Life After Death

Lilith: epilogue

{Lilith}
This new form was a bit restricting, but I was used to improvising. And besides, what else did I need besides cursing and change magic? Dagonet and Lancelot sat across from me, peering at the map, talking about weak points. The laughable thing was that everyone had weak points. Faeries they cared about, training they hadn't had; oversights in their 'perfect plan.' I had to hand it to Corryn, he intuitively understood all these challenges, and had presented them to me so perfectly.

"What do you think?" Lancelot asked me. "Attacking Donlin will break their moral, and it will also draw faeries out of Vercyne. Once there, we can split the Cabinet up and take them down separately."

I wasn't certain which of the twins was here, but he said he was Lancelot and that was good enough for me. He was a useful strategist, and that was important to my plans. I planned to give him the army, and he seemed thrilled, like a small boy with new playthings. I suppose being a father was just too boring for him.

"It seems like a lot of needless death," Dagonet mused. "What does razing the city to the ground prove?"

"You said yourself you can't even get Iminë, your own apprentice, to understand the elegance and power of change magic," I told him. "If we don't show these faeries sometime, how will they know?"

He nodded, which proved how much the change magic had taken from him. He was not anything like the calm, rational Dagonet that Hazel remembered from childhood. He was not here for the conquest; he still wanted to learn change magic. He didn't recognize that he was falling prey to its addictive, corrosive nature; too bad for him, but ideal for me. Dagonet was knowledgeable and powerful. A rational Dagonet would have had to be killed.

Hazel tried to speak, but I threw the memory of her murdered husband in her face and she was silent once more. When I had the country's reins, I could give her more control. But for now, I didn't trust Hazel. Guilt was keeping her tamped down until I was through setting up my plans. She still thought she had killed her husband.

"When we take on Mom, Juliet, and Adele, we have to remember that two out of three of them can't die," Lancelot reminded me. "You'll have to come up with something."

"Please brother," I smiled, feeling Hazel try to shudder. "I am more than capable of taking care of them."
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This is the end of this book. Basically a crazy cliff hanger; I have thought amount expanding, but this book is so long and then next one explains what happened well enough.
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