“It is done.” Clarion inclined her head. Ebony curls cascaded against the mother-of-pearl floor. “You’ve done well, Lise. Is this the match we hoped for?” Beams of sunlight surrounded the sisters in a wash of rainbow. The heavenly setting of white clouds and blue sky was surreal to Lise now, used as she was to the smog and buildings of the mortal realm. “The souls merged. This is a true joining and will bring the peace death has sought for so long.” Fatima scowled. Anger glittered in the dove gray of her eyes. “And what of the others? There must be balance. Order. Death grows weary, what if the rest decide to give up? What then?” Lise narrowed her eyes and held her shoulders straight. “It won’t happen. We will do what we must to maintain order. Even if that means meddling, which I know you love, sister dear.” Fatima turned a silver white, the air shivering with the snap of cold frost emanating from her every pore in a misty haze.
