"Have all the Shepherds escaped?"
After cleaning the blood and debris off of her, she responded, "Yes, after Chrom fell, they all dispersed, " she smirked, "They're quite useless without their leader and tactician."
"I'm surprised you let them escape. Seems the previous owner of that body still has a faint hold on it."
She frowned. "It would seem so. My attacks were not at their full potential. The soul within this body is weak, but it still has some control." She dismissed it with a wave. "But no matter, it will fade away soon enough. I hold no concern over it."
"What will you do with the body?" Validar pointed at the crumpled corpse on the floor. Blood still seeping from the victim's wound.
She walked over to it, and turned the body over. The body belonged to Chrom. When the Shepherds came to the Table, Grima took full control of her. She didn't even resist him, she had fully accepted her role. Destiny would follow its course. She stabbed him with a bolt of Thoron, and he died instantly. Though she remembered he did utter out a few words to her. She didn't even bother to listen to them. Even in death, he was a fool.
From his body, she retrieved Falchion. A sword made from one Naga's teeth, passed down the exalted family. Just touching it made her hands burn. A dangerous weapon that could be used against her. But now with it in her possession, she had one less thing to worry about. "Two halves of a greater whole, huh, Chrom?"
"What will you do now, Master Grima?"
"Nothing"
"N-nothing?"
"Yes. Did you not hear me?"
"I advise against it, Master."
"Oh, so you have something else in mind?"
"The Shepherds are currently on the run. They are at their weakest. Not only have they lost their leader and king, but their tactician as well. They are tired and mentally weak as well. Their morale is at a all time low. I assure you that I could be able to finish them off, if you summon the strongest Grimleal with me, I will command them and end this swiftly."
"And who said you are a part of my plan?" She retorted.
"What?"
"I no longer need your assistance anymore. Your usefulness has been used up. Rather, you are a burden."
"B-but, Master. I was the one who resurrected you. I was the one who brought you your vessel." His voice grew louder. "Without me, you would not be here. All you were able to accomplish was my doing!"
"SILENCE!" Tired of his incessant chatter, she casted a powerful spell at him, sending him flying across the room.
"How dare you speak like that to me. You do not know your place!"
He was writhing in pain on the floor, his groans echoed throughout the castle. He was slowly bleeding out. "Gah, what have...you done?"
"I am simply giving you the reward you deserve. Go, accept death's embrace with open arms. Sacrifice yourself like a true Grimleal would."
After a few minutes of watching him struggle on the ground, he finally ceased moving. Silence engulfed the castle. Now the only living thing was her. On the ground laid her best friend and her father. If she could kill them without a second thought, the others would easily fall as well.
"You know father, you never met your grandson. He's very gifted and smart. He takes after me you know, he wants to follow my footsteps. And he always listens to what I say. Mother knows best, right?" She raised her hood up to cover her face. "How I about I bring him here? I'm sure he would love to meet you, he always wanted to know more about his family heritage." She started walking away, leaving behind the two corpses. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back." And with that, she started the trek back to the Shepherds. This was just the beginning of the end.