"It is a perfect time! With this 'lull' as you so plainly called it Henrietta, we have a wide open door now to strike as we see fit!"
"You speak rashly! I will not commit my people to such a cowardly maneuver such as that! We fight with honour, and have NOT strayed from that, ever! The Lord told them what we would do, and we did just that! He said when we would strike, and we struck! He said how we would strike, and we brought down the righteous hand of anger against those who sold their souls so long ago to those invading bastards! I will no-"
"Perhaps you have enjoyed this respite a bit too much Henrietta? Perhaps it is you who have gotten soft in this time away from our mission, hmmm?"
"........"
"Is that is, lass? Have you lost the fire? Perhaps this time of ease, with these--- things, has dulled that edge of yours..."
Again there was silence as the woman simply known as Henrietta just stared at the man who addressed her in such a blatant manner. Eyes of blue were narrowed as they were fixated upon the one called Haseem, as she replied in a somewhat growl..
"I should kill you here and now you half bred piece of sh*t... If this were another place and time I'd take that head of yours, slap it on a pike and parade all over town letting stray dogs have their way with it, while they ^&%$ your dead mouth.."
If Haseem were honestly concerned he hardly showed it. Instead, he kept his eyes to the obviously upset woman before him, even going so far as to somewhat smile.
"Well Henrietta, this isn't Darkenwood.. He is not your 'Lord' from back then, and if I decide to strike against this pathetic city and its people, be sure I will do so and no one will do a thing about it, least of all you!"
"Resign yourself mongrel! You need to be reminded your place here, and I assure you, it will happen! It was he who was chosen, and it was he who brought us here, and it was he who turned on all he had here for the path we have all chosen! And it was we who decided to follow him no matter what may come!"
"Oh shut the hell up woman! You only speak because you and he wer--"
"Haseem, how dar--"
"Touch a nerve did I, hmm? It's only you and I here, and STILL I touch a nerve... Then I shouldn't bring up the fact that he killed you, when you were barely wed.. Oh yes, along with your family.. Well he didn't do it alone, did he? There was always, Garet too.. But he forgot didn't he, Garet I mean.. Then they raised you, as one of their own, and here you are a pathetic excuse of a marionette!"
"...."
"Face it, Henrietta you and he are shadows of what you were... Maybe it is time for a change in the guard."
"Haseem, you are a dead man... You will die, and I promise I will desecrate what is left of you six ways to hell and back.."
"Bold words, you iced b*tch.. Bold wor--- wha?"
Such a smile took form on the face of Henrietta, as she watched Haseem.
The bold words of the man were simply lost. His eyes widened to such a degree it actually looked very disturbing, as he tried to gasp for whatever air he could.. Granted it was a rather futile attempt.
Henrietta did not even blink, as her hand lifted.. A finger ran down her cheek, smearing a dropet of blood that somehow landed upon her.. Well let us be honest, it was more like one of the multitude of droplets that dotted her face all over..
Of course, having one's heart literally punched through their chest from behind would do that, you know..
The still beating heart we speak of was now before the woman, as gauntleted fingers dripped even more so.. The scene was a rather interesting one.. Henrietta had never seen someones heart burst from their chest and more so, handled in front of her in this manner.
Haseem gasped somewhat.. The heart was still somewhat attached.. His eyes panned to the heart, and to Henrietta in some pathetic attempt to make sense of what the hell had happened.. Soon he had his answer, as a rather familiar voice was heard behind him.
"Strange is it not, Haseem? Your heart is in my hand... Your life is mine... Somewhat like Henrietta, save we have a difference.. She I loved, and you--- will never be what she is.. She was right.. She will desecrate what I leave of you, and we will send your remains to that b*itch of a wife you left behind and those newly bastarded children, too.. Before I take her from this realm, and allow her to join you.. That is if I do not let Henrietta have her way, first.."
A bloodied gurgle was all that was offered in reply by Haseem...
"Think about that, Haseem.. Maybe in the next life you will be more careful with your words!"
Fingers closed tighter, and tigher... Haseem's gasps were more ragged by the moment, and in an instant--- it was all over..
The sickening sound akin to rotted fruit being smashed time and again, was all there was.. Well that, and the blood that literally exploded everywhere, offering a crimson coat all around.. Henrietta simply watched in awe, as a hand lifted to drag across her stained cheek..
What was left of the heart was dropped, as Haseem's corpse crumpled to the ground in a bloodied heap of what the f*ck..
Henrietta slowly licked that blood covered finger tip of hers, as she chuckled.
"I did tell him," she said..
"Yes you did my dear, yes you did.. And I will have no one talk to you that way, ever... Nor will I have my orders ignored.. You were right, this is Winterfest, and we will respect that.. We do not move, or act.. Do what you will with the time, but our plans hold until after the Yule. We still have our honour, even if our souls are darkened."
Henrietta's face softened a bit.. She regarded the man before her.. The man she knew in so many ways.. The man she hardly knew in just as many ways..
"I know you do not wish to desecrate him.. Have someone clean the mess, and go and clean up yourself. Try to enjoy this week.."
