“You three will be my hand maidens the bearers of my message to the world.” Wiley C. kept his voice low and intense. In its vibrato it alternated between growling and purring, filling the small dark room with his essence.

Three women in white knelt before him, hands folded. In the red light of the candles, fear melted from their faces, replaced by passion. His words were lighting a fire inside them, he could see light shining in their eyes. He could very nearly see the emotions that colored the flame- desire, certainty, trust, and pride. They were the chosen ones. They were special. Underneath those obvious emotions, coals to their fire, was a sense of vindication. In him, they understood that the world that had hurt them was wrong and that they were right.

He wasn’t good at deviating from the script but Wiley C. felt like something inside of him pushing to capitalize on this moment. “You will be the seed that changes the world, that shows them their errors, that leads by example. Come, let me anoint you.”