News of factions forming and a war brewing reached the ears of Juliet Ambrosia. Vampire lines plotting to take down Original sirelines piqued her interest. With it having been almost a thousand years since she'd last seen her found family, Juliet de...
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"Tristan de Martel led and guided this organization for centuries. He was a radical thinker, a decisive leader, and – to each of you here tonight, both a mentor and a friend. He was in one word – disobedient. " At the Davilla Estate, Juliet had called a meeting with the Stryx colony just a few days after she had Elijah drop the green shipping container into the deepest depths of who knows.
She stood at the head of a very long wooden dining table as the rest of the associates sat, looking up at her with obedient stares. Aya, on the other hand, glared her way. The two women never did like each other; hell, it was because of Tristan that the stubborn vampire was still alive. But with him gone, Juliet questioned herself; why was Aya still alive? Alternative motives, Jules. Just be patient.
Marcel sat at the table next to her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips as the woman spoke. The two had had a good time for the last couple of nights as Juliet did her best to avoid the Mikaelson family. Not only had Marcel made her feel as though she was flying high on cloud nine, but he had – temporarily – forced Elijah out from her mind. Lifting his glass, Marcel called for a toast for the previous Stryx leader. It was Marcel's turn to receive a glare from Aya, giving him a suspicious look while the other associates raised their glasses before taking a sip.
"Though there is a grievance for his loss, we should not allow that defeat to damper our cause," Aya began. "We will stand united in the face of this tragedy – of singular mind and of singular heart." As she spoke, a plane, blonde-haired young woman wearing a black hooded cloak walked into the room and joined Aya who walked to the head of the table. Both Marcel and Juliet were intrigued by the young woman's presence. Within a mere second, Juliet could sense the power radiating off her body; a witch.
"To that end, I've asked our witch, Ariane, to conduct an assessment. Tell me, Ariane – when you looked into their hearts, what did you see?" Juliet raised a brow as she realized Aya had her own plan up her sleeves, something she was not fond of. It was because of ulterior motives which landed Tristan at the bottom of the ocean, pushed far back in Juliet's mind. Ariane and Aya looked around at the vampires seated before them, and they all looked curious – some slightly nervous. "Was it loyalty? Or something else?"
"Before each of you lies a card. A divination of your truest self. If your intentions are pure, you should not fear what it shows." With this, Marcel grew visibly nervous as he looked down at the plate before him, where a tarot card laid face-down. Aya walked over to the man to her left who turned the card over to reveal a Knight of Pentacles.
"A loyal knight," Aya announced, a smile on her lips. She walked to the next man who turned the card over. It, too, was a Knight of Pentacles. The next woman also had the same card. When Aya reached the man sitting directly across from Marcel, the man rose to his feet and spun so he was standing nose-to-nose with Aya.
"I owe no allegiance to you." The male vampire sneered at both Aya and Juliet. Before Aya could say anything, Juliet sped next to the man, her eyes slowly changing into her vampire red. "I will not follow a woman.
