The Dark Sire Issue 3 (Spring 2020) | Page 13

aware that there were others of her kind feeding on society’s fringes. She settled in the most vile and feared ghetto in all of Prague. She disappeared into the darkness. From the outset, her hunts were carefully planned, choreographed affairs. While the sustenance of the blood was always the immediate reward, a carefully selected victim could quite often provide even greater treasures. Her victims were selected for their position within the lawless neighborhoods of Prague’s underbelly. Those who were feared, disappeared. Thus, after a short time, she was feared. Those with great wealth were broken under the wheel of her will, robbed of their earthly possessions and cast away, empty husks. Those with any power, were bent to her service or destroyed. Other night dwellers were drawn to her. There were only two reasons that brought them. To serve her and shelter under her protection, or to destroy her and acquire her power and strength. Those who chose to serve were rewarded. Those who chose to challenge were destroyed, their life forces ripped from them and assimilated into her ever-strengthening core. One evening, while preparing to go out, one of her spies crept silently to her side. “Madame Lisle,” he hissed, “a moment of your time.” “What is it, Coutec,” she asked, irritated for the interruption. “Can’t you see that I am busy.” “I realize that Madame,” Coutec stuttered, “but there are whisperings amongst the various broods.” 11