+can get close enough to truly strike him down. That is my price.” Rowena knew there was no way he would allow her to take the grimoire so she would settle for the price of her son’s head. It would mean that she had one less tedious task to attend.
Rowena was practically humming feeling the book so close, yet so out of reach as well. Her fingers tentatively brushed its cover ensuring it was indeed the genuine artifact. Her eyes never left his hazel gaze though, uncertain if this was a ploy or a genuine act of desperation +
@Anam_Caillte_ almost mesmerizing eyes.
"Rowena" He said in an even tone. "I was beginning to wonder if you were going to show up." He said with a tiny smile.
"Do you want to add anything to our agreement?"
+war it had waged upon her to find her son as the king of hell, pride and anguish both lashed at her mind. The vile reminder of whom she had been before magic had survived after all these years. “He’s expecting it from me, already has his stinking minions on high alert. But ye +
"Poetic justice, if you ask me. For hundreds of years, those hags made me grovel, every attempt to please them futile. High time someone else ran in circles, eh?"
@TormentedSoulSW
Hunters, it always had to be hunters of some sordid variety of would be hunters. The entire situation was beyond infuriating at this juncture. She’d managed to find her son sat upon the throne and began to ensnare him with manipulations and ploys before those+
+She taunted, letting him know that her patience grew thin after recent events and that time was wasting away while he battled with whatever internal struggle he was so deeply engrossed with. Though she would admit, it was rather amusing seeing him silently debating the logic +