Slade stepped onto the sand of the beach. He couldn't really feel it on his feet, because his boots were thick and lined with metal. Despite this, the change in texture on the ground was noticeable to his carefully controlled sense of balance. He moved just as smoothly over the sand as he did the hard floor of his Mistress's castle
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'I thought about this as I watched the sky over the village. Countless stars were being thrown from their places, untimely ripped and cast into oblivion. Indeed, no more suitable herald for the fate of the island could be found; the irony, the symbolism, was not lost to me. And for one with ambitions as great as my new-found mistress's? I was certain that this would not be the last to suffer such a fate ( ... )
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It was time for him to think and consider. If he had been in his own world he would have taken his time and planned very carefully. He would have gathered as much information as possible and then acted, but that didn't seem to be the way that his Mistress acted. She was graceful but it was clear that her temper wasn't exactly filled with patience.
Slade was silent for a long pause. "It's simple," he said. "They need to fear and be destroyed. One look at you..." He trailed off and let his gaze move up and down over Raziel's body. "Should be enough to send one of them screaming, but what fun is that? You will go to that village and make their hearts and hopes so weak that they will fall quickly before our Mistress' power."
He needed to keep up appearances after all, no reason to make Raziel think he wasn't anything but completely loyal to the witch.
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