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I howled, and bit down on the rough piece of wood with all my might. Ash had always been a bit of a bastard. The whiskey didn’t do me any good, either, as he pulled the Raven’s wing tattoo from the aching flesh shoulder. Blood welled at my gums, and tears trickled down my cheek. Pain was harder to shut out.

She had sent me back to Raven as a mockery, to taunt him, believing I was his toy. If His plan was to come to fruition, I would have to deal with Ash, and his pleasure in watching young girls squirm against his knives and needles.

But he never asked questions, and more importantly he never gave answers. He also never, ever bartered. It wasn’t just about the quality of the work, which wasn’t always the best you could find. But, he was worth the high price.

I paid him his due gold, and left. I had to take the chance that She wasn’t having me followed; then again, He had been right. She was conceited. Isis would have believed that she had swallowed my heart, and made it completely hers.

But He would be interested to know, I thought, that that conceit was well deserved. Her power had almost engulfed the whole of me.

She had almost burned away all that was me. I had Tapped, and pulled myself within the woven ball in my mind, to preserve. It had kept me from losing my mind, and had guaranteed my loyalty to my Father. Usually it was an easy trick, and had been the first He’d taught me.

This time her sultry voice and intoxicating perfume had all but burned away the string I was to pull, to release my true self. It was something that always plauged the back of my mind. Now it was time to play Raven into the game, as I already had the Cat boiling to Dance, and those faint fears bubbled up again.

I knew what had awaited the other who had failed Him. He’d failed to see the Serpent or Horror dead. Both had lived, despite my Master’s wishes. Now his soul was steeped forever in the heart of Evil, and things I didn’t even care to know. But I was well aware that the Great River could do more than just burn one’s passion. I had no desire to join him.

She’d given me Raven’s locale, but I had known it before I ever set foot upon her soil. The Great Unseen One, the Dark Lord, the Shadow Keeper, my Master, He Who Bore Me, kept His eye on all of them.

Isis the Cat was sure that I was Raven’s property; the tattoo and her own confidence had betrayed her better judgment. I smiled, at Lassie’s memory of that, and shivered quietly at how close the Great Cat had come to learning of her Master’s existence.

That would be worse than failure.

I was glad she hadn’t asked directly, Lassie had been too strong in Her grip, and almost hadn’t set Lena free. My lustier half might have looked into my weave, and gave away my true Master. She’d seen the planted tattoo, and it conjured up her boiling blood. Her anger had done the rest. Father had been right, again. He always was.

I couldn’t help but feel uneasy, as I headed out of that place, and headed to board the plane to Greenland. Something was missing.

The manor gates were locked, as they always had been. Even from the cold, barren drive the gruesome gargoyles eyed viciously down upon whatever victims might dare creep into the protected grounds. The Eye of Odin stared back through the ancient wrought-iron bars, the ancient and favorite symbol of the Lord of this place. My fingers curled, but I was not scared.

I had seen more gruesome things in my day. I may not have been born Eternal, like the Old Evils I now manipulated in the name of the Shadow Keeper, but I was too far from human.

The cold landscape in the courtyard was barren. But he still knew he had a visitor. The box grafted into the ancient stone pillar that encompassed the bars of cold iron buzzed with static, cracks, and hisses. “State your business,” the crotchety voice on the other end demanded.

Raven’s eye was keen, I’d been told. He could sense the mark of the Kin from a hundred leagues away. Still, I wasn’t quite yet prepared to face him now. For a moment, I was caught off-guard.

My chest swelled, “Tapestry sent me,” I lied with conviction. “With information about Cat.” Slowly, I weaved my mind again, allowing that lie to become truth. To allow all I would say to be truth. Again, I was no longer Lena.

The crackling continued, but the old voice of anger on the other end was stilled, silent for a long moment. “Then enter, Bitch,” the old bird spat. “But I warn you; if you’re one of Cat’s little cunts, you’re already dead. She has no power here, and she knows it.” A sneer of validation. He was just as conceited as Cat was, and twice as ornery.

Slowly, the gates parted. For a moment, I felt like I was in some godforsaken B rated movie. The rusted iron creaked, and groaned. The dark road beyond made the manor look like something Vlad the Impaler would find comfort in. I grinned to myself, and walked with assurance up the drive as the gates closed behind me.

I’d been waiting for hours.

I had to admit, the old prick certainly had taste. Exotic and rich tapestries decorated the walls, and furniture that would’ve fetched more than just a pretty penny in the few rooms I managed to catch a glimpse of.

