One by one Sephiran would begin to approach the members of The Syndicate, focusing on those who adhered to his commands and worked tirelessly to increase their strength. A female in particular - a hard fact to swallow, given Sephiran was incredibly sexist - had grown exponentially in the past season, focusing on her fighting abilities, and even seeking out Aresenn for private training. But why. A victim of persecutory delusions, Sephiran wanted to investigate her development further- as he wanted to know, if Elysia had any ulterior motives. Or perhaps, she just wanted to climb the ranks and serve her Sultan well. Ahh, that was his grandiosity chiming in.

Commanding her to his side, Sephiran would motion for Ely to join him in patrolling the borders. And once they morphed into a comfortable pace, he’d get straight into interrogating her. "Elysia," He’d say, rumbling her name- seeing how it tasted on his tongue, wondering if it would become bitter by the end of this conversation. “You’ve grown stronger in the last season,” And suddenly, Sephiran would pivot, stepping in front of her to loom over her with his domineering aura. An accusatory spark swarming in the corners of his eyes. "“What is your objective?” Straight to the point and blunt, he wanted information from her. Where would she fall within his ranks?

"Sephiran Saxe"

Elysia didn’t waste any time in joining her sultan after his call cut through the air. She knew better than to make him wait and she didn’t want to make him wait. So it didn’t bother her to drop what she was doing and run to his side. Like the perfect little subject. She nodded to his motion and began to follow behind him respectfully.

Her ears sat alert atop her head, twitching at the sounds around them as they began their border patrol. Her eyes surveyed the surrounding area simultaneously. She was going to make sure nothing was missed on this patrol. To prove to her sultan she was capable of protecting his empire.

His voice calling her name had her hair standing up a bit. Had he spotted something she hadn’t ? She tried focusing in on his direction to see what she’d missed. But then he continued talking. And it was about her training and how she was pushing herself to get stronger. She blinked in surprise as he whirled to face her. Catching her off guard she paused mid step as she met his gaze.

He was paranoid. And she knew she had to be careful with her words. Heavy was the head that wore the crown. She continued to look him in his eyes. She held no fear nor anxiety now that she knew what he wanted. ”My objective is to prove my usefulness to you and your empire. To help your empire grow and expand into the brilliance that it should be Sultan” she breathed evenly. Let him see into her soul through her eyes. She had no motive other than wanting to keep her family together and thriving.


"Ely & Ezekiel"