Morgana had received the update on the operation about 15 minutes ago. The Director had been killed by some assassins that she had hired. Smiling she threw the report away. She’d proven even without the use
Of magic she could remove her enemies. That ring of Merlin’s would be in her possession soon enough.

One of her security guards came through the door holding a box, smiling and stood up to receive the ring. But as she got near the guard took off his hat and smiled. It was none other than the Director, she could feel his psychic claws digging into her head. His anger seemed to feed his power as she even felt the other personalities thoughts mixing with her own.

“You’ve been a bad girl Morgana, I think this time around the role you should play…”

The conversation went quickly as she was swept away in pleasures of love normally reserved for a mortal.

Psychics and Mystics where two sides of the same coin. By the time he was done she was too tired to raise the alarm. But when she woke she found more than five dozen long stem red roses waiting for her. Along with a note that simply read the one thing she dreaded most.

“The world may become yours, however, I will settle for having my fun. Hope you enjoy the movies I have planned.”