I looked over at the ‘escort’, who’d met me at the door and brought me here. He was athletically fit, tall, suave, and dark. He was dressed in black, and his mouth, nose, and ears had been decoratively studded in silver. Perhaps under other circumstances, I would have weaved my desire about him, and consumed him in a delicious tryst. He’d probably been Changed so he could only get it up for his Lord. Still, it didn’t hurt to dream and pass the time.

I didn’t dare flaunt the Talent of the Gypsy Blood, here, in Raven’s home. I was here on a peacefull errand, and Tapestry wouldn’t like Raven getting angry with her. And somehow I doubted I’d get too far, before the silver magnum he kept trained on me unloaded its lead poison into my skin. As I said, I might burn with the Blood, but I was far from Eternal. Bullets were still deadly to mortals such as I.

A voice interrupted the boredom, and silence, suddenly. Apparently I’d been drifting in thought. For the second time, the bastard had caught me off-guard.

“What do they call you, Bitch?” he asked. The silver tipped cane in his hand thudded onto the oaken floor, and his black-in-black eyes gazed hard at me.

I gazed back at him with equal ferocity, and dignity. He was the intimidating sort, with refined and old features. “She calls me Luna,” I breathed.

He leaned forward; the bright silver hair atop his head seemed frozen, even against the dull breeze from the cracked window. Wisdom was in that old face. Wisdom, and power. “I call you Bitch,” he informed me. “And since you’re my guest, and I assume you want to live, that’s what you’ll answer to. Understand, Bitch?”

He was asserting his dominance. But, he was right; I wanted to live. I was here to play a more dangerous game than even his dark mind could dream. “Yes, My Lord.” I pushed Lena back further, enveloping Bitch and Luna.

He smiled at that, his teeth showing. It was a genuine, sincere smile of appreciation; it showed I knew him, and his tastes. That didn’t make the smile any less gruesome.

Lifting the cane off the floor, he parted my legs with its tip, “Good,” he said, apparently deciding what yet to make of me.

He reached out and touched my face with butter soft gloves, and pulled at my tits through the silk shirt. I watched his pleasure, as they stiffened to attention for him. “Undress,” he harshly commanded.

I ducked my head, making my submission obvious to him. The skirt slid off easily, as did the silken shirt. I knew he didn’t allow those that were his to wear anything beneath, and again I had prepared for this.

The cold metal end of the cane poked at my exposed cunt, pushing against it. I moaned, softly, and squirmed.

“Kneel,” he ordered, voice cold and calculating. He was still suspicious. To his Will, I fell to my knees, tucking my hands behind me, and locking my wrists together. I thrust my chest up at him, my nipples engorged with the sweet tension of arousal. I waited.

He removed both of his gloves, casually, and pushed them into his dark suit’s pockets. His large frame moved towards me, as I knelt there, chilled, trying not to shiver. I squirmed, uneasily.

He pressed his fingers into my eyelids, roughly. The pain was horrid.

“Cat has betrayed me,” Angela Montgomery swore, quietly. “I don’t care how old that Egyptian Whore is. I gave her my honor, and she thought to steal it from me to serve her own purposes. I want you to go to Greenland. Give this note to Raven. It’s what he’s been looking for.

I bowed, kissing those sweet, dark feet of hers. “Of course, Mistress,” I said, burning with desire. “I would do anything for you. I would die for you,” I told her, my eyes wet. “But Raven?”

She laughed, in bitter amusement. “Raven hates her as much as I hate Horror. Perhaps more.”

She nodded, pleased at my dedication to her, and stroked my hair as I pressed my face up to her thighs. She began to read the cards, again. I couldn’t ever remember her seeing her so angry. I nuzzled again, working my way into her legs. Mistress had to relax...

I felt myself thrown to the floor, naked, and shuddering at the violence of his Power ravaging my memories. It was hard to hide things from Memory and Thought. Raven was sitting in a chair across from me, watching. His eyes were yet darker than they had been before. Quietly, and stiffly, the old bastard asked, “What note is this?”

I licked my lips, and squeezed my thighs together. “If it pleases my Lord?” I asked, nodding to the crumpled pile of clothes I’d so recently wriggled out of.

He nodded his silver head, and leaned back, unzipping his suit pants, patting his leg. It didn’t take much to see what he wanted. On hands and knees, I first crawled to retrieve the note from a hidden pocket in my skirt. Playfully, I stuck it in my mouth for no particular reason, and crawled back over to him, offering it up to my Lord.

Again, the gruesome smile of dry amusement. Wordlessly, he pushed me down, forcing me to engulf him, the bittersweet taste of old sex, and hot flesh dancing on my liquid tongue.

The Blood within him stirred as he read the script on the paper. Laughter rolled in his belly as I swallowed the strands of saliva that stretched from his engorged root to my hungry lips. Beaming in pleasure, I licked his shaft, and brought his seed forth, washing my face in his potency.

