The Irish weather sucked. It either rained or was cold. And cloudy and wet. Zafira hated it. Mevolent was furious with her for lying but he didn't torture her. She had basicallg gone off on him in Irish, English, and Spanish and he had let her. She knew she wasn't trusted and she planned to keep it like that. Javier was well trusted and rumors have it Mevolent may make him a general. As for Zafira, she preferred to be untrusted by Mevolent's forces. All that mattered was he trusted her. She stormed off through the castle utterly bored. She had about no patience to be here longer. She went to Mevolent himself. He was speaking to a few sorcerers who work with torturing prisoners. She waited until he beckoned her,
"I want to go home." She told him upfront. Mevolent shook his head,
"And why? Because you are a selfish person and can't realize I'm a Grand Mage? Do you think I can stand being so still? It's hard for me to be the follower. I've also been a leader. And it's hard for me to wait for YOU to decide when I can leave." She said. Mevolent's facial expression turned cold
"Do not speak to me like that, Zafira."
"I'll speak to you how you deserve it." She retorted. Mevolent's hand twitched.
"Go. Make any move against me I'll personally kill you."
"Thank you." She said and bowed. She went to Javier and told him they could go home. The happy couple left Ireland for Manhattan.
Manhattan a few hours later
Javier held Zafira in his arms. She was beautiful in his opinion. Even if he had to deal with her constantly being in danger it was a price worth paying to be with her. She was asleep at the moment. The shadows were around her protectively. She was so pretty in sleep. Her eyes opened,
"Javier? Whats up?" She asked. He smiled and kissed her cheek.
"Nothing my angel. Nothing of importance." He soothed. He kissed her again and they went into their bedroom. (You may take that however you please)
Long Island, New York City
Vidia Gaunt was searching for the clues in the home of a murder victim. She was apprenticed to Vinette Riddle and that was fine by her. She left the house and felt as if someone was following her. When she went into the alley she turned face to face with Nefarian Serpine.
"Oh my god."
Serpine pointed his red right hand at her, "Bad news from god, Vidia." She fell screaming in agony. Pain beyond anything. A light formed in her vision and she was dead. Serpine disposed of her body and left the alley casually and headed onward. One down as Mevolent wished.