67th Ash, 4622
Dahlia is humming to herself as she does her makeup beside the mirror before she is approached by a stranger, who appears to be hooded, he eventually approaches Dahlia before she turns around "Any luck of getting any information out of him?" She asked in a demanding fashion as she gets up from her chair to inspect the man in front of him. He appeared to be taller and much more stable than she was; it was evident that her narcissistic ways were being exposed and it was only a matter of time before Rene would implement his plan against her, using the vendetta that Salen has had.
She was the Black Dahlia, the infamous broker of information for Daravin, that would be floundered by her own weapon. Blackmail, prestige and the proliferation of evidence. It was clear that she was worried and had every right to be, for many of the folk of Daravin are starting to unveil her true colours, including the truth about the crimes she has committed against House Auclair and House Socorro, although she had thought she had all of those completely clear, but mistakes were made. Careless mistakes, such as leaving the last reigning heir alive, followed by her sister who had come back for revenge; it was a minefield that she had created, a battle that she couldn't turn her back against, except lose her reputation and create a new identity. She was too proud to lose any of House Senerite's great name as she had proved a valuable asset for the Empire, or so people thought, until now when all of that she had exposed.
She had no lies or no alibi to follow. She had to face the music and remain strong and try to expose of the threats herself. It would prove a difficult task for the woman, but it was something she didn't want to lose. Dignity was important and keeping her status was an even greater importance, but there comes a price. It was her or them now.
"No..." The male answered.
Dahlia eventually flung her chair in a tantrum as she looked at him "Why, you're so imcompetent... WHY MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!" She screamed out in rage as she barged past the male and slammed the door, making her way to the Coven Enclave she had kept Hugo in. A journey through the cold, dark sewer underworld of Amoren, where the cells of the criminal underworld lingered. She remained in her shroud, until she came across a doorway with a figurine of Brazim on it. She inserted her Emblem of Demarik and twisted it before entering willingly. It appeared to be an underground stronghold, a strange tavern of some sorts...
She would make her way to the dungeons area, where she had kept Hugo in chains, before she approached with her seductive wiles "So... You're the one that put a wrench in my plan... Shame really, I thought we could've been such friends..." She said with laughter as she approached Hugo, kneeling as the chains would get tighter with each struggle. They were designed to be that torturous, as well as their anti-magic properties.
The only person who previously escaped from them, still walks free "You know, theres only two people that's been in this cell... That's you and a certain henchman of mine who betrayed me a while back... The fact is, he's not coming for you." She said, trying to diminish someone's state of character, someone that Hugo would know "He's a selfish man... A man with a black heart... Always a man who doesn't keep his word, a traitor... Isn't that what you're scared off, someone betraying you or are you afraid of the consequences of trusting?" She said. "I would give you a choice, but I doubt that Rene would save you, he's too versed in his own agendas, like all Entente are? Why would he invite a weak, undeserving scoundrel such as yourself hmm? Aww, Poor Hugo, his parents left him all alone with no title, no prospects but that small little cottage... Who would come for you? Bertrand?" She shrugged.
"Oh, I read your mind, by the way... I have plenty of things to kick you to the curb with..."
Dahlia is humming to herself as she does her makeup beside the mirror before she is approached by a stranger, who appears to be hooded, he eventually approaches Dahlia before she turns around "Any luck of getting any information out of him?" She asked in a demanding fashion as she gets up from her chair to inspect the man in front of him. He appeared to be taller and much more stable than she was; it was evident that her narcissistic ways were being exposed and it was only a matter of time before Rene would implement his plan against her, using the vendetta that Salen has had.
She was the Black Dahlia, the infamous broker of information for Daravin, that would be floundered by her own weapon. Blackmail, prestige and the proliferation of evidence. It was clear that she was worried and had every right to be, for many of the folk of Daravin are starting to unveil her true colours, including the truth about the crimes she has committed against House Auclair and House Socorro, although she had thought she had all of those completely clear, but mistakes were made. Careless mistakes, such as leaving the last reigning heir alive, followed by her sister who had come back for revenge; it was a minefield that she had created, a battle that she couldn't turn her back against, except lose her reputation and create a new identity. She was too proud to lose any of House Senerite's great name as she had proved a valuable asset for the Empire, or so people thought, until now when all of that she had exposed.
She had no lies or no alibi to follow. She had to face the music and remain strong and try to expose of the threats herself. It would prove a difficult task for the woman, but it was something she didn't want to lose. Dignity was important and keeping her status was an even greater importance, but there comes a price. It was her or them now.
"No..." The male answered.
Dahlia eventually flung her chair in a tantrum as she looked at him "Why, you're so imcompetent... WHY MUST I DO EVERYTHING MYSELF!" She screamed out in rage as she barged past the male and slammed the door, making her way to the Coven Enclave she had kept Hugo in. A journey through the cold, dark sewer underworld of Amoren, where the cells of the criminal underworld lingered. She remained in her shroud, until she came across a doorway with a figurine of Brazim on it. She inserted her Emblem of Demarik and twisted it before entering willingly. It appeared to be an underground stronghold, a strange tavern of some sorts...
She would make her way to the dungeons area, where she had kept Hugo in chains, before she approached with her seductive wiles "So... You're the one that put a wrench in my plan... Shame really, I thought we could've been such friends..." She said with laughter as she approached Hugo, kneeling as the chains would get tighter with each struggle. They were designed to be that torturous, as well as their anti-magic properties.
The only person who previously escaped from them, still walks free "You know, theres only two people that's been in this cell... That's you and a certain henchman of mine who betrayed me a while back... The fact is, he's not coming for you." She said, trying to diminish someone's state of character, someone that Hugo would know "He's a selfish man... A man with a black heart... Always a man who doesn't keep his word, a traitor... Isn't that what you're scared off, someone betraying you or are you afraid of the consequences of trusting?" She said. "I would give you a choice, but I doubt that Rene would save you, he's too versed in his own agendas, like all Entente are? Why would he invite a weak, undeserving scoundrel such as yourself hmm? Aww, Poor Hugo, his parents left him all alone with no title, no prospects but that small little cottage... Who would come for you? Bertrand?" She shrugged.
"Oh, I read your mind, by the way... I have plenty of things to kick you to the curb with..."
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