We were not four hundred feet from the borders of Egypt and Libya. Now collared, and at his feet, the Raven and I waited, for the return of the messenger who had gone to the Closed Club, with the offer of the Dance.

Three of his favoured guard stood behind us, armed with the weapons of war. I was not sure what his plans were, but, his self-confidence was scripted over his features.

His dark smile suggested he knew that Cat wouldn’t refuse his call.

The sun burned my skin, I naked; and Raven and his guard still in their dark clothes could only have been sweltering, I guessed. The mortals shifted uneasily, but knew better than to take action without their Lord’s instructions. Raven’s mind was elsewhere. I could see, feel, the hunger of his soul. There was more than just a bitter rivalry here.

Hours passed, before the dust cloud in the horizon suggested movement. His eyes narrowed into it, and he smiles. “And here comes that Cunt now. Bitch, you can stay. I want you to tell Tapestry of this great Dance.” I swallowed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to, but I had little choice, now.

She came, in a chariot; four dusky pony girls heading it up. Their mouths were bound in bits, and the harnesses seemed to be rigged to squeeze their small breasts, each nipple pulled taut, and clamped with tiny bells. Dark leather straps pulled tightly against each one’s shaven sex, hooked into the tension of the harness behind.

My cunt watered at the thought of that effect. They shifted on their odd boots, curved and laced high; made so they were to walk only on the ends of their feet, like beautiful, curving hooves, their legs looked sensually like horses, ankles and heels in the air unable to touch the ground. I bit my lip, as Isis the Cat dismounted from her Holy Chariot. Her eyes burned with unnatural, unholy energy.

Raven didn’t balk.

“Leave!” Her Voice rang through the air, forcefully. “Or I will cut you down, Raven. You aren’t too old to forget what I did to the Lord of the Brine. Do you really want to end up like him? Your blood feeding my garden? It’s been long since my soil has tasted the life force of our Kin. It would surely welcome yours.”

Raven didn’t respond, save pointing his cane. He ignored the two of his once elite guard that had responded to the Power of her Words, and fled. The automatic rifle sang from the one guard whose will she hadn’t broken. Angry bullets started cutting down the four beautiful bound ponies to the ground

Raven ran.

Cat followed.

I was forgotten. Smiling to myself, I tugged on the nagging thread that dangled in my head, and again, unraveled myself into being again. I moved quietly, and swiftly, to watch my Master’s plan play itself out to the end. One of these two would die, today.

I could not move as swiftly as the two Old Ones, but my feet were swift enough, and I had enough of the Old Ones in me to allow me to see the steam of smoke rising from the forest, masked to mundane eyes. Isis’ power was Egypt, and she was not half the Power outside of her own land. My Master knew this, and had divulged that secret to Raven. Now that bastard was leading her out of her own turf, using her anger as bait.

She and Raven had been at violent odds for ages, now. Few Ancients, even those who had no quarrel with her, dared to step onto her land without gaining her gift of safe passage. And those even fewer Evils that had dared to take, destroy, or scar any of that which was hers, ... as far as I knew, their line was long since extinct. Raven had pushed her over the age, and in her fury, she was likely to forget her limits.

Then My Master could extend his tendrils to his neighboring land, finally, and gain Egypt within his mighty grasp. I shivered, at the reward I would get for this.

Their battle wasn’t hard to find, as I crossed the threshold of Egypt, back into my own homeland of Libya. A small part of the Shadow Keeper’s Domain. I knew, now, that He was watching this as well. I could Feel it. I couldn’t help but smiling, reveling justifiably in my success.

Power, and blood spewed across the landscape, the true nature of this battle tangible only to the eyes of the Kin. Others, like Raven’s servants and any of the ponygirls who managed to survive would only see their Master and Mistress engaging in the swift, awesome flow of hand-to-hand combat.

Those mortal eyes would miss the terrible, violent storm of the River, that threatned to rip each other in half.

Clothing was torn asunder as the two fought, unable to withstand the Power of such Old Evils, blows vicious in their fury. I swallowed, and ducked behind the brush; disbelieving at how powerful Cat still was, even taken away from the touch of Gaea. It was an even battle between Bitter Raven, and Angry Cat.

I saw the doubt flicker in Raven’s mind, he thought defeating her off her soil would be easier. That single thought of hesitation was all Cat needed to send him to the ground with a blast of her Voice, and break his jawbone. She was utterly spent, but her gambit had won her this Dance. She pinned him to the ground, and I grinned again.

All right, so Cat one. At least one of them is still gone. It was only His Preference for Cat to be the one to go. His Plan will still come to pass.

He spat, in old Norse something I couldn’t quite grasp, but the venom of the words was hard to miss. Isis, however, seemed to understand perfectly.

