Genesis
he stammered, his composure completely shattered.
“Yes, three, as I’m the fourth.” As she spoke, she reached into the lapel of her elegant blazer and produced a small, elaborately carved silver pin. It had the Councillium’s emblem clearly visible on it – a intricate design depicting a stylized sun, moon, and a thorny rose intertwined. The symbol of ultimate authority in the supernatural world.
“I take it I don’t need to tell you to keep your mouth shut about it?” she said, her voice now a silken threat. He shook his head frantically, a rapid, almost comical movement, before giving a slight, instinctive bow, a gesture of absolute deference.