Azealia Raven took a much different path than she usually did. As the number of prisoners kept in the dungeons increased she was introduced to the various stairwells spiralling down to reveal more cells than she could have ever imagined. She had more than one person on her list today who she was anxious to meet. Of course, she'd heard many stories about these people. She took in a deep breath before stepping into view of the massive warlock imprisoned in front of her. He stood at least ten feet tall with muscles rippling all over his body and he glowered at her.
"Before you assume I'm here to persuade you to join the cause I'd like to offer you a counter-proposition. You join me and my cause and I will set you and your people free to go back to your home in peace." She spoke slowly and surely, trying not to crumble under his frighteningly powerful and watchful eyes.
"I assume that there is a catch." He said with a gravely low voice.
"The only requirement is that you fight with me. If you survive you are free to go as long as you promise not to disturb the peace again. We will leave you alone and you will leave us alone. Do we have a deal?" Azealia hesitate before holding her hand out and he blinked at her before shaking it. She felt her fingers trembling in his firm grip and he smirked at her.
That wasn't so hard, she thought, who's next?
She looked down at the ink she'd scrawled on her hand and braced herself. This one would be difficult. She knew that the time in the cell had not dimmed the blonde girl's arrogance by the way she approached the bars, hands-on-hips with a sneer on her lips.
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"Look at you in your elegant party gown. It's a bit much for the prisoners' dungeons, don't you think?" the girl practically snarled but Azealia kept her composure.
"What can I say? I have expensive taste." She said blandly on response.
"I've already said I don't want to help you. I have no interest in your plans." The girl – well, young woman – shook her head.
"Then I guess it's lucky for you I'm not here to preach the cause you think I'm here to preach." Azealia rolled her eyes at this girl's stubbornness.
"Then what cause are you trying to sell to me? Perhaps a fashion line?" the woman quipped.
"Actually, I propose that you join my army. I ask this of you in complete confidence, of course. My terms are simple. Your magic is unstable, and this stops people from wanting to let you free. I can help. I can grant you a gift. A gift that will stabilize your powers, help you to be able to control them. Your side of the deal is that you join me, and you promise that afterward, you won't cause any trouble. You'll stay out of our way. What do you say?" Azealia stated her terms and she knew from the shift in the woman's eyes that there was no refusing her offer.
"How are we going to go about this. They're not just going to let me go." She said.
"Well, you're wrong there. They are." Azealia smiled.
