Rainer hated Victorine, perhaps more than he had hated Malum. But she did not deserve the same fate as her brother.
Æonex's eyes were deep pools of purple-black crystal that were presently narrowed in contempt for everyone and everything around him.
“Victorine Elizabeth Ego, sister to the Twelfth Earl Malum, I deem thou....worthy.” He muttered to her.
“Do not believe a word he has said about me. Viscountess of Valerium doth not suit thy radiance...What about Countess of Narciss? Thou would be the Thirteenth Sovereign of the region.”
This garnered visible confusion, Malum had referred to himself as both the Eleventh and Twelfth Earl while his master had called him the Twelfth. But there had only been eleven rulers of Narciss: Earl Ego the Great Unifier, Earl Emeric the Egotistical, Countess Seraphina the Wise, Earl Aurum the Ineffectual, Countess Icaria the Fair, Earl Magnus the Mighty, Countess Nyctra the Great, Earl Ignatius the Undready, Earl Maximillian-Bigot the Magnificent, Earl Preen the Reformer, and Earl Malum the Malignant. Perhaps Æonex could not count,Malt it was more likely that he was counting the father of Ego, Marques Egonault, as an Earl.
It did not matter.
Because Rainer wanted to sit on the side of the Twelfth, and it would never be Victorine.
“Push her off, now!” He screamed ar the men, who immediately obeyed and sent the Viscountess of Valerium spiralling down to a crunchy demise.
Æonex was coming apart at the seams in addition to quite literally collapsing into himself. The God was incapable of existing in Empyrea on a physical, metaphysical, or conceptual level.
The god was gone.
Rainer collapses to the ground exhausted as he fiancé names Richard of the House of Rostov as acting Grand Vizier of the Conclave.
Damm...but he was exhausted.
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