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"Its master can offer us nothing." Arkaelus's voice rose across the room. "Sphex makes only weapons of war, tools of destruction for those desperate enough to use them. Begone monster and return to that wretch of man you serve!" Arkaelus snapped. His guards rush forward and pointed rifles at Nemu ready to fire upon Arkaelus’ command.
Nemu seemed uninterested in this but still moved to the door.

"In answer to your question, Faeling, my will is my masters will, what he desires, I desire. I serve him willingly, and my body his his to fashion." The poor creature said and Severyn frowned, casting a gaze back at Tenanye. "His to fashion...?" He said and Tenanye only shook her head. "Leave it, we can not help the slave who loves her chains." Tenanye said as she watched Nemu speak to Arkaelus. "My lord, would you turn away those who come with the offer or peaceful trade, because of child-hood stories of monsters and demons?" Nemu said. "Such actions are belittling of a king."
Tenanye stood then, Xiao Jingshen clinging to Severyn now as Tenanye rounded the table.


"If that were true, Nemu...." Tenanye said, allowing her irises to disperse within her eyes, like an drop of ink on parchment. She wouldn't show the fullness of her true form, but close enough. "We Fae would not be here. We are the creatures of childhood nightmare and dreams...we too come in peace, however." Tenanye said, her fingers elongating, the tips turning black and shining at the nails, that dripping with acidic poison. "We do not mock those we come to make peace with...." She said, her voice an eerie calm, like the static before a storm. "You should know this, if you intended any progress with your masters so called peaceful trade." She said, then shrugged,. "But you are only a slave, how could you know anything beyond what he tells you?" She said and with that she slide back on her Fae Glamour. She tossed her hand and took a seat. "All the same, I believe you were asked to leave."

Father Superior, Zexen and Valen watched the happening. Father Superior was surprised to see the empress resort to showing a portion of her true form however she was proving an important point. Zexen was beginning to feel a little bad. He knew that Nemu was not being given a fair chance. He wasn’t fond of her demeanor nor her appearance, nor tales of her malicious master but that didn’t mean she should be turned away unfairly. One of the guards, nervous and frightened by the happenings, accidentally pulled the trigger of his rifle causing the other riflemen to fire their rounds. Zexen yelled “STOP!!!” aloud.



Father Superior quickly flew forward and pointed his blue wand at the bullets and a blue aura surrounded them. The bullets halted in the air and soon fell to the ground. He turned to look towards the riflemen with a heavy exhale. He held no faith in anything or anyone from the Wastes yet he knew right was right and that Nemu deserved to be treated fairly. Zexen was right.



Zexen stepped forward as he said, “This is not the way.” Valen looked upon his son at a loss for words. The pixie sized Father Superior hovered not too far from the rifle bullets that lay upon the floor. Zexen walked towards Nemu and as he reach her he kneeled down before her. ”I believe that you have been mistreated. Even if no one else agrees to listen to your master’s propositions, I, as a representative of Valen Alus, will agree to hear you out. You have my word, although I cannot promise that we will reach an agreement.” He then turned to look upon the faces of all other rulers present after standing. ”I urge you all to follow suite. Although I am but a lowly ambassador and not a ruler, I beseech you to be fair to all present here. For is it not the general premise of our gathering and negotiations?”

Blue flew beside him and Nemu. ”The young fae is right. We should exhibit fairness at such a time. For there may come a day when we regret having not listened to each other when we had fair chance.”