<br/>Active Spell Effects: Contingency, Superior Resistance, Anticipate Teleportation, Spellstaff (True Seeing), Heart of Fire/Earth/Air/Water, Stallwart Pact, Heroes Feast<br/><br/>Jerion: Greater Resistance, Heroes Feast<br/><br/>*Someday this will be mine.* Abduxuel thought to himself while looking around his mother's throne room. The matron herself wasn't there yet and neither was her wizard. Aergrim was a powerful wizard and quite pleasant to look at. He would enjoy owning the wizard even more than the throne when the house was his. Abduxuel would lash that satisfied expression right off the Aergrim's face and make the mage thank him for it.<br/><br/>There was time for that in the future. The Matriarch's position was secure and her weaknesses unknown. The First Daughter had no real affection for his mother. Arissa did have his respect. In a different situation she would also have his gratitude for the freedoms she had given him so he could persue his natural talents and passions. If he didn't suspect it was a ruse to give them false security he might even think she cared about her children. Gratitude was not a quality for a priestess of Lolth. Pride was better. So he would ensure everything went Matron Arissa's way because she was the leader of the house that shared his blood and no one was going to fuck with the leader of *his* house.<br/><br/>Abduxuel had arrived accompanied by his eccentric co-conspirator who's skin glistened in the firelight like he was dusted with opals. Jerion was even paler than Anduxuel who's skin was a fine porcelain grey from his diabolic heritage. Matron Arissa appreciated beauty. So much so it seemed she chose the most beautiful of the lower planes to 'father' him. As for Jerion no one really knew what he was much less who. The only thing certain was that Jerion was some sort of psychic with mad visions.<br/><br/>Other than Jerion two of Abduxuel's witches shadowed him; Murmur and Lucifiriel. Other than their striking looks they were probably ignored as nothing but accessories to the priestesses. They had some minor talents but their only real claim to power was that they could combine their magic with Abduxuel's to make his stronger.<br/><br/>Erevan, the oldest of the Matrons living children, arrived shortly after Abduxuel had. "I'm pleased to see you here, male." Abduxuel said politely and extended his hand for his brother to kiss.<br/><br/><br/>Abduxuel had once done all he could to make himself as pleasing as possible for Erevan to be nearby. On the surface their relationship was a very pleasant one. He had whipped and berated his brother once not long after he became the first daughter for some feigned insult. That was never about Erevan personally. Abduxuel had to make a show of the new power dynamic between them. The priestesses had to prove he was just as unforgiving of the males as any who held Lolth's favor. After that he was allowed to have a plesant repoire with Erevan.  The only thing that stood out was how seldom Abduxuel said Erevan's name. The first boy was usually just "male". It was said without condescension as it was just a simple fact. The hidden message was clear though. The closeness of their relationship was that of a charity from a superior to their lesser and charity can be revoked if the beneficiary ever proved ungrateful.<br/><br/>Jerion also spoke to greet Erevan. "It was after a lifetime with her that she met me and when I had been with her forever I left because I had never met her. I would like to walk in the same direction this time." He said to Erevan. Whatever Jerion was talking about was probably obvious to his warped mind but was unlikely to mean anything to anyone else. It was clearly an attempt at conversation though.