Annabelle stood outside the newly erected manor. In just a month her workers had brought to life the control center for Sevastion. She was quite proud of them, but had expected no less. They were all quite eager to please as they didn't want to disappoint and be devoured, or replaced. Now all she had to do was finalize the deal for the woman who would reign with her son.
Hastily she flicked open her phone, dialing the number to a different sort of hell.