"Say what you must. I will not interrupt again," Neferet said emotionlessly.

"The reveal ritual over which Thanatos presided was witnessed by the young High Priestess, Zoey Redbird; her circle, each member of which has been gifted by Nyx with an elemental affinity; as well as several Sons of Erebus Warriors. During this ritual the earth gave record that you murdered a human, sacrificing her to the white bull of Darkness, who appears to be your Consort."

Neferet watched the High Council members shift nervously, as if just hearing the word Consort associated with the white bull was difficult for them to bear. That pleased her. Very shortly the High Council would have to bear more than simple words.

"Neferet, what do you say in your defense?" Duantia concluded.

Neferet drew herself up to her full height. She felt the threads of Darkness rustle around her, lapping at her ankles and slithering around her calves. "I need no defense. Killing the human was not an act of murder. It was a sacred sacrifice."

"You dare call Darkness sacred?" the Council member named Alitheia shouted.

"Alitheia, or Truth, as we would say in a language that isn't dead, I will impart a little of your own to you. The truth is that I am immortal. In a little over a hundred years I have attained more power than all of you in all of your centuries have managed to acquire. The truth is that in another hundred years, most of you will be dust, and I will still be young, powerful, beautiful, and a goddess. If I choose to sacrifice a human, no matter for what purpose, it is sacred and not sin!"

"Neferet, is Darkness your Consort?" Duantia's question shot through the silence following Neferet's shout.

"Conjure the white bull and ask Darkness yourself. But only if you dare," Neferet sneered.

"High Council, what is your judgment?" Duantia asked. She held Neferet's gaze as each of the High Council members stood and, one at a time, pronounced the same word, over and over, "Shunned!"

Duantia stood last. "Shunned!" she said firmly. "From this day forth, you will no longer be recognized as a High Priestess of Nyx. You will no longer be recognized as a vampyre at all. Henceforth you are dead to us." As one, the High Council members turned their backs to Neferet, and then the screen bleeped the CALL ENDED sound and the picture went blank.

Neferet stared at the black screen. She was breathing heavily, trying to control the tumult within her. The High Council had shunned her!

"Horrid old crones!" she ranted. Too soon! Neferet had, of course, intended to break with the High Council, but not before she had divided them and set them at each other's throats so that they would be too busy with the destruction happening within to meddle in the world she was fashioning outside their cozy little island. "I almost accomplished it before-when Kalona was posing as Erebus at my side. But Zoey ruined that by forcing me to reveal him as a fraud." Unable to quiet her frustration, Neferet stalked from the room, her stiletto heels crunching on the broken glass. She went out on the balcony, pressing her hands against the cold stone balustrade. "Zoey caused Thanatos to be sent to Tulsa to spy on me. And it was Zoey's mother who was too weak, too imperfect a sacrifice. Had Aurox not been a cracked vessel, the reveal ritual would have been stopped by Rephaim's death. And now I am shunned by the High Council and viewed as a domesticated ally by Tulsa humans." Neferet raised her arms to the sky and shrieked her anger. "Zoey Redbird will pay for what she has caused!"

Neferet reached down and ripped the silk robe from her, baring her body to the night. Naked, she threw out her arms and tilted back her head so that her long hair veiled her like a dark curtain. "Come to me, Darkness!" She braced herself, ready for the painful pleasure of her white bull's icy touch.

Nothing.

The only movement in the night was the restless, dark tendrils that had become her constant companions.

"My lord! Come to me! I am in need of you!" Neferet called.

"Your call is not a surprise, my heartless one."

Neferet heard his voice in her head, as always, but she did not feel his awe-inspiring presence. She dropped her arms, turning, searching for him. "My lord, I cannot see you."

"You need something."

Still not understanding why he had not appeared to her, Neferet did not allow her confusion to show. Instead she responded seductively. "What I need is you, my lord."

Instantly, the thickest of the snake-like minions of Darkness detached itself from the others that slithered over her ankles. It whipped around her waist, slicing through her smooth skin and drawing a perfect circle of scarlet. The other tendrils crawled up her legs, moving to feed from the warm wash of her blood.