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located in District Alpha, a part of Revelation: The Cure, one of the many universes on RPG.

District Alpha

The wealthiest district in Revelation.


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“It has nothing to do with weakness, Imogene, and everything to do with plausible deniability.” Imogene realized with warmth that she believed him. So many men of his status and entitlement would pass her over as weak. That would be just the sort of thing they would say, but what they meant would be quite the opposite. Seth, however, was a different sort of man; a good man who meant just exactly what he said, and he never said anything to her with condescension. He never looked down on her or thought of her as just a pretty face. How he had managed to become such a good person considering the source of his DNA, Imogene could not know. By all rights, he should be and entitled little brat with the same greed and thirst for power which defined his father--perhaps more. Who had taught him to strive for something more in his character? Who had shown him what dignity meant? Imogene thought of his mother, wishing she had known the woman. Perhaps she was much like Imogene: trapped in a marriage in which she never could have comprehended just how unhappy she would be. Perhaps she was the one who showed her son how to be a better man then his father. Imogene did not know.

She held her breath when, for a moment, it seemed that Seth would not answer her question, but then he did, and Imogene was left with mixed feelings. She couldn’t quite say that she was sorry she’d asked; for so long she had wondered, hated being left in the dark. For that reason she was glad to finally know, even if it meant that she would never be the same. The infinitesimal part of her being that still loved her husband, still wished that he could return to the man she’d fallen in love with--for it had always been there, no matter how small--died in that moment. She was left horrified, her worst suspicions confirmed, and a sick feeling rose within her. She felt as if she were going to break down into tears, or vomit, but she did neither, just stood very suddenly and crossed the room to stand by the window, looking out and wishing she could simply fade into the sky.

He kidnapped children? Had someone killed? Imogene was loathe to find that it was worse than the dark imaginings at the back of her mind. She honestly never thought that he would stoop so low; be so utterly evil. Or, perhaps she had been blinded, refusing to let herself to believe something so awful about someone she’d so admired and loved. Even when he’d disowned their daughter, as unforgivable as it was, she could find it in herself to understand. Though she would never understand how a father could do such a thing to his child, she understood how a man, whose status in the political world meant everything to him--a man who based his career on his anti-magi platform could so cruelly deny a child who turned out to be one of those loathed creatures. With Sigrun, David had been a man and not a father, and Imogene understood that, no matter how much she hated him for it. To be capable of such atrocities, however, as kidnapping innocent children to get to their families, and murder men for posing a threat to his career, was unthinkable--and sickening.

“Oh Seth…” she managed, finally, her fingers to her lips as she looked out the window. The urge to vomit was still present within her, but she suppressed it as she thought of the terrible burden which had been Seth’s for Elisia only knew how long--a burden, she realized, in which she known shared. She hoped it would be some comfort to him: sharing that burden. For Elisia’s sake, no man should ever have to know such horrible things about his father.

Imogene crossed the room, once again, to stand beside her stepson’s chair and laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. She had never had the notion that she was anything like a mother-figure to him. She would be kidding herself if she had. Being only five years his senior, she was hardly mature enough to be considered anything close, but she could, at least, consider herself his friend, and it was for that reason which she now ached for him. What could she say? I’m sorry you have to know that your father is a monster seemed harsh, and woefully insufficient. “Thank you… for trusting me,” she said simply, squeezing his shoulder and once again taking the seat she had vacated only moments before, smiling across at him in a sad way. She probed no further, deciding that it was best to change the subject. She wasn’t ready to know anymore just now, anyway.

“…I think I might go shopping. One can never have to many gowns, I always say,” she said, answering his question from earlier. It was a lie, she would be going somewhere quite different, but she could not tell him that. He would worry; he wouldn’t understand, and Imogene could not bring herself to saddle Seth with yet another burden that was not his to carry. It wasn’t fair to him.

Imogene smiled, hoping the act was reassuring. She had never deliberately lied to Seth before, as she was sure he’d never done to her, and she had an awful taste in her mouth which had nothing to do with the bitter tea she was drinking.