"The steeds are just things and as such, they can be crafted again, if needed. The lives that you three have destroyed, instead, are something that not even I can bring back." Baba Yaga said.
"What do you mean?" The Red Sun said.
"What good could war do? What if you won? Were you planning to force the other races to breed like cattle and make them live solely for your entertainment? You say that you’ve followed your mission, but you couldn’t have done it any worse.
"When will you and your damned Undead Courts understand that I’ve not created the undead as the new master race?" Baba Yaga said.
"Your words make no sense, Mother. If war is the wrong answer, then what were we supposed to do?" Dusk asked.
"You should have let the balance take its course. When there isn’t enough prey, the number of predators has to drop or they have to adapt. Otherwise the predators start a vicious cycle that leads to their own extinction." Baba Yaga replied.
"Are you telling me that we should have just sat on our hands and do nothing?" Dusk’s voice oozed sarcasm.
"No, you idiot. You should have taught those morons from the Courts to feed without killing. Ordered them to give up on their riches to pay people willing to be fed upon. Anything but triggering a full-scale war with the living.
"You have made an enemy out of the three Great Countries, of the Master’s Organization, and even of the Awakened Council." She replied.
"Big deal! We already were criminals to the countries, rivals to the Organization, and vermin to the Council. The war didn’t make things worse, quite the contrary, it forced them to recognize our power!" The Red Sun said.
"It made everything worse, you naïve fool! Criminals are no enemy of the state and are allowed to live in the grey area between law and corruption that every system has. Yes, you were already at war with the Organization, but at least you were beneath the Council’s notice.
"They left you alone and didn’t care for any of your activities. Now, instead, they are united against a common enemy, you." Baba Yaga turned into her Mother form and pointed her forefinger at his forehead with such fervor that Dusk feared she would pierce him.
"I see." He replied.
"No, you don’t. And that’s why among my three Hors.e.m.e.n you’re the one who disappointed me the most." The Red Mother shook her head, tending Acala’s wounds one last time before leaving the room.
"How can you say that?" The Red Sun followed her despite his wounds.
Those words inflicted Dusk more pain than he had suffered through his millennia-long life, making the physical discomfort completely irrelevant compared to his need for an explanation.
"I have amassed countless knowledge and riches, I have found a host that’s almost perfect, I’m the only one who has forged his own Davross equipment in a sign of commitment to both my host and my mission.
"You said it yourself, I never required your aid before. Then how can I be the one who disappointed you the most? Hasn’t Dawn spent centuries trapped just to end up defeated and bedridden in a state much worse than mine?
"Hasn’t Night killed thousands of undead with her shenanigans and even involved the Council in the first place?" He asked.
He had been so caught up in his speech that he had failed to notice that the Mother had brought him back to his room. She then turned into the Maiden, the form of Dawn. freewёbnoνel.com
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