I am calm- the deadly calm that comes before the storm which will consume and rip apart all who attack and oppose me.
These humans never learn.
They accuse me of hexing them, yet do I not struggle with the rest? If I were truly the greedy sorceress everyone paints me to be, would I not have cash flowing like a river from my pocketbook instead of wondering if the rent will be paid?
What these fools fail to realize is if I truly wanted to unleash my fury, no amount of holy water or relics would be enough to remove the stain upon their souls.
Yet I swallow my rage- choke on the bile that rises from their insolence and ignorance- for these human scum are not worth wasting an ounce of my chi.
Still, the Beast rattles her cage, baring her fangs, hissing and spitting as she strains against her shackles.
Yet continue to provoke me, continue the petty accusations, the unwarrented attacks, and nothing will be able to chain the Beast when she is loosed.
And there will be none to blame save those that loosed her.
