A single figure reclined in solitude beneath the azure depths, her mind twisting in a spontaneous and contradicting array of thought and conspiracy. Her eyes contained a slight glimmer that had shone in their depths for almost an eternity as they stared out into the darkness. Darkness she had surrounded herself with. Blue hair flowed around her ivory skinned face like fine silk as she turned her head slightly, beginning to awaken from her daze. So long she had remained in solitude, isolating herself in her own prison and shutting herself away from all of the duties of her race.
All of those insolent fools had always assumed that she had gone mad from all they had put her through. Those stupid, weak minded fools! So long now she has plotted her revenge against the ones she blame for it all. Silently, she was glad that they had not died along with the others. That would have been a shame, death was too good for them! They should be made to suffer as she had, perhaps worse.
A malicious smile played across her pale lips as she slid back against her seat, wrapping her arms around her slender form as a laugh began to shake her. She threw her head back in a shrill laugh that resounded with hysteria and bounded throughout the emptiness. "Oh, how I've waited for this day to come!" She held out a single slender hand and formed two balls of energy that floated to the middle of the floor and grew into illusions of two people.
One was a seemingly young man who wore very dignified clothing and carried himself with an air of authority and properness. His cold, emotionless eyes stared with the intensity of someone ruthless and cold. Black hair was smoothed back neatly on his head which was tilted with a cautious demeanor.
The other was a young woman who had the stance of a predator on the hunt. She held a wine glass in one hand as her other hand rested playfully against her shapely hips. Her clothes were revealing and the grin on her face seethed with a smugness that sank into your bones. Red eyes looked out of the lightest lilac locks and held a bit of bored arrogance as well as maliciousness.
The woman scowled at the pair of illusions with a gleam in her eyes that simply demanded death and destruction. "First," she said in a soft silky voice, speaking to the illusions as if they were real. "I shall do to yours what you have done to me." Narrowing her eyes she forced the forms to shimmer and change. Now where once a young woman and a man stood a young man and a young girl.
The woman regarded the new forms with a sadistic mirth that filled the atmosphere around her with a foreboding chill. "Kilana," the voice called out with a calmness that did not reach her ever tormented soul. When the next figure appeared, it was not an illusion.
"Yes, mistress?" The new figure bowed her head with respect, her short green locks falling forward over her eyes. "What do you wish of me?"
The woman lifted a lithe finger and gestured toward the pair of illusions, "I assume that you know who they are." It wasn't a question.
Kilana lifted her eyes and gazed at the figures with an emotionless and almost bored expression on her face. "Those would be my targets mistress. Then I assume that you are finally ready to set your plans into motion?" Her eyes studied the figures meticulously and filed them into her mind for later use. How strange, that such harmless looking creatures could be so very powerful. Then again her own slender form looked fragile and was every bit as deceiving. Perhaps more so in a slightly less obvious way.
Her mistress nodded towards her assumption with approval, "Very good. I am indeed ready to end all of this." Her eyes sparked for a moment with something before returning to their previous state. "For now, go and observe... things will begin to fall into place. I'll make sure of that." She smirked, a slightly glazed look coming over her eyes. "They will probably look a bit different then these replicas. It has been a very long time since I last saw them."
"Mistress," Kilana began in a flat monotone voice, "what of the items you wish..."
"I said go," the woman said in a cold voice, "I shall give you all that you need when the time arises. Do not worry about that. Go!"
Bowing lowly, Kilana shimmered and disappeared. The woman only glanced at the spot her servant had once been and stood slowly. She slinked slowly to the two illusions with and almost serpentine grace. She reached a hand out slowly and touched one of the figures throats, "Oh yes... very soon." The figures dissipated like smoke as she slashed her hand through them before walking back into the darkness; her laughter resounding in the madness.
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