One thing I love about humans is that they are so easy to mislead. They are lost and all I have to do is offer something they want. I’m sitting in the back of a strip club watching horny men throw dollar bills at girls who are empty inside. This type of environment is perfect to get poor unsuspecting humans to give themselves to me. The girls who work here want a better life, very few of them actually like that they are a stripper. Meanwhile, the men who come here are often trying to escape and forget their pathetic lives. I’m the wolf while these sad little humans are my prey, lost little sheep who will walk into the wolves’ den not realizing what they have done till it’s too late.
A man approaches me with a drink in his hand. He’s only in his thirties but he looks much older due to the fact that he is a smoker, and it has aged him. The man isn’t attractive, maybe he was at one point, but I know that he wants sex. Why pay for it if he can get it from me. In his dreams I think as he sits down in the empty chair next to me.
“Hey beautiful. I don’t see many of your kind in a joint like this,” he comments. I know I’m dressed in a very expensive black cocktail dress with my two-hundred-dollar heels. I look like I should be in a club dancing away with my girlfriends, not in some high-class strip joint.
“Well, what can I say? I like a good show.” I wink at him.
I would never have sex with this man, but I can tell he is perfect to get him to give me his soul. This man is tired of his poor pathetic life. This man is easy prey.
“Oh, you like girls.” He seems disappointed that he thinks I’m a lesbian.
“Honey, I like girls and boys, I’m not picky. I just like a good time.” I watch his expression perk up.
This is way too easy. I love when I don’t have to work hard to get souls. It makes me happy, and I feel like a greedy kid at Christmas who just got every expensive item on their Christmas list and then some.
I spend the next few moments talking to the man whose name is Fred. I couldn’t care less about his name, but he felt the need to tell me. After I get Fred to think he is going to get to spend a wild night with me, and after a several more drinks he is ready to give his soul to me. We go out back, and after I have his soul, I kill him. I make the body disappear, and now I have gained another new soul for my army. I send Fred off to go torture some humans with his newfound life. I go back into the strip club, and after I get about a dozen souls I’m bored and decide to move on to the next thing.
I have to add as many souls as I can to my army. The Reapers and the Warriors are getting clever and slowly finding ways to kill my army. They might not be able to kill them all, but they are making progress. I need to make my army stronger and larger. The stronger the army the better chances of winning the war, also having a larger army than your enemy can help. I need to win this war. I’ve spent my whole life building up to this, I will not let my son or grandchildren ruin this for me. I’ll kill them all if I have to. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve killed a family member, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. As much as my son Travis has disappointed me, I don’t think I could ever kill him. I don’t know why, but I still hold out hope. Out of all my children Travis is the one that has made me so proud, he’s also the only one to have children of his own.
Travis is my only living child at the moment. I’ve been so busy with working on building my army that I haven’t had a chance to spread my dark bloodline around. Besides, being pregnant is hell, and I have to find the right guy that I would want to have a child with. I always pick humans with dark souls, who are evil, corrupt, and generally evil. I tried to have children with dark warlocks or warlocks who had the potential to be dark, but it never worked out. The children always died young, most never made it to their teenage years. I never could figure out why they died, but after I figured out that having a child with a corrupt human resulted in strong and powerful offspring, I didn’t feel the need to mate with other magical beings.
Once I win the war, I will think about having children again, but till then that idea is off the table. I think of Travis and how I should have taken him with me the moment he killed his father. That’s when I knew Travis was dark like me, but I resisted my motherly instincts. I have to keep the soft part of me under lock and key. If I let Leoria out even just a little I will lose being the Enchantress. I was always torn on which me I would let win. After I chose the Enchantress, I killed Leoria, that part of me gone, but every now and again she tries to resurface.
I push thoughts of my old life away. I hate thinking about what could have been. I can’t think about what it would have been like if Lucian never betrayed me. It’s weak thinking. I have to be strong. I need to keep my mind strong. I focus on building my army and coming up with new ways to win this war. I distract myself with thoughts of what it will be like when I rule this world, when I’m the goddess amongst the humans.