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Bandrial rose out of her bed slowly, her sandy locks cascading down her body in a golden waterfall. The bed moved with her, as she sat, the sloshing of the liquid that filled her mattress echoed through the stone room. It was rumoured that the blood of her enemies filled that bed, and that she rested upon it with security, knowing they would never bother her again. She pulled the satin blanket around her naked form and rose to her window, gazing upon her lands with stern eyes.

These were her lands. She had fought for them. She had earned them. They were hers. In two days time the invasions would start, that these destined eight were supposed to come into power, to be born. Even now she was readying her armies to go and kill the newborns. She could take no chances. After everything Bandrial had done to get to the top, she would not be dethroned by a bunch of children.

She called in her maid servant, terror leaked from every pore in the young girl's body as she entered the room. Bandrial smiled, terror fuelled her, fed her, made her strong.

"I wished to be dressed," she said with her condemning tone. The girl bowed and made her way the to closet and brought out a red dress, she helped Bandrial into it, as she laced the dress, she accidentally pinched the dark sorceress.
The girl began to quake and Bandrial smirked.

"That wasn't very nice? Was it?" she asked sarcastically. Bandrial snapped her fingers, and the girl combusted into flames.

Bandrial stretched and rose, having finished clasping her dress herself. Her heels made terrifying noises in the stonework, echoing trough the halls. The castle seemed to tremble knowing the dark sorceress was roaming its halls. At the sound of her in the hall, another servant rushed out to greet her.

“What can I do for you my majesty?”

"I am in need of another servant, but for now we shall leave it at rest. I don't need the smell of too much burning flesh before breakfast. Make someone fetch it for me will you? Your queen requires some... nourishment." She smirked. No one really knew what she meant when she said that. Her meals were always taken in secret, and there seemed to be a new cook every couple of weeks. She didn't kill them, but eventually, it seems, their sanity ran thin and death appeared as their only escape. Hangings, stabbings with their own kitchen knives, even one who boiled himself alive. Whatever it was that she ingested, it was not for the faint of heart.

She continued down the halls, stopping at the Library, her apprentice lay asleep in a spell book. Her pink hair spilled wildly around the tomes. Bandrial rolled her eyes. Silly girl, always studying. She could never become as great as Bandrial herself. She could not save that family of hers without Bandrial's help. A small smirk curled Bandrial's blood stained lips. She had made sure of that. Angel was too important. Her powers were great for a mortal, and it allowed her to travel amongst the world as her spy, as her seductress when necessary. Beautiful and deadly, the perfect informant.

"Angel?” Bandrial woke her with a snap of her fingers, forcing her chair to spin toward her wildly. Angel jarred awake and quickly collected her composure. She adjusted her butterfly clip in her hair and stood at attention in front of her master.

"My liege?" she asked. Her voice was like breaking glass, both beautiful and dangerous. "What is it I can do for you?"

"Come with me my darling," Bandrial commanded. "It's time to rally the troops."