In the middle of the square, Frostfang was still keeping guard over Sigurd. At first he'd been annoyed with Erik for his apparent rcy, but after he cald down a little, he realized that perhaps this was for the best. He couldn't stop Erik from helping Liv recover, and he really didn't want to deal with an angry third-ranker right now.
It was ti for the Enclave to get so well-deserved rest.
But he did need those ghouls and vampires to finally disappear from his front lawn. Plus, he was getting tired from standing here, guarding the man he hated most of all.
Thus, when Erik, Liv, and Astrid entered the square, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The trio made their way through the crowd with stoic expressions, while the procession of shapeshifters following them blended into the crowd.
Finally, they stepped on to the icy podium in the middle. Liv and Astrid beelined for Sigurd with sadistic and gleeful expressions, while Erik stepped up to Frostfang. "Jonas," he nodded as a sowhat cold greeting.
While Frostfang's behaviour over the last few days had sowhat ward Erik's feelings for the man, it still wasn't enough to forgive him for what happened to Elora back in Frostvik.
But that was sothing he could deal with later. For now, he had other things to deal with. So before Frostfang could greet him back, Erik raised a questioning eyebrow, "Any problems?"
Frostfang shook his head, "Nothing. He tried to make deals with for a while, but I ignored him. So of our people tried to go a little too far, but the first-rankers could barely scratch his body, and I stopped the second-rankers before they went too far."
Erik was a little surprised at Frostfang referring to the Enclave as 'our people', suggesting that he'd co to see him as a part of the Enclave now. Erik was surprised he enjoyed that feeling a little. Not because of Frostfang, but simply the idea of belonging to sothing bigger appealed to him.
"Hehehe," Elora's victorious chuckle echoed in his head. "Just imagine how it'd feel when we finally establish the beginnings of our empire?"
Erik nodded a little absentmindedly, a thoughtful frown on his face. But then he shook his head and moved on.
So he nodded at Frostfang in thanks, before turning to the other side, where a kneeling Sigurd, missing an eye and caked in all sorts of filth and scratches, was confronted by a furious mother-daughter pair.
Astrid just glared at the kneeling man with hatred in her gaze, but Liv actually crouched down and looked him in the eye with contempt and disgust.
Sigurd stared back at her with his one remaining eye, his face filled with defeated fury and resentnt. "I bet you're enjoying this, huh, you sanctimonious bitch," his voice ca out a little raspy from pure hatred. "I ca so close to wiping out the Enclave and taking Finnmark for the vampires, and if you'd just agreed to my plans from the start, we'd be ruling together now!"
But Liv scoffed, before smirking and pinching her nose, "I'm sorry, can you repeat that? Your sll is so bad, it's actually making blind and deaf."
With his words going completely ignored and Liv going out of her way to humiliate him more, Sigurd roared in anger and tried to lunge forward like a rabid animal, only to be stopped by the chains binding him.
Liv continued smirking, not flinching from his attempts to attack her, "We would have never ruled together, Sigurd. You'd always have been a snivelling little man-child pressed down by my heel as you desperately tried to look up my skirt. I wonder, since I rejected you in the past, did you actually consider having sex with my shrivelled up ghoul body?"
The flicker in his eyes told her all she needed to know, so she scoffed with disgust, "Figured as much. But I bet you didn't go through with it, coward that you are."
Again, the humiliated and defeated look in his eyes told her the answer, but she didn't give him a chance to actually answer. Her smirk morphed into a small smile, "Regardless, I actually have to comnd you. Betraying was the only way you where going to get any real power, and you almost succeeded."
Then, she stood up with a look of hatred and disgust, "But you failed. You played your hand and fell down. So now, it will be my pleasure to deliver your judgent."
Finally, Sigurd found so words to respond as he scread at her, spittle flying, "You think that's your place?! My plans would have succeeded if it hadn't been for Runa's son returning at the right ti! You were at my rcy, unable to resist!" His face showed increasing amounts of insanity with every word.
Rather than get embarrassed, Liv grinned tauntingly, "I know. That's why I decided to submit myself to him. He ravaged my body all night, you know?"
She said her words loud enough that everyone in the square could hear her, baffling the Enclave shapeshifters. A small number were disgusted at the idea of a shapeshifter like Erik having sex with a vampire, but the overwhelming majority felt a strange sense of pride. It was like having another victory over the Dominion, by having its current leader declare such a thing in public.
Public opinion of Erik rose once again. Even many previous detractors of his apparent rcy were becoming swayed. The vampires may live, but if their leader submitted themselves to the Enclave's leader, wouldn't that an the Enclave ruled the Dominion?
As hushed whispers started filling the town of Kirkenes once again, no one on the podium paid it any mind. Liv didn't seem to feel any sha at all, even showing a hint of pride.
The one hit hardest by her words, however, was Sigurd. His mouth hung open and his last remaining eye was wide in shock. He'd been pursuing Liv for years, and when he finally reached the third rank, he expected to be capable of claiming her, but in the end, all he could do was betray her and turn her into a ghoulified puppet.
And now this young brat of a werewolf ca in and took what should have been his? His mind reeled as a kind of fury that defied comprehension filled his being.
Yet, before he could recover, Liv used his open mouth to rip out his tongue in one quick motion. She'd had enough of his words, and they weren't needed anymore.
Ignoring his pained gurgles, she turned around to face the Enclave with a sombre and dignified expression.
It was ti to take a little responsibility for the persecution of the Enclave, and execute Sigurd.
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