Oh, Rehv was looking into it, all right, black, evil muscle that it was. “And then what.”
“We take control and do what is right. During his tenure, Wrath has restructured things… Look at what has been done to the Chosen. They are now allowed to tally on this side-unheard of! And slavery is outlawed, along with sehclusion for females. Dearest Virgin Scribe, next thing you know there’ll be someone wearing a skirt in the Brotherhood. With us in charge, we can reverse what he has done and recast the laws properly to preserve the old ways. We can organize a new offensive against the Lessening Society. We can triumph.”
“You’re using a lot of wes here, and somehow I don’t think that’s exactly what you are thinking.”
“Well, of course there needs to be an individual who is first among equals.” Montrag smoothed the lapels of his smoking jacket and angled his head and body as if he were posing for a bronze statue or maybe a dollar bill. “A chosen male who is of stature and worth.”
“And in what manner is this paragon going to be picked?”
“We’re going to move to a democracy. A long-overdue democracy that shall replace the unjust and unfair convention of monarchy…”
As a whole lot of blah-blah-blahing got its groove on, Rehv eased back, crossed his legs at the knees, and steepled his fingers. Sitting on Montrag’s fluffy sofa, the two halves him of warred, the vampire and the symphath clashing.