Such a dull affair it was, the ceaseless amount of effort it took to keep track of the coven’s and their leaders. He had the proper documents, the letters and the like to make sure everyone was progressing well and of course behaving themselves. While the Emperor could certainly rely on others to work through such clerical, secretarial affairs there was a certain level of it he could not escape.
It was taking too long to get it all in order. He needed a break, needed to have a conversation with someone just to mix up the monotony of his day. Thankfully there was one within his employ who he imagined had a great deal of things to discuss with him. Lilith was the head of his coven, the highest in rank beneath himself, though his own personal servants did perhaps have a bit more weight and influence then she did.
It was that separation that made him want to speak with her. Even with her place beneath him in the hierarchy he could at least speak to someone not constantly trying to view him as a father figure such as Hunter, and it was certainty better then simply listening to the insecure yes man that was Kikimora.
“ You have been doing quite well lately in seeking out new recruits Lilith. I have no doubt the quality of the coven will continue to grow in time, in large part due to yourself. Tell me, do you yourself have a protégé yet?”
any moment in the front of the mighty emperor was one to be captured by the naked eye, for his absolute image always struck inspiration into the coven leader lilith. since she was a girl, her destination was always running towards the emperor’s coven at the speed of light, no matter what it took, no matter how far it was. and here she is, basking in the presence of the emperor.
as all subjects of belos abide by, lilith drops to her knees in a postured greeting of respect, before beckoned to her feet with a mere wag of the emperor’s finger. to say she was at the belos’ disposal was an understatement; it was both a privilege and a horror only people could dream of. yet, it was the reality lilith was living.
❝ -- thank you, my lord. this accomplishment was only achievable by your image. ❞
a moment clicks where lilith might offend the emperor by flattery; he was the emperor, and image was not the hand here, but his power. his voice crept against the back of her neck, the peering blackness behind the mask is an unknowable enigma to lilith; it creates a sort of tension she must endure.
❝ i’ve sought out the strongest among the recruits, and i trust you’ll find my selection of one amity blight to follow as my protégé as a reliable one. she shows . . . promise. ❞
