Darcy stepped from the shower, wrapping a fluffy white towel around her blonde head. She tied on a royal blue satin wrapper that ended just below her shapely ass. Making a moue in the mirror, she picked up some ruby red lipstick and coated her full lips. Pressing a kiss into a tissue, she discarded the tissue in the trash but then thought better of it. She used a mother of pearl inlaid lighter to ignite the delicate paper and dropped it into the sink. Darcy was taking every precaution to guard her and her creation, her wonderful son, Zanzibar. She would leave nothing to chance to be used against them in a spell. Not that just any kind of magik would be effective against either of them but better safe than sorry.<br/><br/>Putting the finishing touches on her makeup, Darcy turned at the slamming of the door. She went into the plush living room, replete with Rococo furnishing and Turkish rugs. The contrast between the heavy ornately carved tables and chairs and the delicate gold and scarlet on the carpet reflected the intricate power of Zanzibar and Darcy’s effect on the population. She had never been more satisfied with life than in this moment.<br/><br/>“Hello, darling,” she purred, crossing the room to run her long tapered fingers over his lapel. She couldn’t help but admire her perfect ruby red nails against his grey uniform.<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Zanzibar entered the room, shutting the door firmly behind him. The room had an exquisite array of furnishings, a display of prosperity resulting directly from their growing influence over the general populace. His lips tightened as he swept his gaze over the room; fancy adornments, expensive rugs, elegantly carved furniture- it all seemed exceptionally pointless to him. Some would have considered such things to be a measure of power, but the power he sought fell far beyond such trivialities.<br/><br/>Their followers were many, but weak, and there were forces at work that needed to be addressed. They were close enough that it was impossible to disregard their presence, and he knew his mother was just as aware of them as he was. As for Darcy, he'd sensed her quite strongly as he neared the dwelling, and although he had not seen her in quite some time he knew meeting with her was necessary.<br/><br/>Empty black eyes observed her approach; a satisfied look played about her mouth as she greeted him in her satin robe, the fondness she felt for him evident in her voice as she placed her slender fingers on his person. He allowed a small smile to stretch his lips but the rest of his countenance remained rigid as he regarded her. She was already wearing makeup despite looking like she'd recently come out of the shower- it came as no surprise to him, as the woman was eternally obsessed with her appearance. It was difficult to believe he had once seen the purpose behind taking such pains.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Hello, Mother." </span><br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>“Let me take your coat,” she said, giving him a kiss on the cheek.<br/><br/>Now that Zanzibar was an adult, Darcy rarely made sexual overtures to him. While he was amazing in bed, she realized that he was all about control and two dominants in one bed was one too many. She reserved her intimate times for the high officials who were subject to suggestion during pillow talk. Darcy realized with a start that she had no idea what her son was doing to fulfill his own needs.<br/><br/>Darcy then walked to the credenza to pour them both a drink. Hers the usual gin and tonic, but Z was a bit unpredictable these days.<br/><br/>“What would you like?” she inquired, holding up the bottle she was serving from.<br/><br/>“ I heard from Herr Klingfelter that our place in the upcoming parade would be right after Hitler’s car, but I told him that we should precede the Fuhrer to prepare the people properly.”<br/><br/>Darcy smiled, slyly like a fox, “ Of course, he has no idea why the people need to be prepared.”<br/><br/>She walked to the low couch with its camel back, setting the high ball glasses on the side table. Reclining there, Darcy modestly pulled the wrapper around herself before crossing her impossibly long legs.<br/><br/>Taking a satisfying sip, she went on, “I was quite ready for summer. The groundwork for our rulership has been grueling and I have been looking forward to reaping the harvest of our labour. But,” she tapped her fingernail against the glass, “something feels off.”<br/><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Zanzibar wordlessly surrendered his coat and moved deeper inside the room as Darcy strode over to the credenza. When asked what he wanted to drink he indicated the same bottle she had poured her own drink from, but he shook his head when she moved to add the tonic water. He saw no need to dilute the beverage.<br/><br/>Once the drinks were poured he listened as his mother regaled him with details concerning the upcoming parade. The specifics were not too important to him; it was more about the message that needed to be sent. The people needed to know where they could find their salvation.<br/><br/>Once Darcy sat down he moved closer, picking his own glass up from the side table, swirling the clear liquid inside before taking a sip. He listened in silence as she spoke of the work they'd done, and when she mentioned something feeling off, he grunted.<span style="font-weight: bold">"There is power present in Mittenwald, and I am not speaking of us." </span><br/><br/>He paused, his silence speaking volumes as he watched the woman who had brought him into the world.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"It is close, and the movements I sense are not of a random nature. There is purpose to it, as if representative of a gathering of strength. If my suspicions are correct, then it stands to reason that there is some opposition that may yet hope to stand against us."<br/></span><br/><div><hr style="height:2px; width:100%; border:0; color: black;background:black;"/></div><br/><br/>Darcy tossed back her head and laughed. The sound was like tinkling bells with a razor edge.<br/><br/>“What fools. I hope there is a coalition. Bring all the miserable peasants into one place and we can crush them cohesively. Think, darling, of all the power we can siphon off when we accomplish that! I get goose bumps just thinking of it.”<br/><br/>She sipped her drink, the ice tapping against the sides of the glass. Darcy frowned and rose to make another drink.<br/><br/>“I forget how arrogant the righteous are. Over and over they are crushed by darkness and over and over they struggle back to their feet.”<br/><br/>Darcy shook her head.<br/><br/>“They just won’t admit that they are defeated. Once the population reaches the critical mass, that tipping point that will slide humanity right into our hands, or our jaws, depending on how generous  you might be feeling today, then those few who have managed to hold off our influence will fall. How the mighty are fallen, said the poet. I can hardly wait. To think, I had this vision and you became reality. Together, we are invincible.”