A collab between xAsunawolfx and Ghosr shadow
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Alexandre kept his composure, though his eyes flared with boiling anger. "Mind your tongue, [i]Girl[/i]. I will not be lectured by a slave." He hissed, clenching his fists tightly, his already pale knuckles turning even whiter with the effort. 

“Servant. Come closer, over there with your tail between your legs!” She corrected him with an upbeat grin as her fire grew vast, staring at the vampire as if he were a child. “ I will simply answering the questions I had been asked, [i] Boy [/i], it was due to your grudge against me that this women now faces death. Your main enemy is not your colony, nor should you treat it as so. If you let the women go, perhaps you can maintain what is left of your dignity among your audience.”

"You halfwit whore." He cursed under his breath. "Fear inspires loyalty. Blood servants are not allowed to birth children, as this one did. Her punishment is just according to colony laws. Unless you wish to challenge centuries of tradition for your compassion." He offered, his tone remaining calm and smooth. 

“I beg your pardon?” She spoke as if she was offend when in person, she appeared to be far from it, drawing a few steps towards the irked vampire. “They see not her crimes as for birthing a child but for reporting news that would always be seen as urgent. They heard her pleads for life to you, not for being caught pregnant. No matter the fact, you cannot erase her crimes but you also cannot erase how it looks to the blood servants of this colony. You [i]Thricewit Dweeb [/i], fear inspires the type of loyalty that will crumble between your fingers one day when they realize that they can do better. Revolts. Rebellion.”

"Back. Off.." He growled threateningly, one of his many hidden knives pressing up against her abdomen as she moved closer. His voice became a terrible hushed whisper. "You don't know who the hell you're messing with, I'll tell you; I've killed more people than you've met, countless blood servants with egos too big to handle were...knocked down a peg. So take a hint." 

“Yesss.” Marissa hissed as her pupils scoured his as if he were a piece of meat. She did not press on but knew were her tides lie. “You would murder someone who is taking heed of the orders of your own master, answering his every question? Perhaps I have no ego but truth, truth you don’t want to hear. You’ve dug your own grave, I did not bring this upon you. Do not let my words of your grudges be truth, that your anger will not serve the Lord well. It looks really bad…” She blinked her dilated eyes, her scent of roses would engulf them both as she whispered the last part. “In front of your own master.”

There was no other sound besides the blade slinking back up Alexandre's sleeve into its unknown compartment. He was wordless, knowing her words held truth didn't pain him any less. He knew what he would have to do - he would have to break her.