It hardly took long for the creature herself to reappear, no longer the broken female who had come to her somewhat fractured King in those days since the sky fall and I had apologised for that which I could not return to her, the children she lost that night. Truly the words I had spoken had been honest. If it were within my power to return life, instead of take it, I would have brought her babes back to her. I would have brought them all back, my own infant sons included. Yet, even some things are above Moladion’s most powerful King and a male born of Angels. Even so, it was both pleasing and somewhat surprising to see her so returned to form after the desolation that had contorted her features upon our last meeting. Once more I had offered her shelter and a place amongst us and yet if she wished to branch out I would hardly stop her, well, provided her interests did not conflict with my own and indeed if she sought to raise a gang of lunatics, I considered that a direct conflict to my own desires and that of my Pack. Isola may wear the crown now, but they were mine and always would be.

It is still somewhat pleasing however, to see that Ruvindra still comes when she is called. I retained my smirk for a moment, allowing a more gracious smile to touch my features as my head dipped in greeting and the white female, her pelt returned to its previous glory, strode forward to meet my own ethereal form. It seems we have both recovered well from the nostalgia that once afflicted us and indeed I know Ruvindra to well not to believe she does not understand the change within this game. If she is not with me, she is against me and indeed, though she earned my trust, once, long ago, I have always been rather fickle and I find myself suspicious of the girl once more. My assassins do not lie and if they say they suspect her of treason against our own species then I am inclined to believe them- but I am also inclined to play this little game once more. Surely she cannot truly believe I have come simply to bask in the glory of the sun beside her as we once may have done? I met her gaze easily, levelly, head tilting in polite interest as she spoke before a chuckle rumbled easily within my chest, lips pulling back into a devastatingly handsome grin as my gaze rested upon the equally fine female. Truly I was surprised it had taken her as long as it had to find a mate for herself, perhaps she was just picky, perhaps her apparent ability to resort to a crazed killer was a turn-off, either way it makes her no less attractive and truly I find myself curious as to the location of Vague and Nero once more. After all, I owe Vague the return of his name. Her words however are what earns the easy grin and rhythmical chuckle.

“Flattery will get you everywhere darling and indeed the rumours are true. Trenus was my Kingdom, Diveen will be Isola and Kane’s in turn. She was raised to lead, it is her task in this life and indeed I rather like being able to claim that I Father Kings and Queens as well as walk amongst them. To say I stepped down however is perhaps a little stretch of the true. I stepped aside, not down darling. One does not need a crown to be....influential- and as you say, I am the greatest.”

I smirked once more, teasing and yet not entirely in jest. Let her take from that whatever she should decide. The words are true enough. I had stepped aside to allow Isola and Kane the spotlight they deserve but I maintained my lead easily enough. Besides, for what I had planned I did not need quite so much of the eternal beam that shone upon an Alpha. I needed a little more shadow as once I had. Indeed, with Kane rising beside Isola, Devil returned to my side with Kiska in tow. It was not the crown of Diveen Moladion should fear, but those who live within it. Loyalty does not fade with the passing of a crown after all. Violet gaze returned easily to her own as I spoke once more, offering to her the same easy politeness.

“Indeed I am also pleased to see you looking so well. I am told you even seek to return yourself to a position of prominence once more. Tell me darling, how are you doing with such a thing? Surely there have been some who have come to your call, one such as yourself does not go unnoticed.”

Spill, Ruvindra.

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The King