Not all movement signals change. Nonetheless we were trying to change the game with the cards we were dealt. The coven operated under same pretenses it had with Marcus, only now for a supposedly higher purpose.
Ngozi remained conflicted about me and my dealings, new developments not withstanding. She had bonded with Winston in a moment of extreme grief, they had both been made to suffer because of my kind…because of me and now he too had become someone else, something else.
Louis returned to join our new order, and it felt good having another pair of eyes and ears I could trust. Their initial assignment to look after Ngozi and her child in the United States had long ended and so Elizabeth stayed behind and he had returned to, in some ways, look after me.
It was strange being led by the youngest among us, but none of us really wanted the job that Winston had so willingly accepted. If there was a hierarchy to our coven, Winston was at the head, followed by myself, Louis and a young, beautiful soucouyant named Katherine who had proven herself to Winston.
There is always a temptation with beings of higher ability and intelligence to be so seduced by their own power that they begin to take more credit than they should for life and death. A dangerous precedent to be sure. Looking back on our beginnings, which in many ways had the noblest of intentions, I wish now that we paid more attention to the liberties that we were taking with the beings that we considered weaker than ourselves and the lives we decided were ours to judge and take. We had started down a road that many before had taken and which almost always ended in the death of innocents…
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