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[Kal'iksix]

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Ten long years had passed since their rejoiced arrival to the Spider City. Kal’iksix and Zul’ixiva were highly favored within the house. Deadly assassins bringing all of the Empresss’ enemies to their knees, Kal’iksix had sensed a growing disconnect to her sister. The time had come to find out why.

Zul’ixiva stepped inside the dark room, unaware of what was in store for her. She was cautious to keep quiet as to not awaken her sister as she returned from her secret meeting with the Chamberlin.

“Another late night dear sister,” Kal’iksix spoke as she slipped from the shadows directly behind her sister, “We’ve been summoned to speak with the Queen.”

Zul’ixiva swallowed hard and nodded after being surprised by her sister. The secret meetings had given her the ability to separate her thoughts from her sister’s therefore breaking their psychic bond. Zul’ixiva was escourted with Kal’iksix behind her to their communing room just off their bedroom.

Kal’iksix forced her sister to the alter and ordered her to begin the ceremony to summon a yochol to open communication with Lloth Herself. Zul’ixiva lowered herself to her knees and began the sacred chants. Once the communication was established, Zul’ixiva spoke words of praise to the Queen while Kal’iksix was able to ask for the Queen’s Blessing to guide her hand. The broken bond allowed Kal’iksix to slip behind her sister and slit her throat unnoticed. The yochol smiled down at Kal’iksix as the lifeless body slipped from her arms to the floor.

Kal’iksix wiped the blade to her spider dagger that just spilt her twin sister’s blood with a sadistic smile on her face. Anger raged within her as she thought of the ten years she and her twin were in service to a house that had long lost the Spider Queen’s favor. The Exodus of the House of Viaxus angered the Queen as the Empress’ ego grew too big for her own good. Her entire life was groomed and prepped to serve the Chamberlain and Empress, only to have her own flesh and blood scheme behind her back to draw the sole favor of the Chamberlain and the Matron Mother of the house.

Still in conversation with the Spider Queen Herself, Kal’iksix smiled coldly at her reflection in the mirror. The voice of the Queen boomed from within her head, singing her praises and lavishing favor upon the stronger of the twin girls. If a male would hear the voice of Lloth, surely his head would explode.

“Usstan uil taudl nindel Usstan paken ussta draeval xuil elggin ilta. Lu'oh gumash Usstan naut revel wun l'guthlimia d'ussta nossta. Evagna ussta usstan'sargho ussta Valsharess, ussta Ilhar.”
(I am sorry that I took my time with killing her. How could I not revel in the importance of my birth? Forgive my arrogance my Queen, my Mother.)

The reply was that of forgiveness and pride in the sacrifice of her twin sister.
“Ol zhah draeval whol dos ulu y'teni l'mzilst powerful qu'ellar wun l'phreng,” the Queen replied to her.
(It is time for you to raise the most powerful house in the realm)

Kal’iksix stopped and looked at her reflection in the mirror again. She was confused on how she was to become a Matron Mother all by herself. To start from scratch, to forget her stealthy killing and become a leader was quite foreign to her.

“Lu'oh? Usstan tlun fridj biu drolnar.”
(How? I am just an Assassin.)

“Lac doeb l'uss ul'kas Nalimar. Uk inbalus tlus houseless whol ichl verve lu'continues ulu xun Ussta Orn. Uk orn tlu dosst Ilharn.”
(Seek out the one called Nalimar. He has been houseless for too long and continues to do My Will. He will be your Patron.)

Kal’iksix frowned at this response and drove the dagger into the wall by the mirror. The thought of needing a Patron repulsed her. She was the daughter of Lloth, why should she need a pathetic male??

“Where am I to find this male?” She asked aloud.

“In the streets of Skara,” was the reply that came to her head. Kal’iksix sighed and gathered her things for the journey. She knew better than to defy the Queen and her will. She was going to have to be very wile about how she was to convince this male that she was who she was and that Lloth “hand picked” him to serve her. It was not going to be an easy task if what she knew about males was true, let alone a male that belonged to another Matron. Kal’iksix strapped her sword to her waist just in case this male needed more persuasion than normal.