The Abbey's Angels: Prologue
A white medieval horse drawn carriage was seen to be trotting along a dirt pathway leading to Balkov Abbey.
"Madame Margaret we have arrived at Balkov Abbey." said a French accented feminine voice.
"Excellent." replied Madame Margaret. Suddenly, the carriage's door opened revealing the abbey's guard. The guard held out his hand only to be grasped by Madame Margaret's hand, he then pulled her out gently into the Russian cold. "My word, its sure is freezing out here isn't?" asked Madame Margaret.
The guard didn't reply but instead looked at Madame Margaret. "Oh! I …almost forgot my manners! My name is Madame Margaret I believe my assistant, Sprocket, called here telling Boris I would be arriving about a little business proposition I had for him." Said Madame Margaret, "Can you please tell me where he is?"
The guard still didn't reply but lead Madame Margaret into the abbey. Upon there she was met by plain brick walls, dim lighted hallways, and the foul stench of dread and fear hung in the air. He then led Madame Margaret down a dark hallway, the way to Boris's office.
"Lovely place to train young bladers into fine young warriors isn't it?" asked Madame Margaret flirtatiously.
The guard didn't reply at that remark but noticed he turned a fair shade of pink. Madame Margaret smiled to herself on how easily she flirted with this stupid brute.
"We have arrived Miss Madame Margaret." said gruffly the guard.
"I thank thee Monsieur." Replied Madame Margaret flirtatiously, as she batted her natural long eyelashes. The guard then once again blushed a fair shade of pink. He then turned around and made his way to his post to presume his duties.
Madame Margaret then faced a steel plated door and then began to bang on it gently but loud enough to be heard. "Come in." said a Russian voice. Madame Margaret then opened the door and proceeded to enter the room. She was then met by a purple-haired man who seems to be in his mid thirties.
"It's been a long time Boris Balkov since we've laid eyes on each other, far too long." said darkly Madame Margaret.
"Yes," replied Boris, "Far too long."
"Boris," began Madame Margaret, "You know the only reason I came to Russia is for you to consider about my generous offer for you and Voltaire's plan to take over the world, and to see my ex to make sure he doesn't fail."
"What's your proposition, Margi?" asked Boris
"Boris you know, you haven't used that name since our little ol' marriage a few "centuries" ago." replied Madame Margaret. "Anyways, my proposition is for me to lend a helping hand with your little ol' plan to take over the world, unless of course you don't accept a women's hand at, all?"
Boris didn't reply but instead ushered Madame Margaret to continue. "Boris my little plan for my definition of helping hand is to give you the best of the best from my "school", the only problem is I heard you only take male beybladers not female beybladers." said Madame Margaret.
"That is correct." replied Boris. "Females compared to males are incredibly weak."
"Now Boris, darling, not all females are weak; at least not my females." replied Madame Margaret.
"What do you mean by my females?" asked Boris.
"I mean that just like your abbey, my "school" also trains young bladers into perfect warriors, but the only differences are that we train young girls and that we teach these girls that females are dominant than males, and that males are the recessive of the genders!" exclaimed Madame Margaret. Madame Margaret then took a quick glance at Boris, who was lying back in his chair closing his eyes deep in thought.
"Go on, Margi." replied Boris.
"Any how my girls are more than capable of aiding you and your warriors in your plans for world conquest." replied Madame Margaret with a sinister smirk on her pale peach skin. "So what do say Boris dear? Do you accept or decline?"
Boris then leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes and thought long and hard before making a decision that will benefit the future of Biovolt. "Margi my dear you have yourself a deal!" exclaimed Boris. Boris and Madame Margaret shook hands on the deal that will lead a harsh lesson on love and respecting girls.
