The wind was biting, and the snow was thick. It swirled around her like a school of fish, darting this way and that. She squinted her eyes, and brought her arms in closer to her sides. Not against the cold, she had long gotten used to the fact that normal physical feelings were beyond her. After all, it had been years since he had taken her in and made her what she is. Beneath her, she listen to the rhythmic thump-thump of Blade's hooves in the snow. They had been riding all day, since being summoned in the morning.
"Ugh…lord knows the stress this is putting on his tendons…" she thought, annoyed. What did he want this time anyway? It had been a long time since he had had her do anything of great importance or fun, and she was beginning to enjoy the leisured life of days alone on the beach, well, with Blade of course. She was snatched back to reality by a sudden halt in movement, almost sudden enough to cause her to pitch over Blade's black shoulder. They had arrived to the compound. Blade danced nervously, his breath getting quicker and louder. She reached down and patted him reassuringly. "Easy, boy," she murmured, running her fingers through his thick mane. He calmed instantly at the sound of her voice. After Blade had calmed she lightly dismounted and let out a loud, long whistle. After a few seconds, her two Akitas, Miho and Akira, seemed to magically appear out of the snow. They romped happily towards her, playfully bumping each other. Lyra laughed lightly as Miho practically ran smack into her with Akira hot on his heels. Blade snorted. She walked to the front of his face and rested her forehead on his.
"Go on, now, I shouldn't be long." With that he whirled and galloped off. Lyra stood for a moment, the dogs at her side, watching his big black form majestically float across the ground.
"Friesians are such magnificent creatures," she said allowed. Akira looked up and whined.
"Haha…you are just as magnificent. Come on, let's go inside." With that, the three of them preceded through the heavy gates and into the large black building. The farther she walked the dimly lit hallways, the more uneasy she became. The guards at the door were silent as she approached, and they didn't acknowledge her when they pushed the door open, revealing a large room, blank and bare save for the desk and chair near the lit fireplace. Akira pushed her wet nose into her hand, and she took a deep breath and approached the three men standing in the room.
"My Lyra," Selatcia held out his hand, and she stiffened as his fingers touched her cheek. She instantly went cold. She swallowed hard.
"You summoned me?" she asked tensely.
"Ah yes," his raspy voice always managed to produce shivers throughout her body. "My greatest creation…you have served me well over the years," his fingers slowly dragged down to her throat. "Repaying your debt to me."
"I never asked to be this way!" Lyra spat bitterly. Selatcia's hand instantly tightened on her throat. The dogs growled threateningly, and General Crozier and Orlaag moved in, ready to defend Selatcia if necessary.
"Make no mistake, Lyra. I saved your life, as well as made it so much more. You have a greater purpose, and you will fulfill it." He tightened until Lyra was gasping, and then released her. She stumbled away. Mr. Selatcia chuckled darkly.
"What do you want me to do?" Lyra asked.
"That's better…the key to me ruling this world is Dethklok. They have the power to bring the metalocalypse about this universe, and the one who controls them, will become the most powerful being on Earth. I have sat back and watched the chosen ones grow and develop into what they are today, and now is the time to stage the next step in my plan. And when we succeed…you, my beautiful servant, will take your place at my side to rule together." Lyra shivered at that thought, and not in a good way.
"So what does this have to do with the job I am to do?" she asked.
"There is one thing that stands between me and Dethklok," he said, clicking a remote. A picture of a man in a suit and glasses appeared on the screen on the wall. "This man. He controls Dethklok, therefore the power is in his hands. He must be eliminated from the picture."
"Dethklok is looking for a new person to be head of security," this time it was Orlaag who spoke, "you are going to take that position, and gain inside information."
"And how do I get this position?" Lyra asked.
"They are holding an open try out in a week. A fight to the death, and the only one left standing will be the one hired." Crozier stated.
"And with your…abilities…I am certain it will be you. When the time is right, you will kill Charles Foster Offdenson, and Dethklok will be ours," Selatcia said.
Lyra slowly dropped to one knee and bowed her head, as she had done like clockwork many times.
"Do not fear. I will not fail…master." With that she took Selatcia's extended hand and rose. His eyes bore into hers for a moment, and she whirled and left quickly through the door.