you could haveit all, my empire of dirt

Toxicity nodded as her mother gave her direction. She was fine with the rank of Apprentice Priestesses and she was fine working under Obi. Intrigue pricked at her when her mother announced Venom as the crowned princess. Odd, the title seemed to demand so much more grandeur and yet it was announced so simply. It only became more interesting as Pestilence voiced her objections. Her high-spirited sister didn't seem to leave her thoughts unspoken and part of Toxicity envied her for her outspoken nature.

Toxicity looked towards Pesto, a soft, airy laugh escaping her lips, "I agree, being Empress holds a lot of advantages." No one said she couldn't be empress and a spiritual leader. Besides, if she was empress, she was the one who would get to decide that anyway. "How about us three all aim for Empress? We can compete for the title when we have to, and whoever is unfit can sink into another role." She wondered how serious Pestilence was about wanting to be empress. "That way, we'll all need to be on our toes, right?"