What is to come

　　Irena’s POV

　　It seemed like I hadn’t spent any time at all with Alexey in a while so I was glad for the bit of time we got to spend together.

　　That time was of course cut short by Carlos’s call coming in as I lay in bed with Alexey.

　　They had found information on the defiler’s dealings amongst his personal effects which we managed to get our hands on when we raided his cabin in his absence.

　　The defiler had seemingly allied himself with the armada, he would supply them with weapons made of obsidian in exchange for the bodies of their victims.

　　Such crude and disgusting dealings.

　　I had appreciated my time with Alexey but now it was time to get back to work.

　　This was the lead I had been waiting for, finally something concrete to chase down.

　　And when I get my hands on The Defiler and end his life, I would’ve also ended this war.

　　Soon enough the only thing we’d have to worry about is the effort it would take to clean up the mess that the world had been made into.

　　There were a lot of things to look forward to including the fact that once I kill the defiler, I would finally have the freedom to be with Alexey as much as I want for as long as I want with nothing to stand in the way of your happiness.

　　But first, to follow this lead.

　　The research department had established that the defiler made steady contact with a particular ranked officer of the armada John Franco and that he was our best bet at finding the defiler.

　　I had to get dressed and leave Alexey alone naked in bed, that was probably the hardest thing I had to do today because he looked too good to leave, but I had to.

　　I bit my lips as I took in the image of a naked sleeping Alexey one last time before embarking on yet another dangerous mission.

　　I got into my car and made my way back to the base so that the research team would further brief me on the situation.

　　When I got to the base I was met by Carlos.

　　“I’ve pulled up all the data we need to know about John Franco,” Carlos was as informative and as useful as always.

　　“John Franco, aged forty-two, ex-military, currently high ranking official for the armada forces,” he continued to inform me as we made our way deeper into the base.

　　“We first came across John Franco's name scribbled onto a piece of paper and proceeded to do a little digging to find out exactly who he is, we were shocked to find out that he is an armada general, we have spies led by Magnus watching him as we speak,” Carlos continued to disclose the information.

　　“As we dug deeper amongst the defiler’s effects we came across a journal that had several pages ripped out but we've been able to retrieve a few by running the pen prints that we found on the pages left behind through a device that traces those pen prints to get back what was written on the missing pages,” I was impressed everything he said sounded so brilliant.

　　“We retrieved the pages that detailed their meetings and transactions, apparently the defiler went to them with the proposition first as just another step in a much grander plan, he convinced them to take the weapons in exchange for the bodies they had slain and since then, whenever the armada needed a supply of obsidian weapons, John Franco would contact him on the details of the meeting,” Carlos concluded as we made our way into the research department where I was greeted by hardworking vampires pushing tirelessly to find the solutions to our leading problems.

　　“This is all very useful information, Carlos,” I commented as I took a seat.

　　“What else have you found out?” I inquired, curious to see if any further details of their plans had come to light.

　　“Nothing solid just yet as we're still working to recover the missing pages, but we did find a text that seemed to be of significance as it's repeated quite often on the margins of the pages, sort of like doodles on a notebook,” he informed as I listened attentively for what he had to say.

　　“Omnia secundum consilium reditus patris,” he repeated the phrase as it appeared in the journal, Latin words, my Latin might have been a bit rusty.

　　“All is going according to plan for the return of the father,” I translated, recalling my time in ancient Rome.

　　But what does it mean?

　　Is there someone else that we need to worry about?

　　What plan?

　　I thought the plan was to plunge the world into war.

　　That plan seemed to be perfectly on track.

　　So what more could they have planned?

　　What was left to do?

　　Finding the defiler would be the only way to get to the bottom of this and so we got to work thinking up a plan to make that happen.

　　After a few minutes of delegating it was clear what we needed to do.

　　“We’re going to abduct this John Franco and compel him to lure the defiler out for a deal, then when he's out in the open, we take him,”

　　The plan seemed simple enough, but Franco was an armada general and as such, he was always surrounded by the lower-ranking officers that answered to him.

　　We had to somehow get him out and install our orders into his mind and then get him back undetected.

　　Therein lay the problem there was no logical way that we could think of to get him out and then back in without being detected by his soldiers.

　　And that's when it hit me.

　　“Why do we need to adopt him when we could just walk right in, compel the bastard, and walk right back out?” I suggested as everyone in the room stared at me with wide eyes and confusion.

　　“How do you propose we do that to such a heavily guarded camp?” Carlos inquired with the curiosity of a child.

　　“Oh no Carlos, not you, us ladies,” I spoke as the confusion slowly started to dissipate from the eyes of the ladies but the men were still a few steps behind and needed help catching up.

　　“You see boys, the camp is heavily guarded against vampires and monsters, but not against a bunch of lonely escorts, looking to be kept warm for the night,” the words hit them like a wave of realization clearing the wool from their eyes as they stood in awe at the genius of my plan.

　　And so that night a few of the ladies and I dressed in our slutiest outfits and made our way to the armada camp where John Franco was general.

　　We made our way to the front gate and the two soldiers on guard duty were so in awe of how sexy we looked that they couldn't keep their jaws shot, the plan was working.

　　Not wanting to waste any time we simply compelled our way past the front entrance and strolled on into the camp in search of General John Franco.

