An emergency meeting is held by the Royal Council after the chaos that occurred over the weekend, especially the particular events that occurred outside the hospital.
Originally their concern was that the Initials involved were somehow responsible for troubling the peace with the humans but their opinions and the overall conversation take a sharp turn after receiving most, if not all, of the facts.
Together, they've been locked in the same room for hours arguing about a myriad of concerns and obstacles but for the most part no one can decide on their next steps.
There are those amongst them that would use this as an excuse to go to war, or at the very minimum shed a little blood but that would only defeat their purpose of remaining out of human affairs as much as possible.
War is an option they would rather avoid but the Professor agrees that something must be done about the Church of Babylon eventually.
He imagines they must be licking their wounds after the licking Cloud gave them but sooner or later they will return.
After all, evil never rests for long.
The meeting soon dissolves, scheduled to reconvene the day after tomorrow but the Professor is already executing his own plans off stage.
He hides in the shadows, being forced to wait for his opportunities to strike when his target, the illustrious Esme Golnar, is swept up into a conversation with the Supreme.
They speak in hushed voices with up turned smiles but the Professor can't help but notice the way Esme squints her eyes.
If he didn't know better, he'd think the young Royal would consider making an attempt on the woman chosen by the Creator.
Catrien tilts her head towards her personal guard, letting him whisper something into her ear before taking three steps back.
"It's been lovely seeing you again Esme." she announces, placing a gloved hand on Esme's shoulder, catching the attention of the others in the room..
"Likewise."
The Supreme smiles in response, taking the hand of the guard and letting him guide her out, leaving like the seasoned pro at the game of cat and mouse she is
The Professor wonders how large the rift between the two of them will grow or if they will ever get past their mutual distaste for one another.
Without the Supreme's telepathy, some of the non-English speaking Initials begin talking in an array of colourful languages.
Her telepathy, whilst dangerous to be near, has also been incredibly useful in the strengthening and development of relations between the Initials from world's not of their own.
But in the end she, just like those before her, is just another tool made available to him in his effort to fulfil his dream of reuniting the splintered pieces of Earth Realm.
"No!" Esme utters sternly like a mother scolding her child, glaring at the Professor as he prowls towards her.
"No?"
"I never had the pleasure of going to your school, but my father told me stories about you." she replies, taking a secure step away from the Professor when they come face to face.
"Stories?"
"The trickster who always dresses like a businessman." she answers, her eyes focusing on the Professor's expertly tailored jacket and his expensive silks and leathers. "Many fear your power."
He grins at the fact, his canines looking sharper than usual. "True-"
"But my father was more afraid of your tongue and the lies that slip off it so easily."
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The Initials | Nanowrimo 2023
Fantasy[Book 1 in the Displaced Angels Series] "You took the life of my best friend, made her life a living hell...so I took your building and everything inside, and turned it into ash." °°° Being abducted the first time was already crazy enough, but twice...
