>>5813852For the first time in a long while, she found herself smiling genuinely. Cleobulus got up from her seat and walked over to a nearby mirror. It wasn’t her face that stared back at her, but Cornelia Armin’s. She’d heard countless boasts and whispers on how Cornelia was the fairest maiden in all the land. Her milk white skin, ample breasts, seductive curves and flowing orange hair…there wasn’t a man in all Faerghus that wouldn’t give it all to possess this body for a single night.
“Disgusting hag.” Cleobulus muttered, biting her lip once more. This form might be pleasing to the lowly humans, but it paled in comparison to that of the true Agarthan form. The shining, radiant form her people once took before the Fall. She could shed this skin right now and drop the disguise, but it still wouldn’t be her true form staring back at her. Instead, it would be that hideous mutation that all Agarthans suffered after the death of their gods. After they were forced to live underground like vermin, hiding from the wrath of the light.
She took another sip. She hadn’t always been a Sage. She’d only assumed the position after Anacharsis had stepped down and recommended her to his post. She’d gone along with Thales’ scheme to control humanity, however unsatisfied with it she might have been. But now all his plans were unravelling. She’d felt the launch of the Javelin of Light. More than just mass destruction, it signified that Shambhala would now be ready to destroy the world before ever admitting defeat. Good luck getting her to go along with that idiocy. Anacharsis had become active once more, and he’d promised her something far more satisfying than playing pretend queen over the rats of Faerghus.
She touched the mirror and smiled. Tonight would be the last night she ever remained in this wretched castle.