　　We got so many catcalls as we strolled past the tents, but we had no time to entertain the riff-raff, there was a mission to fulfill.

　　Finally, we came upon the general’s tent, it was evident by the size of it and I made my way in alone to find the general alone at his table having a drink in silence, simply brooding.

　　“Good evening general,” I said, calling his attention to my describe what she has on, please.

　　“Who are you?” the general queried as he got up from his seat and made his way towards his weapon, he was a cautious man.

　　He already had his suspicions about me without even knowing who I was.

　　This was worse than caution, this was different, this was paranoia.

　　I rushed at him with my vampiric speed before he could grab the weapon and covered his mouth to stop him from screaming out for help.

　　I had him on his back and my legs were spread across him with my ass on his crotch, and I could feel his cock harden against my ass at the moment.

　　“Oh, Johnny, you naughty boy,” I said as I leaned in and extracted useful information on the Armada's operations before compelling him to set up the meeting with the defiler in two days.

　　I also made sure to leave my mark in his mind to keep him as my puppet whenever I called upon his services, having an Armada general in my purse would certainly come in handy someday soon.

　　And so with the mission fulfilled it was time to pack up and leave.

　　We made our way out and back to the base, and now all that was left was to wait.

　　We assembled our tools and teams and spent the next day preparing our ambush on the defiler.

　　This was it, the plan was set, and it was full proof, a flawless plan, it was only a matter of time before the moment I would finally get my hands on that bastard Babatunde The Defiler.

　　Two days passed by and the day of the ambush was upon us.

　　I had gotten confirmation from John Franco that the defiler had agreed to the meeting and a location had been determined, and so we gathered in wait for the trade-off to go down.

　　John Franco had brought the corpses as per the usual agreement, except this time the corpses were my vampires playing dead, waiting for the defiler to get close enough to be grabbed.

　　He finally showed up dragging along a wagon filled with obsidian stakes and not just that but obsidian knives and even bullets, I always knew Babatunde was dangerous but this was a whole new level.

　　He closed in tugging his wagon behind him until he was close enough to grab and my vampires did just that.

　　They sprung up like corpses coming to life and rushed at the defiler intent on nabbing him and taking him prisoner as the rest of us watched from a short distance away.

　　But as they made it close enough to where he was within reach they were intercepted by his monsters.

　　The monsters grabbed my men in mid-air and tore them to shreds.

　　Our cover had been blown and we needed to act fast, the defiler had already turned tail and ran while his monsters gathered blocking the path between me and the retreating Babatunde who was still pretty rapid for his old age.

　　I needed to catch him, I couldn't let Babatunde escape me yet again, but to thwart his retreat, I had to get past his monsters first.

　　He had brought his whole lab out today, there was a steady fifty defiled between me and Babatunde was running away fast.

　　I had no time to waste on his snarling creatures and so I rushed past them with an obsidian stake murdering any who got too close or tried to stop me from reaching Babatunde.

　　I busted through the other side and locked my eyes on the defiler as he ran as hard and fast as he could, he wasn't fast enough though, no one was fast enough to outrun fate.

　　I rushed at him closing the gap immediately leaving the fighting to my vampires as I went straight for my prize.

　　It didn't take long at all to close the gap between us with my vampire speed.

　　And as I caught up to the defiler I kicked him in the back to halt his run and mine.

　　He cried out in pain as he fell to the floor crying in agony as I had just broken his back.

　　“When I last fought you, you proved quite difficult to kill, but I reckon that with the weapons you and your partners created, things would be much different this time,” I floated as I finally had him, he was mine, and no one would take that away from me.

　　“So, you're just going to kill me, you don't even want to know what my big evil plan is?” he inquired still sounding cocky, perhaps he had not yet grasped the gravity of his situation.

　　“I'm certain I know all your plans and if there are any I don't then rest assured that I will extract it, you won't be dying today defiler, first you must experience what it means to be defiled,” I threatened as I moved closer and loomed over the broken man who knelt before me.

　　But then he started to cackle, almost like he didn't have a care in the world like he was already prepared to die today.

　　“What's so funny?” I queried in frustration.

　　“You’re wrong about everything, all of it, you've been drastically misinformed princess,” he tackled as he floated, and what's more he called me princess, I haven't been called princess since I killed my father so many years ago.

　　“What the fuck are you talking about?” I questioned as I put the obsidian stake to his throat to threaten him.

　　He just cackled, he seemed so confident, so sure, so fulfilled.

　　I had him dead to rights, I was going to torture and kill him.

　　The defiler is no fool, he knows this, he knows there is no hope, no chance of escape.

　　My vampires armed with obsidian weapons were making short work of his monsters, he couldn’t have had any cards left, he knew this much and yet somehow this exchange felt like he was the victor.

　　“Well you were right about one thing, the obsidian will kill me,” he stated as he bit down on something in his mouth that sent liquid obsidian splashing in his mouth and down his throat.

　　He had just poisoned himself.

　　He was dying and I still had so many questions

　　“You're too late princess, everything is in place, the father shall make his return, daddy's coming home!” he declared as he coughed up black blood tainted by liquid obsidian.

　　“No, you can't die you fucking bastard, not now, what the fuck does any of this mean?”

　　Realization dawned on me, and I backed away from him, trembling slightly as I gasped at him in horror.

　　He meant it… It wasn’t the end.