"Lock her in the dungeon," Darcy ordered as she went into her still room, tossing her handbag on the countertop. "Keep her drugged. I do not want to deal with her." A little man, bent from age, scurried to do her bidding. "Hershel, keep her hands tied," he turned to go once again," Behind her." she finished. As he disappeared around the corner, she murmured to her cat which sat curled by the stone fireplace.<br/><br/>"The wretch's power is in her hands," Darcy explained to the cat who blinked stupidly at her mistress. The ice queen strode to the desk that occupied the wall by the fireplace and filtered through the documents that were piled high. Using the spiked red fingernails, she flipped over two and finally pulled out one that was yellow with age. The paper crinkled when she touched it, sounding like dried leaves. Darcy sat down in the black velvet chair and read over the words written there. She had found an ancient spell guaranteed to, not call, but create evil.<br/><br/>With a woman's power to create life within her body and a witch's power to manipulate matter without, Darcy had found the ingredients and the words to create an evil that would answer to her. She did not want Isolde to interfer. That goody two shoes, Darcy thought with a grimace, always wanting to treat people with such care. Humans, not even magical people, Darcy thought, noticing a rat running along the wall. With a flick of her wrist, she sent the creature flying, alive, into the fire where its squeals were shrieks of agony.<br/><br/>Turning on the cat, she said,<br/>"You do nothing and are not worth the kibbles in your bowl." and with another flick, sent the cat, yowling, after the rat.<br/><br/>The little gnome of a man poked his head around the corner.<br/><br/>"Mistress?" he stammered, "are you finished tossing creatures in the fire?"<br/><br/>Darcy glared at him,<br/><br/>"What Hershel?" she snapped.<br/><br/>"Oh, I have done as you wished with your guest. Was there anything else?"<br/><br/>Darcy narrowed her eyes and with a flick of her wrist, sent the man dying into the fire.