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Seryph knew that Hastur felt a certain kinship for her. Despite effectively murdering several of his compatriots, Hastur was known for believing that Bianca still harbored feelings of regret for her actions back at the Institute. It was these assumed emotions that Hastur believed would turn Bianca to Peccavii's cult, and Seryph knew that the only way to drop Hastur's guard would be to distract him with the notion that he could sway yet another hapless soul to his perverse cause.
"The inherent flaw of being a master of emotions is being blinded by your own." Seryph said as their cruiser docked at Annosh-3 Space Station. "Hastur can read people's feelings because they feel the same way he feels. He bases his readings on his own nature. He assumes that you regret betraying Sven and Mubwin. He assumes you still hold feelings for Samhain. He assumes you feel guilt for killing Chisiin. Any normal person would feel the way he would feel. You are no normal person.
"You are a cold-hearted hero. You are defiant out of harsh logic and blind abandon. You are no longer capable of feeling in the same way as someone like Hastur. This is why Hastur will never realize that this is nothing more than a trap, because he assumes you hold his same code of honor.
"You have no honor. You feel no regret for leading a former friend to what may be their demise. You're the only one who can do what must be done in this situation: subdue Hastur and bring him to us for interrogation."
Bianca had infiltrated the Space Station two days before. In the meeting hall where she and Hastur were to discuss cease fire terms she laid her spider's web. The walls and ceilings were laced with immobilization rays, all encoded with Hastur's DNA signature, so that they would train on him the moment Bianca activated the system.
"You assume I have something to be fucking stubborn about." Bianca scoffed from across the table. "I think you mistake me for someone who gives a damn."
Hastur's eyes met Bianca's, the yellow of his eyes shining with piercing certainty. "You have much to defend, my dear. Those friends who still believe in your precious Lie. Everyone who clings to this life. You are stubborn for their collective sake." Hastur's pupils widened as they attempted to force their way through Bianca's own tenacious gaze.
"Lies." Bianca huffed in defiance, her will reeling with Hastur's invasive stare. "Nothing but damned lies. I just do what I do to spite fucking bastards like you."
Hastur took a step back, his eyes showing frustration but never breaking from Bianca's view. "Is that not a lie you tell to yourself? Are you not lying to yourself to defend what little semblance of respectable ideology you still retain? You compound lie upon lie, warping your own illogical desires into a system of beliefs that even you know to be nothing more than a fabrication."
Bianca's pupils narrow, focusing her will to proverbial pinpoints and ousting Hastur's mental intrusion. "I fight fire with ice. I fight truth with lies. The only way to beat fuckers like you who insist on opening eyes that need to remain shut is to pretend those eyes are wide open."
Shaken by his failed attempt to sway Bianca's mind, Hastur laughed with a combination of pity and admiration. "Yes. Stubborn would indeed be an insult." And with his comment Hastur drew his blade, knowing full well the only form of persuasion one such as Bianca would comprehend.
The first two rays were dodged with relative ease. Hastur parried them with his blade, reflecting them at the perfect angle, so as not to allow the beams to take hold of his only weapon. As the rays reflected away from his blade, Hastur spun around and made a diving charge down the table. Bianca watched as Hastur lunged with all of his effort, his blade noticeably trained upon her throat. More rays shone from all angles, and with each beam that truck Hastur his assault began to slow. He wrested free from several in mid-flight, but with each hold that he broke two more met their mark.
Despite his best effort, Hastur's blade never had a chance of piercing Bianca's throat.
Bianca smiled as she lifted a black atachè case onto the table below Hastur. "Unlike my youth, I now prefer to express my true feelings in non-verbal ways. Some things can never be expressed in words."
Hastur burst out into maddening laughter. His eyes, glowing with etheric power, trained themselves upon Bianca's. "So the ice queen does hide something within that leaden heart! Indeed you do let your guard down once someone is your captive subject. I see now that you were never the woman that Samhain believed you to be. If this hallowed, bitter heart is your true self, you are truly a creature of this deceitful world."
Bianca didn't return Hastur's "compliment," choosing to continue her sly smile as she opened her case, inside of which was numerous long, slender needles. Bianca began placing each of the foot-long spikes one by one upon the table.
"Before you begin your little homicidal sojourn, let me ask you this: You know that we Peccavii are willing to sacrifice ourselves and commit horrible deeds to achieve our ends. We find that the ends justify the means. But do your allies feel the same way? Does Mr. Gibbons or Tanin feel it is worth sacrificing one's honor and pride and innocence in order to preserve your existence? Are you not sacrificing that which you want to defend? Is it worth it?"
With Hastur's question, Bianca placed the last remaining spire upon the table. With that gesture, she flicked a switch within the atachè case. The needles rose into the air, their intended trajectory clearly aimed at Hastur's prone form. A dull hum permeated the banquet hall as Bianca's eyes met Hastur's, and with a cold smile she responded.