"I don't understand those who believe they are our equals. We are the descendants of the old Gods and still hold their power. These rebels must be crushed!"

Asherah switched off the video orb and the Witan's face blinked out of view. It had been the same mantra and government propoganda spoken since she was but a child. Always, "we must crush the rebellion" was at the forefront of Daemon politics. In her opinion, it was time to stop talking and take action. These politicians annoyed her to no end. She wished her father would listen more to her counsel than that of the Witan.

"Ash, love. Come back to bed." Namtar, he most current lover whined from the comfort of her mattress. The initial pleasure he gave was fastly waning. Soon, it would be time to rid herself of him as she'd done with previous lovers.

"Go back to sleep, Namtar. I am too agitated for sleep."

A sly smile split his beautiful lips. "I have a way to relax you enough for sleep."

He was your typical man. The answer to the world's most vexing problems was always the same - sex. "Unless you mean to be a sacrificial lamb to my vexation, I suggest you go to sleep."

The smile faded quickly and he rolled over, mumbling something she couldn't make out. In her current mood, it was likely for the best. Recently, it had become harder to dispose of her ex-lovers without raising suspicions. Even the King's favored daughter was answerable to the Witan and their laws.

Instead of turing the orb back on and finding some other program to watch, Asherah went to her office. She took out her syllabus and refined what she planned to teach her students this following week. The words she'd spoken to her lover had given her an idea. Divination using a slaughtered ram's colon fit her mood. She'd have one prepared for each day of the week.

Asherah took some more time, detailing the next week's lesson. Satisfied and feeling much better, she went back to bed. She crawled in next to Namtar and woke him up by lightly running her nails down his muscular chest.

"I feel I should apologize for earlier." she said. She wouldn't actually say she was sorry, of course. It was not in her nature to do so. But, judging by the lusty curve of Namtar's lips, he heard an apology.

After a slow and deliberate kiss, she let Namtar take over the proceedings. It was as if he were the one apologizing...as it should be.