Baltazar turned Valkyrie's gaze back to Farson. “I know the hierarchy has been disrupted. I trust you to sort it out.”

“I admit, miss, I only have a basic understanding of what all goes on.”

Valkyrie silently wondered what she must look like to Farson, with Baltazar still controlling her body.

“Fine. After I am gone, call back all the members who will answer. Get acquainted with what each is doing and begin to restructure. Tomorrow, make me a list of anything you cannot handle and we can address it then. Any who dissent are to be killed. Gather these bodies and line them along the river.”

“Yes, Miss Reaper. Umm, you said we are no longer the razor’s edges. Is there a new crest?”

Baltazar frowned. Valkyrie’s resources were dangerously low. She barely had enough for a follower's sigil.

“For now, you as the new leader will receive a mark. Others may duplicate it but in time, I will bless those who have proven themselves with a custom version.” Baltazar took Farson’s wrist and after a few