>>5238617You turn, and gaze upon the crib containing the infant. Lady Vaz seems old (despite her youthful face, you know her age from points of reference) to have had only a single child. And such a young one! The human newborn (a female, you think) squirms, whining and wheezing in that peculiar cry of human newborns in early stages of development. Its (her?) motor functions seems scarcely developed, though she grasps at the bars of the crib with ape-like strength, and stares at you with such big, brown eyes.
Slaying her will be, you reflect grimly, like taking lifeblood from a baby.
You advance, stepping closer. This is it: a moment of promise. You’ve slain Lord Yosef’s daughter, as Roth slew his son. You suppose he’s next, once you’re done with him at the farmhouse—he’ll probably think it a blessing, now, knowing he is without any non-Reptilian heir. The Dark Gods will be pleased with his despair, his utter ruination and that of the bloodline of their centuries-old foes…
>“You ARE a good person, Ismena.”You hesitate, reeling at the sudden, unbidden recollection of Edwin of Engel’s words.
>”Whatever you’ve done, whatever you’ve had to do for this, this MISSON of yours… You’re a good person.”You look at the baby you are about to butcher. Would Edwin still have said that, knowing this is where you were going, what you were doing, when you left his home?
Do you deserve his love, his trust, if you do this thing?
Do you care?
>Kill your infant cousin>Kill your infant cousin, and feed her soul to your demon>Spare your infant cousin, and leave this place>Kidnap your infant cousin, and take her with you>Write-in 