"Miscalculation?" I laughed, loud and clear at the amusing comment. Lowering my head, my eyes grew serious and my deep frown only emphasized the words that left my mouth.
"You both know that your plans are only going to get fucked up if you don't figure out how to get Cassandra on your side. She's the only one out of the chosen four that you can control if you wish it. Or is it chosen five now?"
The man glared my way, and I shrugged.
"Did I say too much?"
"You shouldn't know shit," he growled.
“How could you expect me not to know what’s hidden behind closed doors? Especially because the woman in question seems to be in the dark about far more important things than her supernatural blood and royal background. Not to mention her older brother, who is hidden in the depths of a very extravagant prison way out in the lands of sand, water, and wealth.”
"I should get rid of you."
"I dare you to try," I seethed, the very walls of the prison beginning to tremble at my threat.
None of them spoke as the room returned to its still nature, bits of dust raining down around us. "You think because you're in a higher position that you can walk over any supernatural. But remember that I'm a god, a being that can't be killed easily by a few whips and bullets. You need me more than I need any of you, and my cooperation is out of my own personal desires and not to please your silly games of ridding the world of the weak and morphing it into an ideal home for the strong."
I'd said enough. I had a problem with my loud mouth when I got upset over shit like supremacy. People thought because I humbled myself down to guard clothing and mingling among humans that I couldn't bring the world down like the rest of the absolutes.
"Remember, I remain in slumber by choice. However, that can change at any time."
Deciding that I was now bored, I shrugged. "Deal with Omarion. I'm tired of this foreplay in Boringville."
The rushing switch made me groan, and I couldn't help but curse at the banging headache that followed.
Can you at least warn me before you decide to take control and talk smack?
"Fuck you."
Jeez. I can't even get along with my own damn dragon.
Returning to the present, I finally registered the man in front of me, which only confused me.
"Wait a minute. Who are-OOF!" I began, but something hit me hard in the neck, enough to make me collapse forward.
Another pinch of something at my neck was followed with a slow surge of icy cold liquid that made my body freeze.
All I could do was groan as my consciousness wavered.
"I'm impressed you lasted so long," Widow muttered. "You hate being talked down to."
"He's a cocky fucker, but I'm not a fool to deal with a god as of now. He's also reliable."
"Even with what he did to Cassandra?"
"If she's truly dead then his actions were valid. We don't have time for the weak."
"That's odd coming from you, under the circumstances."
"Stop prying into my business."
"Hmph," she replied. "The serum we injected into him will leave him unconscious for a few days. What do you want me to do with him? He can't stay here after what he committed, and with all the other madness happening with the missing Monarch and that prisoner who killed one of her masters, it's not a good idea to work here."
"Transfer him to the top prison."
"You want him at the same prison as the prince? Aren't you concerned in the slightest?"
"That boy won't bat an eye in his direction. He's still crying over spilled milk about the past. It'll be better to keep him there. Maybe one of those crazy supernaturals can kick some common sense into that dragon god on our behalf."
"And if one of them kills him?"
"Good riddance. We won't need to cover up his involvement."
"What shall we do now?"
"Inform those boys of their little girlfriend's death. Wait a few hours and purposely send a search team of guards to look throughout the island. If we can't find her body, we'll make a duplicate. Allow them to grieve, and then we'll plan a funeral to grab the attention of the human eye. That way, we can start to instill fear. We'll push forward with the kidnappings until we have the correct number. That's when we'll begin our plan."
"And what about the one who will carry out the villainous plot? The other supernaturals will be tougher to manipulate."
"We'll figure something out. If necessary, we'll find an outlaw who can step up to the plate and do as we ask. Once they get the experience of what it feels like to sit on a throne of evil, they'll be happy to follow our requests to remain there."
"You're pretty confident."
"We've come too far already. No one can stop what is planned for this world. No chosen four or five. Nor a bunch of supernatural hooligans who believe they are more powerful than I."
"Not even your children?"
The silence was followed with a hiss of agony.
"Speak that word again and I'll make sure to slice off that head of yours."
"Sorry, Your Majesty," Widow apologized.
"Ensure the memories of this encounter are erased from that god's mind. We can't let anyone screw this up. Let Doc do something. Also, ensure he's transferred over. No point of him remaining here with how things are going."
"What will happen with this prison, Your Majesty?"
"Give it time. Once our plans begin to roll in, clear this place out and place those worthy of captivity within these walls. By then, all the failures of this place will be rebuilt to perfection and the true world of captivity will be divinely imprinted along these walls. Now, get moving."
"Yes."
There were footsteps that faded before a low hiss of annoyance.
"How dare he. I'm the very reason this has all been possible. Tsk."
"W-Widow. My hands."
"Do I look like a healer to you? Get Doc to fix them and then come down and bring this imbecile to get his memories wiped of this incident. He'll be asleep for a while, but at least our plans will already be in motion."
"Do I get to kick him a few times?"
"Don't bother," she groaned. "I need him looking decent for the transfer. That prison of sand and money isn't like this dump of a moldy place. They have standards for their prisoners, and he needs to meet them once he's conscious."
"Alright," he muttered. "What should I do?"
"Search for the Monarch. She's our only lead right now and she's gone missing. That's not good for anyone. If she ascends to Absolute level, it'll fuck with our plans."
"What about the wolf?"
"I'm not worried about her. She's a misfit."
"Aren't you underesti-"
"Are you purposely wasting the oxygen within this cramped space on purpose?" she questioned. "I can arrange for your lungs to give up on you in seconds."
"My apologies, Ms. Widow." His voice quivered. "U-Uh, should I continue to look into the Nephilim?"
"Not necessary. If Doc is being transferred, chances are, he'll make that absolute go with him."