Perfect Evil

Chapter 7

She sat leisurely in one of her many lounges. The calm sound of water cascading gracefully over shiny metal filled the modern room. She was seated on a blood red leather sofa that drew your attention amidst all the white. In her hand she delicately held a goblet of wine. She drank the expensive liquor slowly, taking in the tranquility of her surroundings.

She sighed in relief. She was in a good position now. A successful district. Adoring citizens. A mansion. An attractive male in her life. She smiled as she thought of Edward. He was having a shower, he was a major key to her new found fame. Never before had two leaders dated. She thrived on the attention.

Iragon slithered through the doorway. His thin green body slipping and sliding along the marble floor. Ripples contorting his emerald back as he made his way over to her. He was closely followed by the new presence that was Edwards snake. Castelle, she was an attractive snake. Turquoise with hints of green. They had bonded quickly. Sharing many plans to overtake the world. It would be a hard job.

Edward walked out of the side room, a white bath robe wrapped carelessly around his body. As he approached he carried senses of cleanliness and moisture. The air around him appeared hot and humid. He smiled as he saw her. Ruffling up his hair with a sea green towel clutched in his damp palms.

"A bit early for wine isn't it?" He grinned admiringly at her. She just looked back a slightly sarcastic look on her face.

"I'm celebrating our new alliance which should help secure the goals of bringing down the head leader and taking up the role ourselves." A wicked smile twisted its way onto her face. The devil seemed to possess her. He smiled back. They had discussed their plans and tactics. They had talked for ours and shared many things. She had written everything down after. Her superb memory clutched at every detail. He still didn't know of her book. That was something to be used later.

They both hated the head leader. In fairness it was possible to say that all the leaders hated the head leader. He was too soft. He still carried some of the beliefs from the old ages. He lived in the past, not the future. The future held structure, complicated regimes to keep everyone and everything in order, systems that could control and monitor people's actions and thoughts. Yet what did the past hold. Lax work, over population, lack of care. People from the old ages had made it hard, they had used up too many resources too fast.

When Samuel Catron was born though, things changed immensely. He was a mastermind. A piece of the future. He constructed complex methods of thinking. Built his way up into high ranks and put out his theory, planning and waiting and striking. Controlling and guiding people into his way of thinking. He was like a Han version of Iris. Though he was long dead. They had his body frozen whilst they still tried warily in labs to work out how to bring him back to life.

The head leader wasn't even from the old ages. He just thought like them... It sickened her. How judgemental and weak he was when it came to death. All of the leaders where blood thirsty killers. Whether it was shown or not. Yet he. He dated to try and make her stop, he was going to pay. Her and Edward could strike at any moment.

They were waiting. Planning and waiting for that moment that they could strike and make an impact in the world. Just like Samuel Catron himself. What amused her was that he did it for the community. Yet she did it for the power.

In a way, power controlled her. It affected her reactions and actions. She had such a hunger for it. A gaping hole that needed to be filled.

She had been born with it. Being this power hungry being. She had achieved frightening things as a child. Things that she would never mention. Things that would haunt you if you knew. She had written it all down of course. Made sure that she wouldn't forget how she was amazing as a child too.

She had sat back down again. Calling for a butler she motioned for him to sit next to her.

"What are you willing to do to achieve our goal," his chilling eyes bore into hers. Willing her to look away. She stayed strong and whispered. 

"I'm willing to do this..."

As the butler walked in she grabbed the meat knife that lay on the table next to a chunk of ham. With a selection of nimble and acrobatic moves she contorted her body and ended up with him pinned to the wall. A knife at his weak throat. His panicked eyes stared at the knife. Wishing for it to stay away from his tender skin.

She threw down the knife and he breathed out. A second later he regretted it as she grabbed his head between her hands. There was a slight cracking noise from his skull. She clutched his head, repeatedly smashing it against the wall. The beautiful creamy white stained pink and red from the uneven blood flow cascading out of his severe damage. She dragged him to the fountain. Repetitively drowning him then cracking his skull against the wall. The cool fountain water turned a horrific red.

He stared at her one last time. In that moment of complete terror she saw that he knew. He knew everything. How every sweet story was a lie, every smile was fake, every laugh was a sneer, every friendly gesture was from a monster. In that second he knew she wasn't human. But in that second she planted her hands on the sides of his head, squeezing them tight. Making his skull collapse in on itself. The sound of his brain being consumed was satisfying. The blood vessels popped and his brain was destroyed in moments. His face an unrecognisable mess of blood. The facial features could not be told apart. She dropped his limp frame, the indistinguishable head, barely attached to the broad shoulders, loosely hung by a few strips on skin and veins. It fell noisily into the blood filled fountain. Severing the ties to the body. The disembodied head floated. The only recognisable feature was an eye. One eye that stared blankly at the ceiling.

She turned back to Edward, he gaped at her. Then a smile creased his lips. 

"I'm proud of you, we will be good partners." He whispered. She smiled at him. Drenched in blood. Her clothes stained with a new dye. A dye that was awarded to the brave, the able.  

"How did you manage that, your strength is inhuman,"

"Maybe that's because I'm not human," she replied, his forehead wrinkled in confusion as his eyes searches hers, looking for answers.

"I'm a Fallen Angel."