@darkchild: The very being of man was composed of lies and secrecy, and secrets kill, even the strongest of being. "Turning you? Now how would she do that? Even the strongest of minds has met failure to do so. You are the most remarkable man I have met in such a long time." she flattered the Black King, all sweet like honey but her motives bitter like poison. "Simple, do whatever we can to stay alive, darling." it was simple, her plan was to do whatever it took to remain alive and unscratched in this war, but the chances of that was unlikely. Angela had a habit of crossing many people in the past, sooner or later she would pay for such actions. "Remember before my absence, you gave me your blood? All I need now is theirs. All of them. You can do that for me, can you?"
@m-174: "Sour? No, just unimpressed that's all. I would expect much better entertainment, especially from the likes of a DHFC member such as yourself." she teased, though her methods were much more cold and blunt, so bitchy and catty-like. Impress she was, the telekinetic refinery of the Black Bishop was a slight amusement for the Black Queen. Her eyes bestowed with enlightenment at a display of power, most would keep their talents hidden for the upper hand and surprises.
"My leave of absence is of no concern to you, dear. What I do is mines alone, you haven't gain the privilege and trust to acquire such information." taking a small sip from the bitter red wine, Angela smack her lips, and swirl the crimson liquid as she gentle shook the glass between her fingers. "You know of me, but sadly I can't say the same for you. Tell me, darling. What is your name again?" it felt as if the Black Queen was mocking her lesser court member, but Angela was fishing for info, she didn't even know the name of the Black Bishop herself.
Smiling he knew she would only want these things if she did not trust anyone, a fact he did not enjoy but at the same time he would allow it for the moment. He moved in close and touches her cheek softly, caressing it tenderly like a lover would. But deep inside he knew, the only woman he touched in such a way was never going to be Angela. "I can do this my Black Siren, but I do not believe it to be wise. If they find out about this, they will distrust us further. And my plans for the future hinder on everyone within the club trusting me, for I to have the ability to perfect my race I need power. Power that Xandra and this club can give me......BUT!" He held up an extended index finger as if telling her to wait on his word "But,....IF you were to convince me to think otherwise. That would be something, As I am a demon. And all of us even Hellions can be persuaded by a deal, we can all become Crossroads. As long as the deal and reward is enough to peak our interests."
Despite his concern for the members well being, Angela questioned his authenticity to his self being and his allegiance. He cared for peace between both parties, but there would never be peace in the way he described as so. The strong will always go after the weak and the weak will always be put to mercy at the hand of the strong. "And here I thought someone such as yourself-- a demon-- would be so fond of such thing. If you can't help me, just say so. No need to drag this out any further. Perhaps you've grown accustomed to the White Queen's touches or even Merkava's. Its making you weak. You're losing sight of what truly matters for us - survival." having grown aware of his interaction with the White Queen of the HFC and the DHFC's very own Black Bishop, the latter proving to be more intimate rather than business, Angela made it clear and opened that secrets such as those were but of an open book to her. She had eyes and ears, everywhere. No one was safe, not even her allies.
"Your a man of power. No doubt about that. But continue playing as a peace corp advisory as you do now, son you'll find yourself beneath the foot of another." this was no time for her to make such deals, especially with her own Black King. "All I need is a vial sized amount of their blood. Surely you can acquire it. Unless your not the demon many have spoken so highly of, are you?" she was testing his power, even mocking him in the slightest, myths held some truth to them and the ones she heard of her Black King may as well as be false altogether unless proven otherwise. But she needed her one ml amount of blood samples and hopefully he would help her obtain it.