She withdrew, the fury of the fires of hell on her eyes and lips.

FUCK!

Isis’ anger was legendary. I knew all her old tales, and in none of them did she do this!

FUCK!

She said something back, in ancient Norse to him. He nodded, though he hardly looked happy. Pulling himself up, I’d swear he still wanted to kill her.

I’d been taught to read people, and now I could see that somehow, they’d both realized they’d been manipulated.

FUCK!

I slinked off, as quickly as I could. The old Spider would not be happy, and I didn’t look forward to telling Him of the destruction of his carefully orchestrated plot, and my failure to execute it.

He’d given me the chance to back out in the hotel. I was too sure of myself, and he would surely put me in my place. That thought I dreaded. But, he couldn’t afford to lose me so easily, and even he had underestimated Cat.

He’d just have to acknowledge that.

Angela Montgomery picked up the phone. She was slightly amused, few ever found need to call her. Or wanted to. It was usually the other way around, with entertaining results. “Hello?” she asked, curiously.

“Read the cards,” the quiet, Old voice asked. It was clear she was fighting back venom not meant for Angela.

She blinked, once. This was highly unexpected. “Cat?” She asked, unsure. She hadn’t heard from the Temple in years.

“Raven and I were just played like old flutes,” Cat hissed. Even through the science of the phone lines, Angela could feel the vague, quiet tendrils of power in that Great One’s voice. “I want to know who’s behind it. Our regular arrangement stands. You may have free passage through my land, when you have need of it.”

Angela paused, then, walked to the old table where her cards were lain out. This didn’t feel right. But by her own whims couldn’t refuse a fairly bartered call for her Talent. She frowned to herself, uneasy, and pulled the card off the deck, laying it face down.

A cold feeling dripped over her, like dusty sleet.

The voice was dry. “Tapestry?” The voice on the other end of the phone asked, insistently. Cat wasn’t the type to wait.

“The Tower,” Angela managed, her voice was also dry.

The other end of the phone quieted as well. Silence hung against the soft crackle of international lines.

Isis spoke first. “The Tower?” She asked, perhaps sensing the uneasiness in Angela’s tone. “That isn’t a person! That’s the card of conflict between us. Are you saying the Fallen Tower has been a person all these years? Who the hell would it be!?”

Angela Montgomery swallowed. She closed her eyes and ran a finger over the card. She’d never much liked reading this card. Now she felt the small ripple of an error that somehow now revealed another layer to the card’s meaning. Was it a person? The reading wasn’t in error. The wrongness was somewhere else and had exposed the breath of something older. “I don’t know,” she admitted.

The phone was silent, left dangling off its extension.

I moved into the underground cavern, and held my breath as I faced Him. His huge dark form swiveled in the chair he rarely moved from. His bloated stomach swelled even more, and I could only imagine he’d found and dined on another few poor miners who had accidentally blundered into these sacred passageways.

The dark skin stretched, smoothly in that bulge. It wasn’t layers of loathsome fat, but more like a pregnant woman’s swell. Unwholesome on a male, yet at the same time strangely sensual.

The glazed third eye atop his forehead closed, and the membrane swallowed it up, hiding it into his features. His voice was low, and calm.

“You failed me,” he said, quietly.

I fidgeted. “I —,” I swallowed. “Even you!” I said, suddenly, “Even you thought Raven would beat Cat outside her own turf! It should have worked!”

His large hands moved forward, to grip the ends of the chair, as he shifted within it. He was uneasily silent. I felt myself trembling, but I stood my ground. If I were to die, I wouldn’t beg for mercy.

“Agreed,” he said, smoothly. I didn’t bother to hide my surprise.

“That’s why I’m going to let you live, at least another day, my child. But, Tapestry has my breath, now. I must work to hide myself again. To all, I am long since destroyed, before even Ancient Scarab fell. Lady Scorpion is thought to own these lands, not I. You have caused much trouble. You know the price.” Lazily, he pointed to the cage. I shivered. Only the River knew how long I’d spend in there this time.

Hanging, suspended in the closed cage, I cradled the pack against myself. I hated this place. It was so cold. I wasn’t allowed to speak. And he rarely directed thoughts to me, and so ignored my doings.

I smiled, inwardly to myself. There was an escape. His eye was open, and I doubted it would close around me anytime soon. I wove Lena away, distant, until she was needed again.

A soft brush of fur touched my hand. I blinked, and peered inside.

Warmth flooded my blood. I shivered, in anticipation, as I worked its length in. I was hot.

Suddenly, the world was right, as right as it could be. I pulled my tail against myself, quietly, and dreamt of Her scent.

I was hot. But She. Oh-

She was scalding.