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Imperia doesn’t reply and turns into a cloud of bats that fly off toward the moon.

(Later)

After many hours of flying Imperia finally reaches the Covenant castle. She wasted no time locating Aleric.

“My Lord, I bring to you a trade agreement with a small town I just visited.” Imperia bows.

“Oh?” Aleric raises an eyebrow, as he sits regally upon his throne, legs crossed. “Do tell, my faithful Imperia.”

“It is where Jorge has decided to hang his armor. It is a small, unassuming place that-“

“What, value are they? What do we gain?” Aleric interrupts.

Imperia doesn’t respond. She instead pulls out the agreement papers and shows them to Aleric. The Lord looks over the parchment, the further his eyes traveled down the paper, the more agitated they became.

“What is this?” Aleric asks in an aggressive tone.

“It is the trade pap-“

Imperia is cut off as Aleric strikes her with the back of his hand.

“I can see that Imperia! You think me incompetent?!” He barks. “I can tell what this is. What I can’t understand is why we are giving away our resources for almost free! This town is worthless to me! Nothing about it draws favor! A puddle on a cobblestone street, nothing more.”

“Please, my Lord. It would benefit the town.” Imperia stands, holding her struck cheek.

“The damned town is of no interest to me! Nor it’s simpleminded populace! You failed me Imperia. What troubles me the most is that you wouldn’t have made such a deal if Armata still sat upon this throne.” Aleric sneers.

“Forgive me, my lord.” Imperia bows.

“It’s that bastard Jorge, isn’t it?” Aleric growls.

Imperia says nothing, looking away from the aggravated Vampire Lord.

“It is. No wonder you made such a pitiful deal. You did it because you love him.” Aleric rises out of his seat, tossing the paper to the floor. “Perhaps your judgement wouldn’t have been compromised if you weren’t acting like a bitch in heat? You let your wants interrupt our stability.”

Aleric reaches out and grabs Imperia by the bun of her hair, jerking her head back. The Vampiress shouts in pain from the unhinged tug.

“I outta rip you open as a punishment. Maybe give you to the garrison soldiers to do as they please with your body....” Aleric looks over Imperia with disdain and disappointment. “No.” He says softly, letting her go.

“I’m not a savage.” Aleric returns to his throne, picking up the trade paper on his way. He rereads the paper and smiles. “Very well. I’ll be generous this once. I’ll sign the papers and send them out myself. There must be something worth my wealth in that town. In the meantime, I suggest you reevaluate your judgement, Imperia. Or I’ll find someone more suited to do your job. Someone who isn’t clouded by desire.”

“Yes, my Lord. Thank you, my lord.” Imperia bows.

“Now get out of my sight.” Aleric waves.

Imperia bows again, and walks out of the throneroom. Once she is alone in a dark corridor she falls to her knees and begins to cry. Her body shakes and her makeup runs from her tears. As she looks up, the dark figure of Cerberus is staring down at her, his piercing red eyes looking over her. Imperia scrambles back several feet in fear. Cerberus says nothing and walks pass her, leaving her to her own.