"Wonderful choice." Vizelle grins, "Once again. I welcome you to our ranks." She hummed, looking at Lian and Jetts. "I'll leave it to you two to do the accounting." Then at Xi Fei, and Wen, "As for you two, do see where their men will fit." And make sure there's no spies among them. The telepathic message was more for the young man, in charge of their counter-intelligence. "Now then, do you have any other concerns?" Vizelle asked, and if there were none, she dismisses the council.
One Year Later:
Demetrious Farside, lord of the galactic Cold Moon syndicate, lets out a weary chuckle as he enters his office.
"The bitch did it." He grunts, idly walking his way to slump down at his desk. "She really did it..." He listens to the sounds of violence outside, to the army of Vizelle the Black, as it ravages its way through the Cold Moon's most secure fortress. "If only I'd had a bitch like that working for me..." He eases the cigar out of his mouth, taking a swig of hard liqour. In the halls of his palace, he knows that his lieutenants are falling, the loyal ones massacred, while the rest are being converted, either made into slaves by the witch's magic, or seduced by her servants.
A beeping sounds, and Demetrious' terminal informs him that the inner sanctum has fallen to the witch's troops. So, he realises, soon his daughter will end up being used as a plaything for his enemy, her mind warped until she wants nothing more.
Bang, the kingpin hears outside, followed by many others, followed soon after by movement at the door to his office. From the thumping on the wood, and the screams on the other side, Demetrious realises that his surviving bodyguards are trying to get in, trying to seek some haven from the unstoppable enemy. Demetrious doesn't lift a finger to help. Even if he didn't have a bullet in his side stopping him from moving, what good would a safe haven be? The enemy will be here any second anyway. Bullets and plasma rounds slam through the door, taking the lives of the bodyguards on the other side, and proving his point. "Well, I guess it's time." The crime boss grins. "I might be going out, but I'm going out on my own terms. Not some fucking brainwashed slave." Opening a drawer, he pulls out his prized object.
"Good luck brainwashing me, when my brains are blown all over that wall." As Demetrious Farside puts the massive handgun under his chin, he chuckles.
You might have won the war, but this victory is mine. I die free... After a final swig of his drink, he pulls the trigger.
...Or at least, he tries to. With a start, Demetrious realises that he's still in his office, still holding the gun - still alive... He tries to pull the trigger, but his finger won't move, as though it's frozen solid. "No, no no! Please, no! Let me die!" Frantically, he reaches for the blade sheathed at his ankle, but as the metal sings free, he finds he just
can't move it any further.
Now now... The crime boss hears a voice in his head, silky and seductive beyond anything he's ever experienced.
Why would you be trying to do that? You have work to do, after all. Working for me... Looking up, Demetrious sees what is at once the most beautiful and terrifying thing he's ever seen in his life... His new mistress...
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Vizelle chuckles, as the once mighty lord of the Cold Moon is on his hands and knees, worshipping her feet with his tongue. As he works, her disciples enter the room, giving their reports, but she hardly needs to hear them to know the truth. With the fall of Farside, the Cold Moon belongs to Vizelle. Added to the planets given to her by the emperor for faithful service, Vizelle's criminal organisation has grown to a truly galactic scale, billions of credits flowing into her coffers every year. Though she has yet to grow as powerful as Varrick, Mary has been quite illuminating in her experiences with ancient humans, giving Vizelle hope that she'll soon have an answer for that, too.
The galaxy is mine... Vizelle grins to herself.
All I've got to do is take it...
Ending: Queen of Crime
