Chapter Six
Wednesday, April 30
It was not long before Dylan made his request to join Dark Mesa Temple. First, however, he sent someone in ahead of him. Dylan's contacts had told him that Chakira had thing for Latin men. His friend Corey Sanchez owed him a life debt, so it was easy to call in a favor. All Corey needed, were instructions and a love potion before he was sent on his merry little way. Corey was easy to maniuplate. Perfect for the job.
A handsome man, Corey was hard to resist. Chakira would quickly be infatuated with the new man in her life, and would easily agree to initiating Dylan without much though as to whom he worked for. That is, if Corey had not been name High Priest already. If that happened, Dyaln would have to "talk" to Corey.
Dark Mesa Temple sat in council a few days later. The seven women were discussing whether to let Dylan Therrian into the coven. He didn't care if he wasn't made High Priest right away...Corey was not in the coven, so Dylan had time to work his way to the top. No need to hurry. There was never a need to hurry. When it was a smooth operator like Dylan, things could take their time.
Besides, Chakira was still infatuated with Corey. In addition, she was not even dreaming of who might have sent him. Corey was doing his duty. And well. Just as long as the sniveling little idiot didn't take Dylan's place...
"What do we think? Should we let Dylan into the coven?" Chakira asked.
"You still want to initiate Corey?" Aimee asked in reply.
"I believe so. I would like to make Corey High Priest." She paused. "Are we all agreed that we want to initiate both Dylan and Corey?"
Everyone nodded or said yes. It was a unanimous vote, just like it was supposed to be. The seven women then began to plan the upcoming ceremonies. Two initiations and one High Priest ceremony. Nothing that Dark Mesa Temple hadn't done before. And yet...It was so different from the norm.
Dylan was furious. He was thisclose to becoming High Priest. Now? His sources had told him that Corey had been initiated before him, and made High Priest the same night. That little piece of crap had done specifically what Dylan had told him not to do.
The position of honor had been snatched from his grasp. All by a meek and lowly piece of scum like Corey! How horrid! Dylan sat down in an easy chair and thought. Perhaps a contract should be taken out on that asshole.
No. That would be going too far. Dylan would wait until the women of Dark Mesa Temple could instruct him. Once Dylan was instructed in the magickal arts, he could deal with Corey himself.
That would be good. An assassin could fail, take too long, or be imprecise. A well-placed spell or ceremony would be perfect and direct. A spell did not need to kill...The right spell could make life hell for anyone or anything. No need for Dylan or anyone to touch a hair on Corey's body.
Dylan would merely need to do a little pushing. His contacts told him that covens tended to take things slowly when it came to teaching, especially if they followed a tight regimen from the Gardnerian or Alexandrian traditions. Dylan's new coven would have to move a bit faster.
Wednesday, April 30
It was not long before Dylan made his request to join Dark Mesa Temple. First, however, he sent someone in ahead of him. Dylan's contacts had told him that Chakira had thing for Latin men. His friend Corey Sanchez owed him a life debt, so it was easy to call in a favor. All Corey needed, were instructions and a love potion before he was sent on his merry little way. Corey was easy to maniuplate. Perfect for the job.
A handsome man, Corey was hard to resist. Chakira would quickly be infatuated with the new man in her life, and would easily agree to initiating Dylan without much though as to whom he worked for. That is, if Corey had not been name High Priest already. If that happened, Dyaln would have to "talk" to Corey.
Dark Mesa Temple sat in council a few days later. The seven women were discussing whether to let Dylan Therrian into the coven. He didn't care if he wasn't made High Priest right away...Corey was not in the coven, so Dylan had time to work his way to the top. No need to hurry. There was never a need to hurry. When it was a smooth operator like Dylan, things could take their time.
Besides, Chakira was still infatuated with Corey. In addition, she was not even dreaming of who might have sent him. Corey was doing his duty. And well. Just as long as the sniveling little idiot didn't take Dylan's place...
"What do we think? Should we let Dylan into the coven?" Chakira asked.
"You still want to initiate Corey?" Aimee asked in reply.
"I believe so. I would like to make Corey High Priest." She paused. "Are we all agreed that we want to initiate both Dylan and Corey?"
Everyone nodded or said yes. It was a unanimous vote, just like it was supposed to be. The seven women then began to plan the upcoming ceremonies. Two initiations and one High Priest ceremony. Nothing that Dark Mesa Temple hadn't done before. And yet...It was so different from the norm.
Dylan was furious. He was thisclose to becoming High Priest. Now? His sources had told him that Corey had been initiated before him, and made High Priest the same night. That little piece of crap had done specifically what Dylan had told him not to do.
The position of honor had been snatched from his grasp. All by a meek and lowly piece of scum like Corey! How horrid! Dylan sat down in an easy chair and thought. Perhaps a contract should be taken out on that asshole.
No. That would be going too far. Dylan would wait until the women of Dark Mesa Temple could instruct him. Once Dylan was instructed in the magickal arts, he could deal with Corey himself.
That would be good. An assassin could fail, take too long, or be imprecise. A well-placed spell or ceremony would be perfect and direct. A spell did not need to kill...The right spell could make life hell for anyone or anything. No need for Dylan or anyone to touch a hair on Corey's body.
Dylan would merely need to do a little pushing. His contacts told him that covens tended to take things slowly when it came to teaching, especially if they followed a tight regimen from the Gardnerian or Alexandrian traditions. Dylan's new coven would have to move a bit faster.