A Congratulatory Air
It had been a busy day, to be sure. A good kind of tired. The operation had been a stunning success. His own talents at destruction had made capturing the ter'angreal a matter of ease. The weather was a delicate affair. Di'aliz had spent weeks with diagrams and computer simulations to figure out exactly what to do.
Ishamael had wanted them to spread chaos. Had they not done well? Ishamael would have his chaos.
With a long sigh, his arms aching from the effort, Asmodean held open the door for Di'aliz. The house was as they had left it. His voice was calm, but an undercurrent of weariness held in it.
"Home at last, my lady."
Ishamael had wanted them to spread chaos. Had they not done well? Ishamael would have his chaos.
With a long sigh, his arms aching from the effort, Asmodean held open the door for Di'aliz. The house was as they had left it. His voice was calm, but an undercurrent of weariness held in it.
"Home at last, my lady."