"Did you give her the dreams that I wanted her to have?"
The shawled man stared at the black-haired woman with her bloodshot eyes staring right at him. Her piercing stare and her foxy eyes were so fixated to his' as if they were staring directly to his soul. And her presence alone could make anyone tremble. Despite her dangerous disposition and her violent tendencies, the aura that she possessed still held a stronger influence.
She wasn't called Lust for nothing.
One of the 7 Warlock Generals who are the last of their kin.
"Yes." He told her. "The moment she closes her eyes and drifts into slumber, we will be able to see the dreams and the effect on her."
Lust smirked as she stared at the cauldron which showed a girl slowly drifting off to sleep as she reads a certain book.
**
Darkness and snow.
"Ah."
"It's that time of the year again."
