Snippet #2679197

Estrelle gently lifted her heels off her feet as she entered her chateau in the Alps. It had been a couple of years since her last excursion in the limelight of the humans. Her hesitancy was purely calculative planning on which role would be the next step up, which was her next deserved position. She had considered royalty many times, but royalty didn't hold the same power as it had in the past, still the petting of her ego, but it lacked the control over others that truly made her pride shine.

There was a newspaper on the table, this one following the events in America. It held her current interest, all the shootings, all the chaos and corruption, it was the perfect place to breed her pride. She knew all too well the political systems of America, that's why being president hardly interested her. He was a figure head, but democracy made it nearly impossible for this particular figure head to get anything truly done, there had to be many people on her side and that wasn't her particular ability. She was more prone to infecting other with the self-serving attitude that she embodied. But still, there was a current draw towards America and the White House.

She lit up a cigarette and took her newspaper to the balcony that ran off her room. Still in suit, she propped her feet up on the balcony's railing. There were news about musicians, reviews on movies and books, list of those now dead (which she would read later), and the news on the current politics. She smiled, breathing out the smoke, letting it trail from her red lips. The country was chaotic as ever, she would fit in easily it would be as if this particular country had been made for her.

"Excuse me miss," a voice came from the doorway. Estrelle had a handful of servants working for her. Sure she thought about the risks of never being able to release her human form, but she honestly couldn't live alone, to take care of this mansion and retain her higher status. She couldn't perform servant duties, that was too much for her fragile pride.

"What is it?" Estrelle said, not looking back. She never really like being interrupted by the servants in her own quarters and there would be repercussions on this woman for doing so, but only after she said what she came to say.

"A-a letter for you, I suppose."

"You suppose, shouldn't you know?"

"It came by a bird, a-a raven that was just standing outside the door." Estrelle arched her eyebrow, finally looking back at the servant.

"Bring it here," she demanded. The servant obeyed, stepping back to the doorway when the letter was in Estrelle's hand.



Your Father, Estrelle puzzled at the words. Not once in her existence could she recall of a higher power over her, especially not that of a patriarchal persuasion. But of course, the knowledge of He who was banned from Heaven and now ruled his own domain, He who took possession of the souls that had been touched by Pride. It must be Him.

"You didn't read this did you?" Estrelle asked, her head not moving, but her eyes flicking to the woman.

"No Madame," she answered, her voice quivering, "There was no name addressed to you, but I figured it must be for you anyway, so I brought it straight here."

"Very good," Estrelle answered, tucking the letter under her shirt, "Now come here, we must talk about your mistake at entering my chambers." With shaking limbs, the servant obeyed. "Now close your eyes." She obeyed. Then the light seemed to fade around Estrelle, though the porch light was on, until she was nothing but a shadow herself, great stag horns appeared out of her head, and then a light, of an immoral shade of pink, draped around Estrelle's and the servant's body.

The lights flickered and all was back to normal.

Estrelle sent the woman to the front door and called a cab. She had been dismissed for her disobedience. Tomorrow, Estrelle would make her plans to travel, but for now she lavished herself in the evening light at her chateau in the Alps.