| These last few tendays have been good. The potion Xun got from the Matriarch seems to have worked well and I have been content. Vierna plays her politics whilst my followers and I get on with spreading fear amongst the humans and elves. We have made a number of captures recently, all for our amusement. Some have died, which is unfortunate since in death there is no more pain. Still there are plenty of pickings.
My favourite pet just now is a particularly ugly elf. Face ruined and covered in scars. She put up a good fight before she was broken. I like that. Some break all to easily, there is no fun in that. In the early struggle the bitch even managed to bite me! That is a worry at the back of my mind. Seems previously she was ravished by some demon, hence her ugliness and the bite, which drew blood, was in the area of the scar from the Succubus. I hope Xun’riia still has some of that potion left, just in case. Anyway, my pet thinks she is a dog now and a very obedient one too. Well, elves are not better than dogs!
Xun’riia both pleases and worries me. I could ask for no better acolyte and yet she is showing a hint of defiance in my methods. I had found a secret library of knowledge, full of ancient tomes of arcane and I wanted to share this with her. I told her she should study here as much as she can. But she took it the wrong way. She seemed to think I was implying that she was weak, that I wanted her out the way, that I was replacing her. This is Vierna’s doing, she has been poisoning her mind against me. Vierna is using Irinia, my other acolyte, as a wedge between us. This will not happen, no one can replace my Xun’riia.
No. Xun’riia is not weak. She makes some decisions which may be taken as a weakness, but this can be rectified by my guidance. No. Xun’riia has potential to be even stronger than me, but she has to ignore all others and listen only to me. And learn my Xun, oh how you must learn. Your mind is like a great sponge ready to absorb all knowledge for the glory that is Lloth. Keep giving your heart and soul to me and together we will be the ruling queens!
[As Faeryl falls into a satisfied reverie, she feels a slight twinge in her upper right thigh. She dismisses the sensation.] |