I am not anIT.And no one controls me, Azalea.
The voice echoing within her mind was as soft as silk, very feminine, and yet very commanding. The writhing in Azalea's body would cease, and she would instead feel a sudden pressure in her extremities as it spread throughout, perhaps painful for a single second before the feeling disappeared.
You have but to further my goals, and you will never feel that pain, that sickness, ever again. I will not make you my slave....but you will not fight me. Give me souls, half-dragon, and I will give you power beyond what you could imagine.
As the voice was echoing within Azalea's head, Kranath listened with a smile.
It was about damn time.
Kranath. Test her. Make her use the strength I have given her...but do not kill her, or I will return you to the void that I pulled you from.
Kranath's smile disappeared, and his gaze flicked to the woman in front of him.
Calmly, he reached over his shoulder, and unsheathed the unusually long daikatana from his back, the light playing across the black, crystalline blade.
"Your will be done, my Lady...."