I watch him, my golden knight, pacing restlessly against the invisible borders of Iromar. Better he be here and only injured than to be gone and dead though I doubt he will see it as such. He is clever, cunning, and swift, but not quite fast enough to outrun this particular crime. As I approach, I find entertainment on my face at his predicament, and his wounds. "You should have bobbed when you weaved." I say, the tinkling laugh like shards of glass against tile as they escape me. I had found a great deal of amusement that we could commit a crime together and not be caught, but alone he could not escape the capture of this pack's vengeance. Perhaps, it was a lure to join these wolves in the marshes of Moladion.

My paws do not squelch and slip through the mud, instead, I spread my toes and glide across the top as I had seen the others do here. "I would not suggest you run, if that's what you are planning. Mother has been at their mercy, and your wounds would only be expanded." I have the three "b"s. Beauty, brawn and brains. I know it is wise to learn through others mistakes, and I do this daily. I have seen my mother fall by trusting others to fight her battles, I have seen her try to take on wolves more cruel than herself and lose, I have watched her try to gain power through deals that she couldn't keep up. I have seen Malignus fail to keep a crime secret by attacking pack wolves, and I have watched countless others fail to do what they set out to do. My own mistakes have been few in number, but they do exist.

I am perfectly flawed I suppose, from the earliest of my atrocities, I have been learning. I absorb all that is around me like the proverbial sponge taking on water. I am forever dry, though, and perhaps this is what sets me apart. No one could learn enough, and through out this thought process, I have even been learning. An idea clicks into my head then, one my charming rapist might have a qualm or two with, but nevertheless I am in need of fight training. I do not wish to fail as my mother has. I will be greater than my unknown grandfather and his ticking time bomb of a queen. I will be greater even than my Angelic heritage that I don't know about yet.

For now, I had to plan this carefully. I did not want to be so far from my knight, the golden man proving to be a useful scapegoat and perhaps a few other things as well. In time, I would have my empire. In the mean time, I needed to be safe and made into greatness. Perhaps these "demons" could help a fallen angel rise back to power.