Ohhhh, shit, Raith had already heard of the Order through his own channels. That either meant that Lenora’s information slipped through more cracks than she wanted to, or, more likely, one of the agents had been sloppy in their own work. Either way he knew, and really that was ok, since she didn’t need to explain to him who the Order saving some time. At his mention of Sirona, however, Lenora shook her head. ”No, they don’t, well, hrm, how do I put this? When she rose some of the older members wanted to try and ally with her, thinking that her goals would align with the Orders. However, our envoys came back saying that she didn’t think as the Order does; that all vampires should be killed. From what I heard her view was to judge each individual on their own merit, and not the whole of one race or species. Because of that the older members who were in charge stopped wanting to ally with her, as they no longer saw their causes allying.” Lenora explained of the situation the best she knew of it.

When Raith turned on her and asked why Lenora blinked as she listened to him speak further. When asked if she had killed for them she nodded, and when he was finished allowing her time to answer Lenora cleared her throat, she’d give a shortened version of what she told Syn, as to save some time. ”Because I have been living a lie my whole life that they have been feeding me. I thought my mother raped by my vampire father, but, in truth, she was the vampire, he was human and they love each other. When the Order found out my mother was already pregnant with me. They kept them both alive and lock away from each other until I was born, and once I was they executed them both, making each watch the other die.”

”From then on I was raised to do two things; hate vampires and kill anyone associated with them. I was treated from the start like nothing but a weapon. I dealt with the verbal abuse because I thought it was normal, I dealt with the physical abuse because I thought it was normal, because I had my true focus of killing vampires. I got used to being an outcast with the Order, even though I’m the oldest member of the Order that’s living.” Begging the question of how old she actually was. ”And…” She sighed, knowing that there was a chance that if she made the blood oath with Raith he could suss out that she was leaving out some information here so, she went ahead. Glancing to Syn once before she continued. ”And, because they took my son away from me.” She looked to Syn. ”I’m sorry, I didn’t tell you this before because I didn’t want such a personal problem to cloud your judgment, or, really, I was hoping to deal with this on my own at some point.” She looked back to Raith but she had a hard time looking at his eye… sockets. ”He would be ten by now, but I have no idea where he is. Jared, the leader of the Order, knows where he is though. When they first took him from me he was only a month old. I genuinely believed back then that it was for the best that he be placed in safety, away from my work and the Order to protect him. But, I want him back in my life, or, at least, I want to know that he is safe and happy, as long as he is safe and happy I can be content with that. I just need to wring the information out of Jared to find him.”

She collected herself before a tear could escape from her eye. ”That’s why I want to destroy the Order, I’m done living a lie, I want to live on my own terms and find my son.” She straightened herself up as he pulled her resolve back together again. ”I shall not turn against you, my Lord, of that you have my word, and my blood.”