncaring if he followed her words at this point. None seemed to care about this problem, and she knew she was alone. Perhaps this was the most prominent source of her bitterness; her intentions for Inferni were true, but none had yet to understand this.
Your faith walks on broken glass
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