Time to go for the throat. Her voice catches as my eyes blaze with fury and I grit out "I will tolerate no demands for unearned respect from someone who consciously had their child raped to death."
"Sure why not." Cyrus nodded. "I think Professor Snape is right about one thing. At least he looks like a very dangerous, brainless troll. It turns out, that's the kind of students that are getting a lot of care in the Slytherin House these days. It's a shame."
"You are a coward, Danzo," Hiruzen finally managed to calm down. "Hide in your shadows. Scheme as much as you want. Because you will only realize how utterly alone you are when you stand above my dead body. You will realize that the reason you think you are the smartest in the room is because you are the only one in that room. You will isolate yourself with your flawed thinking, and you will never be able to listen to anyone else. That's why you will never be suitable to be a Hokage. And that's why you will never be one."
"So, you haven't," Hiruzen said, taking out another bottle of sake and downing it like it was nothing. Danzo would have thought it was water if not for the strong smell coming from it. "Well, there is a first time for everything we do in this world. So, look carefully because before you is death."
Samale was imagining the man's reaction if he realized the person in front of him was one of the richest on Earth and possibly even the galaxy. '' No problem. And here's a tip.''
Let me say something, I hate the Batarians to the core now. They are the main reason everyone died last cycle, so I was getting pretty annoyed with them already.
The battle against the Reapers was a bloodbath once more. This time, for some unknowable reasons, both the Leviathans, who allied with us during their creation and the Batarians, who were also an allied race, betrayed everyone.
Of course, it wasn't all sunshine. As I mentioned before, we won the war, but we lost a few allies, 'Garus, EDI, Ashley, Samara... I could not save them.'
She shivers for a moment as my breath caresses her reddened ear but suddenly composes herself, her eyes now showing her hidden hunger instead of the well practiced meekness she projected as her smile turns outright manic "It would be my pleasure."
Another two hours later, and well into the deep night it was Tolfdir's turn to stand in the room's center half-naked. The man was, as one might expect, utterly ripped below those wizardly robes and now he was about to make himself even more disgustingly powerful.