The irony of the dream wasn't lost on me. Or the fact that once I woke up with a raven on my nightstand, warning me of someone coming, that I wasn't dreaming at all. With a groan I sat up, not necessarily meaning to, but mostly out of habit at this point. It was weird, this was only the second day and yet, was that chanting outside?
"Your awake," Munin mused. "Good we have more work to do." I held a hand up to him.
"Hold that thought. Because I'm going to tell you what I didn't tell that pompous deity. I'm not here of my own free will. I was stolen from Death and from my husband. If my children knew about this they would be furious, so I will be for them. I was given life that I didn't need, and I refuse to work for anyone but myself." My eyes narrowed. "Like I said, I was resurrected, and now it's going to be everyone's problem." I glared at Munin. Sure they were my system, but that didn't stop them from getting the same ire as if they were the one's that brought me to this place.
"Good. I'd expect nothing less."
"So you understand that I will likely be evil, correct?"
"According to some of them," Munin jerked their beak over their shoulder. "You already are. To others, you're a savior. That is the price of your path. So will we take over the city? Or leave it in ruin?"
"No, the people of this world clearly can't take care of their people. This city is mine. And I'll make it shine brighter and darker than ever before. It's time for a reckoning."
I held out my hand and they reformed back into a staff in my hand. I paid more attention to the mansion as I walked through it's halls now. The hall was lined with unnecessary trinkets that would be better suited in the hands of the people. I paused as I saw the house staff, lined up. They bowed to me and I did my best not to grimace.
"Yes?" I tried to keep the venom out of my voice.
"What would you like to do with us, Great Witch?" Now that caused my eyebrow to arch. I didn't think I'd be called anything, but I liked the way that sounded.
"Stay with the house. I may still have need of you. Disgard those rags though. Take all of these gaudy trinkets and sell them. Dig through the treasury and disperse it amongst yourselves and the people. I plan to show them how a town is truly run. Which of you is in charge?"
Two people stepped forward, a man in his possibly late fifties and a woman in her late forties if I was to guess. Made my heart ache as they did so.