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Photograph A Blood Rose
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“Stay still just like that…and…gotit. Five-minute break! Crew, alternate the backdrop. I want an ombré transition from shadow grey to black. That will emphasize the next set of pictures. Makeup crew, touch up De Luca. Bring in the alternate set of fabrics, and I want red petals. Get those pronto!”
“Yes, ma’am!” the crew members declared and scurried off at Whitney’s command.
I had to admit, I didn’t think we’d be able to pull this off with just my connections, but once again, Willow pulled through by getting in touch with her sister, Ruby, and requesting her aid in the mischief.
This was a bit mischievous when I thought about it, and the devious plan was unfolding into a fucking masterpiece.
It was two in the morning and we were on the final set of photos that would be put into the magazine that would launch at 6 AM and be on every stand in NYC by morning. No one would know about it since the NDAs were already signed by the printing company, and no leaks would be tolerated.
This would be the ultimate blow - the perfect ‘fuck you’ that would leave them thinking twice before deciding to side with the Coven. To be honest, the Vatican wasn’t as powerful as they tried to project themselves as in our realms of powerful societies.
Supernaturals as a whole matched against fae left us in a pretty close tie when it came to hierarchy. It was when you broke down the supernatural races in their subcategories like purebloods, vampires, wolves, and so forth, that the fae ended up being absolute.
It didn’t excuse that demigods were secretly the highest form of power on the scale, but everyone loved to ignore that tiny factor thinking demigods couldn’t give two shits about anyone else under them, and thus, they didn’t really “apply” on the hierarchy ladder.
I bet Dimitris would say otherwise, but then again, he really doesn’t concern himself with many races.
The Vatican used to be around the fourth rank in the hierarchy, between the Coven, who was third, and Mundanes who were fifth. However, over the years, with the sneaky activities the Vatican would perform behind closed doors, they easily rose to the third spot of threatening force.
And as of recently, the Coven would soon be at the bottom of the chain with regular animals.
The move we were pulling would make them fear the world knowing their dirty little secret, and that was exactly what I sought for them.
For them to be quivering in mercy and begging for my assistance.
This could also backfire along the way. The Vatican could get pissed off and try to get payback, especially with Willow involved, but what were they gonna? Shoot her? Try to assassinate her? Better yet, throw her off a fucking plane or some stupid movie shit?
Did I ever mention that the Vatican enjoys copying shit from James Bond movies? Totally “original”.
I doubted the Vatican would do anything to counter our plan of defiance, and if they did, I was pretty confident we’d catch onto it before it transpired. Maybe I secretly did want them to have the balls to try to fight us.
Then I could go all out and really make them feel my wrath.
My demon was itching for some action –or maybe he just wanted to come out and taunt Willa for a few minutes. I’d been trying to ignore that nagging sensation in the back of my mind, but it would only become a matter of time before he came out to entice our Sweet Flower and get to play around with Willa.
Or maybe Will since Willow is William right now.
The thought encouraged me to look at the male in question, who sat there with his eyes closed while the makeup crew worked on fixing any cracks in his foundation from the heat in here. It felt like a damn oven in this studio, but there were so many people hustling and bustling to make ends meet that it made sense that it felt like an oven in here.
Most of our photos together were done, but Whitney wanted to do another round of shots for William because she said the vibe needed to be darker to emphasize how deadly William could be.
The shadows, the looming aura, everything needed to be perfect. The red suit Ruby had managed to make in an hour after Willow had called to inquire if she could assist us matched with the black strands and dark red lips. When you put everything together, you had a sinful man who could surely bring a few purebloods to the yard.
Maybe I can bribe Dimitris with some exclusive photos.
Despite the last-minute idea, the first set had turned out magnificently beautiful. Willow in white with hints of red was such an alluring sight to witness. It was like watching an immaculate Snow White tainted in blood and sin, only Willow looked like an innocent soul who’d take over the fucking world if given the opportunity.
Tainted innocence was a look she could prevail in portraying to the world.
I noticed Loki come from the shadows of the corner of the set, his mere strides making everyone else move in the completely opposite direction until he was standing next to William, who continued to sit on the propped throne.
William barely paid mind to him, taking a second to open his eyes and give the bulky man a side glance before he closed his eyes once more.
