Chapter 13

Salem sighed as the Seer left her dining hall behind, off to go enforce her orders over the forces of grimm she had stationed at Beacon Tower. If Cinder was to believed, the relic was still there.

..If she was to be believed that is.

Salem turned her eyes upon the utter pitiful figure of the once incredibly beautiful girl she had raised up. Now nothing but a pitiful shell after being exposed to those disgusting silver eyes.

And really, how pitiful was it that she had been so traumatised that she couldn't even use the power she'd stolen?

She was about to continue coaching the little wretched girl once more in when she felt the connection between her and that oh so interesting boy Cobalt flare and grow ever so thicker. His aura had increased again. It was a miniscule amount really, but it was too much at once.

She smiled in amusement. 'He must have reaped the lives of some other humans.' she mused. Good, the more the humans attacked him the more they drove him to her side.

She idly took in the boys killer at her side. Truly, she was pitiful in comparison. The boy had lost his life and been reborn in an utterly alien form, and even lost the manhood he was oh so proud of. Yet he wasn't acting like a traumatised little useless waste of space. Even weakened to the level of a common grimm that he could have killed in droves before, he roared so proudly.

'Poor foolish Ozma.' Salem thought to herself. He always so overlooked the best options, just as he had when he turned against her. That semblance the boy had. The desire he'd had since he was young and craved all the world had to offer which cultivated it.

Truly, if he wasn't so focused on those damn silver eyes Ozma may have noticed the boy and all her plots could have failed. Just the time in the boys mind allowed her to understand how his power worked. He could have absorbed the power of the maidens, and that was just the bottom of the barrel.

He would have been an unstoppable foe had Ozma noticed him and raised him up. Now, now he would be hers, and one day, the instrument in which she would cast down those foolish gods.

Really, it was too bad the boy was so new to the mystical side of things. He could have easily willed himself back into his human body within his mind. And then she could have perhaps fulfilled that desire he'd had to mount her. It had been many a year since she'd had a lover, and from what she'd saw from his memories of potential maiden candidate Cinder killed, he was a very gifted one.

She could have gained some pleasure from the experience and given him a taste of what she had to offer.

'Oh well.' Salem brushed it off mentally. Let him rage about and seek his revenge on little Cinder. Her uses would come to an end once she had the Relic of Choice anyway.

Her eyes went to the pitiful girl sitting at her side. 'And once her uses run out, dear sweet Cobalt can feast on her as he pleases and grow stronger and stronger.' a malevolent grin spread across her pale, lovely face.