Witch Chronicles

I felt a brief pang of sympathy for the President. Most knew his
story. Three years into his first term, his first wife had been
killed by a terrorist's bomb. The President threw himself into his
work. On his reelection bid, he had received a landslide victory,
although most theorized that it had been due to the sympathy factor
over his deceased wife.

A year after the election, the President had revealed that he had
fallen in love with and married one of his interns in a secret
ceremony. There was a bit of a hullaballoo when a high school friend
revealed that they had carried on a secret lesbian affair. The girl,
Mary Pritchard, had simply revealed that she was bisexual, but had
always been devoted to a single person at a time. Some extremist
politicos had tried to make a stink about it, but there wasn't much
that could be done. She didn't try to get involved in any politics,
and since the position of First Lady wasn't controllable by anybody
but the President, there was nothing to be done.

But I guessed that the woman was a dark sorceress who wormed her way
into the President's life, exploiting his lost wife, and converting
him to their cause. But I couldn't let my sympathy for his pain
deter me. The President had betrayed his country. I had to try
something.

"So you betrayed your country for power? So that you could rule in
the new order?"

"No. I'm not so arrogant as to believe I could control the reins to
the entire world. But the leader of the Dark Alliance can."

"At the cost of freedom and personal liberty for all."

"Freedom must be earned, lieutenant. Most already let others tell
them what to think, how to act, what to do. These people don't
deserve choice. The Dark Alliance just doesn't pretend otherwise."

"The Dark Alliance will never succeed."

"Why? Because good always wins? Don't be naive. Join us or serve
as a slave."