Freedom
It is a peculiar feeling. As I walk towards the subway, rain spitting and dripping on my shoulders, I feel as if a weight has been lifted from them. A smile comes to my face as I look back on the conversations of the night.
Felipe looked so angry, like a wet cat as my father informed him that he could take his employment and shove it up his well manicured ass. Hierophant or not … prince or not, he does not realize how much I interceded on his behalf … how close he came to a late night visit on more than one occasion. I look between him and Ethan, wondering if it even enters ‘my beloved Hierophant Prince’s’ mind that the only reason he still walks is because of his ever present specter and the bestiary he tows around with him. I put up with a great deal … his telling me what I could learn and from whom … infecting me with his dirty little whore of a ‘goddess’. Always, I ease my anger with the thought of the look on his face when I bring my Dharma to fruition and skull fuck the little trollop in front of him. As I listen to his words, like no more than the buzzing of flies in my ears, I come to the realization that I have gotten from him all I require … all his cowardice will afford. In the end, we get what we wanted … out of the ridiculous, lopsided contract that I forced Father into out of some misplaced sense of loyalty to this creature … a sense that he does not have the courage to return.