Disclaimer: Lenna, Xaiden, the ditzes, Deziktra (the witch), Mannonda, and the goblin servants (including Skhod) are mine. No one else is.
Deziktra smiled as she looked into her dark, murky pond. The image it held was that of Lenna, lying alone on the forest floor, bleeding to death.
She was honestly surprised that her possession of Xaiden had been so easy. Normally when she tried to possess one, they would fight it. Of course, normally they knew she was coming. As far as Xaiden had been concerned, she was merely a witch he'd made a deal with long ago and his past was precisely where she remained in his mind.
Her smile broadened. She's always taken great pleasure in dealing with fools.
She let out a laugh when she saw Lenna's last breath be released. The one threat to her plans was dead.
Satisfied, she washed the image away with a flick of the wrist and turned to walk to her meditation chamber. She needed to feed her powers to ensure conquest.
She meditated on the way things would be when she ripped the Goblin Kingdom from Jareth's grasp. A cruel grin crossed her face as images of Jareth as her foolish jester and Xaiden as her mindless puppet swam through her mind. And the image of Sarah being ravaged by her men was like rich, sweet icing on an already-perfect cake.
