Faetaera: A Triumvirate
A Triumvirate
Brairton’sminions slipped through a barely noticeable fissure. The tear would close shortly. Despite the increase in their regularity the breachesrarely stayed open very long. To thethree insidious spies, the stink of the new world was almost unbearable. But in time the triumvirate would each becomeso used to it they would scarcely notice it at all. That it poisoned them they did not know. Brairton was not in the habit of informinghis operatives of fatal consequences. Their programming precluded any thought beyond the mission they mustcomplete. In this Brairton had beenexact and had performed the necessary rituals himself.
Eachhad their mission branded into their being. They would travel together for some time but then slip off to theirsecret destinations one by one, never to see each other again. The threesomelatched on to their individual targets and began their particular brand of individualmischief immediately.
Minionone skulked off to ensconce itself in the office of a little knownpsychiatrist. His stock in trade wasmedication over analysis. It was extremely lucrative on every level. Alongsidethis paragon of an ethics-less human, the minion found a goblin still smartingfrom the injustice of the time that was. It was more than willing to sprinklecopious quantities of the dust of despair.
Thesecond, wobbling a little; settled in for a very long stay on the shoulder of aman tall in stature but weak in nature, nursing a dirty family secret andstruggling to leave behind the mind-set of a thirteen year old boy growing upin the shadow of the Berlin Wall.
Andthe final minion snuggled down between the pages of a partially empty notebookwhere it relished the bitterness residing in the discordant rhythms of thescattered words on some of the pages. Its flicking tongue licked at the grief,hostility and enmity bound up in the swirling script. Then in true parasiticfashion, it vomited more venom onto the empty pages, smeared and contaminatedfurther, imagined the bile to come and the vile thing rejoiced.
InFaetaera, Brairton's thin black lips twitched with satisfaction at the buzzreport in his left ear. The triangle ofcircumstance was in place. Nothing shortof a miracle could stop events now.
Hedismissed the wasp and turned to his other duties for the day. One of these was a visit with Aurelia. He marvelled at how she always seemed abreastof what went on around her. Perhaps hewas underestimating Lac Taal's capabilities. He thought again of Taal’s clear obsession with the queen. He was abumbling buffoon, controlled by the waves of desire he always gave off in herpresence. It would be Lac Taal’s downfall. Of this Brairton was certain.
