"Vampires, sorcerers, witches, and humans," Arabella spelled aloud to the races that filled Versailles and with ease she blinked at the now frightened minister, the very same chilled by her cold gaze. "I have made a weapon that could kill regardless who it is. But in no way have I planned on using those weapons for war. I won't amass it either."
Helena who heard what weapon was made by her felt a little shiver down her spine. Something in her feels as though this weapon if amass would perhaps really be a weapon that could turn into a deadly force, perhaps so deadly that it would cause millions of death.
"I agree-"
"That is not fair," demanded Christopher. "Those witches and sorcerers wanted us dead and we cannot have a weapon to use for protection? You are our about to be our Queen, you rule us and your responsibility is to protect us. Your mercy towards the sorcerers or witches aren't necessary as we come first."
