Post by Felicia Soler on Jun 12, 2013 0:37:58 GMT -5
Lux aeterna Luceat eis domine
In aeterna quia pius est
Lux aeterna Luceat eis domine
In aeterna quia pius est
Luceat eis et lux petpetua
luceat eis domine
In aeterna quia pius est
Lux aeterna Luceat eis domine
In aeterna quia pius est
Luceat eis et lux petpetua
luceat eis domine
Hotel Angelis
Upper Penthouse Suite
Las Vegas, Nevada
Upper Penthouse Suite
Las Vegas, Nevada
[dropcap]Apparently, both she and her mother agreed that she needed a well-deserved weekend away from the twins and the monotony of married life. Once again having children had forced her to settle down, and while she loved her husband and their babies with all her heart, time alone was something she cherished. All of the Rahal women did. The time they spent alone was never without purpose, and what she had in store was something that her family had been carefully concocting for aeons.
By their very nature, there were times when they needed to be secretive. With all the advances in modern technology, being secretive was becoming more and more difficult to do. It was nearly impossible to escape the sway of the Rahal name regardless of where she went. Either her mother or one of her distant relatives had graced the four corners of the globe with their presence, leaving scientific and technological advancements in their wake. In some ways she envied her daughter, Nireva. Felicia had intentionally kept her shielded from her birthright for as long as she could. Against her instincts as a mother, she'd left her child to fend for herself after nearly two and a half decades of time together. Though Nireva didn't know it—or if she did, she was hiding it very well—Felicia always knew where she was, and was always close enough to intervene in case the peasants came running with pitchforks raised and torches blazing.
There would always be forces in the world who sought to control godsends, just as there would always be certain individuals who made it their life's work to hunt them down and kill them. Her kind had always needed a safe haven to retreat to when the world turned against them. Now that she'd once again entered motherhood, she felt the deep, primal need to protect what was her own. Powerless individuals could never be trusted and would always attempt to find new and creative ways to harness the powers of their godsend counterparts. There were countless examples of this happening during the course of her own life, and it was something she hoped her children never had to endure.
They would need to start small. Full out coups rarely ended well for the initiating party. Her mother had already planted the seeds they would need to sow by aligning herself with the Jung Facility. Inaki was well on his way to climbing up the Company hierarchy, and she'd brushed shoulders with some of the most highly-decorated military officers. Her lips and sweet words could ply the ear of any politician, though politics was child's play. Laws and morality were held together by the thinnest of threads, and it was a miracle that human society had lasted for as long as it had.
She stood gazing out over the entirety of the Las Vegas strip, barefoot, and holding a dark green unmarked bottle in her hand. Before she left, she would have to properly thank the Johessman's for leaving her the suite for a week as she collected her thoughts. Inaki was somewhere across the country working on a mission with the Company; she'd explain everything to him later. Her mother had taken a temporary leave of absence with Lilka to look after the twins. Even though she knew that her children were in good hands, it was still difficult to part with them. That was one aspect of immortality that she'd never really been able to cope with. Goddess-willing this time around if her children were gifted as she was, she wouldn't feel the need to flee once they reached an age of self-sufficience.
The pleasant ringing of the doorbell drew her attention back to the penthouse. Lifting the bottle to her lips, she drank from it for a moment and set it down on the glass table nearest the pool. The sun was starting to set and cast a reddish-golden glow over the desert spanning before her. It was a place that she'd always felt drawn to, though she called the woodlands of Hungary her home. Something about the desolation of the desert excited her knowing that only the strongest and deadliest creatures could prevail in a landscape that appeared incredibly bleak at first glance. But looks were always deceiving.
“The door's open,” she called on her way into the kitchen. There were two bottles set out on the counter underneath the cupboard where the wine glasses were kept. A bottle of 2002 Bond Saint Eden—not her favourite cabernet by far, but it came in handy in a pinch—and another unmarked green bottle she'd left heating up in a pot of tepid water on the stove. She took the two bottles in hand and snagged two empty crystal goblets from the cupboard overhead. “Make yourself at home. I was just outside spitting over the banister and hoping to hit a tourist.” She walked back out to the pool and set both bottles and glasses down before she seated herself on a chintz, padded lawn chair. Curling her legs to one side, she leaned forward and poured herself a glass from the unmarked bottle. The liquid inside had a consistency that reminded her of syrup being poured out of a hot container. It was nearly black in colour and gave off a faint coppery and light herbal scent.
Felicia leaned back in her chair, finally relaxed enough to pay attention to the dark-haired young man seated in front of her. “If you want food, order room service. I don't cook for people I'm not presently sleeping with. Or if you want to make me something to cater to my whims, the kitchen is right there.” She gestured at the kitchen that was clearly visible from where they sat on the patio. “So where's Evelyn? The last time I remember seeing her was when her head was between my legs. Shame I didn't get to see much more of her. From what I remember, she has a really pretty face.” Felicia raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Then again, the last I remember seeing you was between my legs as well. Funny, that.” She paused, chuckling quietly to herself. Okay, that was enough. There were actually serious things they needed to discuss that didn't involve the placement of their faces against various sets of genitals (though that had been quite an enjoyable night).
“You and I are two very enterprising individuals mostly out for our own self-interest. We're also family, however distantly related. Having been born into our rather strange clan comes with a number of responsibilities. Thankfully, you're not immortal, so you don't have to shoulder very many of them.” She swirled the dark liquid around in her glass and took a sip. It tasted somewhere halfway between juniper and vervain. Spicy with a light, dry aftertaste. “Right now—at the risk of sounding all conspiracy theory-ish and cliché—we're on the brink of birthing a brave new world, new world order, whatever the hell you want to call it. The world is constantly in flux, and living in it with the abilities we possess is becoming more and more difficult since there will always be painfully normal and boring humans in the world who give into their jealousy in any number of asinine ways that will eventually end up getting them killed. Probably by me, because my tolerance for ignorant and stupid people is quite thin, and I don't exactly have a glowing track record for putting up with petty bullshit.
“We're looking to form a new organisation that would span the globe because just as there are thousands if not millions of humans wanting to hunt us down and execute our families, there are thousands of individuals like us who want to slay humanity. My mother did that at one point in the very distant past to reset the balance of the world. Mass epidemics and executions certainly have their place in history, but I'd like to think that we've overcome that by now.
“The world doesn't need a new world order. What it needs is a counterpoint to the madness. We have the ability to give normal people powers—we also need the ability to take them away, transfer them, store them, or force them to go dormant for a set period of time. We need assassins and enforcers to maintain the masquerade and keep the peace. And we need someone with your particular expertise who can manipulate the masses. As it is right now, the world is being born back into darkness like it was hundreds of years ago where godsends were considered witches and minions of Satan. They might be using other words to describe us now, but the underlying sentiment is the same.
“We also need a public face. The structure has already been built, and a number of our plans have already been in place for several years. The near destruction of the Vatican, the near levelling of Atlanta, the obliteration of Phoenix—all of these things happened for a reason, though on the surface they only looked like chaos. Each of these events brought about a subtle but monumental change to civilization and society the entire world over. Best of all, most people still haven't recovered from any of these events, and they are still seeking a guiding light.”
Some secret societies like the Illuminati weren't secret at all. This one would be different. “Given your winning personality and your uncanny ability to control the minds of others, I thought you would be an ideal candidate to shoulder the mantle, if you would be so obliged.”[/dropcap]
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ф ф Word count: 1686
ф ф Mood: My breath smells.
ф ф Outfit: This.
ф ф Lyrics / Quote: Lux Aeterna, Libera
ф ф Illustrations: None.
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