Turning, he took his leave. "Good Night, Henrietta."
"Good Night, Raven.."
"You speak rashly! I will not commit my people to such a cowardly maneuver such as that! We fight with honour, and have NOT strayed from that, ever! The Lord told them what we would do, and we did just that! He said when we would strike, and we struck! He said how we would strike, and we brought down the righteous hand of anger against those who sold their souls so long ago to those invading bastards! I will no-"
"Perhaps you have enjoyed this respite a bit too much Henrietta? Perhaps it is you who have gotten soft in this time away from our mission, hmmm?"
"........"
"Is that is, lass? Have you lost the fire? Perhaps this time of ease, with these--- things, has dulled that edge of yours..."
Again there was silence as the woman simply known as Henrietta just stared at the man who addressed her in such a blatant manner. Eyes of blue were narrowed as they were fixated upon the one called Haseem, as she replied in a somewhat growl..
"I should kill you here and now you half bred piece of sh*t... If this were another place and time I'd take that head of yours, slap it on a pike and parade all over town letting stray dogs have their way with it, while they ^&%$ your dead mouth.."
If Haseem were honestly concerned he hardly showed it. Instead, he kept his eyes to the obviously upset woman before him, even going so far as to somewhat smile.
"Well Henrietta, this isn't Darkenwood.. He is not your 'Lord' from back then, and if I decide to strike against this pathetic city and its people, be sure I will do so and no one will do a thing about it, least of all you!"
"Resign yourself mongrel! You need to be reminded your place here, and I assure you, it will happen! It was he who was chosen, and it was he who brought us here, and it was he who turned on all he had here for the path we have all chosen! And it was we who decided to follow him no matter what may come!"
"Oh shut the hell up woman! You only speak because you and he wer--"
"Haseem, how dar--"
"Touch a nerve did I, hmm? It's only you and I here, and STILL I touch a nerve... Then I shouldn't bring up the fact that he killed you, when you were barely wed.. Oh yes, along with your family.. Well he didn't do it alone, did he? There was always, Garet too.. But he forgot didn't he, Garet I mean.. Then they raised you, as one of their own, and here you are a pathetic excuse of a marionette!"
"...."
"Face it, Henrietta you and he are shadows of what you were... Maybe it is time for a change in the guard."
"Haseem, you are a dead man... You will die, and I promise I will desecrate what is left of you six ways to hell and back.."
"Bold words, you iced b*tch.. Bold wor--- wha?"
Such a smile took form on the face of Henrietta, as she watched Haseem.
The bold words of the man were simply lost. His eyes widened to such a degree it actually looked very disturbing, as he tried to gasp for whatever air he could.. Granted it was a rather futile attempt.
Henrietta did not even blink, as her hand lifted.. A finger ran down her cheek, smearing a dropet of blood that somehow landed upon her.. Well let us be honest, it was more like one of the multitude of droplets that dotted her face all over..
Of course, having one's heart literally punched through their chest from behind would do that, you know..
The still beating heart we speak of was now before the woman, as gauntleted fingers dripped even more so.. The scene was a rather interesting one.. Henrietta had never seen someones heart burst from their chest and more so, handled in front of her in this manner.
Haseem gasped somewhat.. The heart was still somewhat attached.. His eyes panned to the heart, and to Henrietta in some pathetic attempt to make sense of what the hell had happened.. Soon he had his answer, as a rather familiar voice was heard behind him.
"Strange is it not, Haseem? Your heart is in my hand... Your life is mine... Somewhat like Henrietta, save we have a difference.. She I loved, and you--- will never be what she is.. She was right.. She will desecrate what I leave of you, and we will send your remains to that b*itch of a wife you left behind and those newly bastarded children, too.. Before I take her from this realm, and allow her to join you.. That is if I do not let Henrietta have her way, first.."
A bloodied gurgle was all that was offered in reply by Haseem...
"Think about that, Haseem.. Maybe in the next life you will be more careful with your words!"
Fingers closed tighter, and tigher... Haseem's gasps were more ragged by the moment, and in an instant--- it was all over..
The sickening sound akin to rotted fruit being smashed time and again, was all there was.. Well that, and the blood that literally exploded everywhere, offering a crimson coat all around.. Henrietta simply watched in awe, as a hand lifted to drag across her stained cheek..
What was left of the heart was dropped, as Haseem's corpse crumpled to the ground in a bloodied heap of what the f*ck..
Henrietta slowly licked that blood covered finger tip of hers, as she chuckled.
"I did tell him," she said..
"Yes you did my dear, yes you did.. And I will have no one talk to you that way, ever... Nor will I have my orders ignored.. You were right, this is Winterfest, and we will respect that.. We do not move, or act.. Do what you will with the time, but our plans hold until after the Yule. We still have our honour, even if our souls are darkened."
Henrietta's face softened a bit.. She regarded the man before her.. The man she knew in so many ways.. The man she hardly knew in just as many ways..
"I know you do not wish to desecrate him.. Have someone clean the mess, and go and clean up yourself. Try to enjoy this week.."
Turning, he took his leave. "Good Night, Henrietta."
"Good Night, Raven.."