She thought she heard voices, trying to reach her where she was hiding.

“Tempest…

She frowned…that sounded like her mother. But that was impossible. Last she knew, her mother didn’t even know who she was.

There was suddenly an intense light, nearly blinding as a force like she’d never felt before swept through her body like a wave. Her eyes snapped open on a gasp and her wings flared out, surrounded in the glow. She felt her broken bones knitting back together as she struggled to breathe.

The light slowly faded and she found herself sitting up, her wings folding against her back. She looked up into the faces of her parents.

“What happened? What are you doing here?” She pushed herself to her feet and backed away from them. “Stay away from me!”

“Please don’t be afraid, Tempest, we aren’t here to take you back. We were just trying to heal you.” He said honestly, not wanting to scare her any further than she already was. He took a step forward, and then looked at her, seeing she had all her bones fixed, her scars healed.

“Do you remember how you got here? What caused all your injuries? We need to know, so those that did this to you can be punished.” He was very sincere about this fact…even if it meant war.

<3>

As Joffrey’s panicked words registered in her mind, Selene stepped forward as well and spoke in a voice choked with a sob she was trying to hold back “Baby, I’m so sorry. We won’t bring you back. You shouldn’t be around me.” Looking at Joffrey, she managed to speak a bit more as tears fell “See to it she is safe. Find out who did this to her. I have to go.” Without another word, her wings tore out from behind her and she ascended into the air. Without looking back, Selene took off to seek guidance from her uncle.

(Thread Change)

“Do you remember how you got here? What caused all your injuries? We need to know, so those that did this to you can be punished.” her father stated. Her mother was sobbing, as if she were broken hearted, turning her back on her daughter once more and going away.

Tempest went from sadness to absolute rage in a heartbeat. Once again, she felt abandoned. And she was not going to let them do it to her a second time.

“Oh now you’re concerned about me? My own father, who didn’t even speak when his only child was sent to the dungeons like a common criminal! And my own mother, who can’t even look me in the eye and disappears at the first sign of hardship! How do you think that makes me feel?” Tempest raged, glaring at her father. “You’re supposed to love and support me in all things! And you can’t even stand up to your own father where it concerns me and my happiness! You disgust me!” she snarled, turning and walking away from him.

The unmitigated gall of that man! she snarled to herself as she tried to put some distance between her and the man whom she once lovingly called ‘Father’. Now he was a stranger to her. She didn’t know who he was anymore. What kind of man doesn’t protect his only child, even from his own family?

A stupid one! she snorted.

“They abandoned me first.” she grumbled to herself, unaware she was being tracked. She was so angry, her arms and hair were smouldering. She didn’t feelt the flames as they were very much a part of her. She was just glad she was away from Wintervine Castle. She would hate to harm the very people who gave her sanctuary with her angry outbursts.

And so she continued deeper into the mountains, looking for a place to bed down for the night.

-As Ryo finishes all of his preparations, he takes a moment to make sure he was satisfied with how it looked from the outside. Then, suddenly feeling aware of another presence near him, he steps inside the cave and set his fire up for the night to keep the cave warm. He steps to the back and gets at least somewhat comfortable as he sets his sword back near to himself for a quick draw. He thought to himself that he might risk a venture out into a town one night soon.-

She came upon the cave where she’d seen the light emanating from and poked her head inside.

“Hello?” she called out, stepping further inside. “I’m not here to harm you. I’m just looking for a warm place to sleep for the night.” she explained to whomever might be listening.

He thinks to himself “This is just what I need, another one of the guard coming to try to capture me, I thought I lost them months ago.” 

In a voice that sounded somewhat anxious and full of accusation, he said, “How did you find me so fast? I shook your people off of me months ago. I know what you are, there is no use pretending that you are in need of shelter.” 

-He stands, ready for anything, but in the back of his mind, he hoped that this angel would be the first person in a long time that he would be able to talk to on a more serious level and possibly even become friends.-

Joffrey was checking himself out in one of the large wall mirrors, when his father suggested that if he wanted a whore to bed, why not try Magda. The demon prince stopped for a moment, while still admiring himself, and uttered off the cuff “Isn’t she a mermaid? Cor blimey, her couchie would smell fishy. Noooo, thank you.” Clearly, bedding mermaids was not on the top of his list of things to do. The snake like demon was now fascinated by his own reflection and kept tugging on his clothes, which suited the old Joffrey, but clearly not the new one. 

Casting a glance over his shoulder at Magnus, he could see that he wasn’t really saying very much, and he was smiling. Question was, why? Joffrey checked out his own backside, to see if that was what he was smiling at, and maybe he was. Warlocks were such odd creatures. Flicking his lapel, he knew he would have to get changed into something more suitable later, which was most likely going to be armour, since he was taking a strong liking to a war against the angels. 

He stopped for a second, and then asked his father. “If…Magda is here, then that means…..that there are still some angels here in the Castle. Right?” He was referring to Orion and most probably Selene. If this was the case, Joffrey was indeed ready to make an example of them as a warning to the House of Casterly. 

“Father…should we start gathering the knights of the realm, and possibly seek to gain the favor of the Orcs and Giants of the Mountains, to aid us in this war. Those Casterly won’t know what hit them.” He said with a crude smile, before nodding at Magnus. 

“Wanna go pluck an angel?” 

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Brandon turned on Magnus an idea having popped in his head as he watched his son posing in the mirror. 
” I would like you to see the smith Magnus and have him brought down both my son and will be needing some new sets of armor made with special defenses. It wouldnt do for holy magic to undo so quickly. “ 

Brandon then looked towards his son 
having heard his words.. 
“Father…should we start gathering the knights of the realm, and possibly seek to gain the favor of the Orcs and Giants of the Mountains, to aid us in this war. Those Casterly won’t know what hit them and Wanna go pluck an angel?” 

The king wasnt sure which sounded more appealing, he wasnt sure which he wanted to do first. One thing was certain he wanted to both, andRIGHT AWAY! 

” Well let’s be off to the Throne Room and we can get the guards dispatched to The Orc’s and Giants straightaway.We to gather the knights and I think the very first thing as soon as we get some people off to summon our ally’s out is to go a’Angel Huntin’ “ 

The king then turned and strode out into the throne room dispatching emissaries towards the Orcs, Goblins, Giants and Trolls in the surrounding territories. As he began to bark orders he watched Magnus head out to get the smith.

The sounding of the horns, was heard across the lands, as the banners were flying of the Brax house on many a building and house. Change was in the air. The time of peace was no more, and Angels were no longer welcome on Brax soil. The sky filled with the most evil creatures to take to the wing, along with witches and warlocks, demons, dragons, and evil sprites. The King was calling court together, and soon the Throne room was filled, packed to the rafters with representatives of all the evil factions of the Night lands. As the King began to bark orders to those who served the realm, as well as Magnus, the Prince was getting friendly with some of the Night lands most devilish beauties, and then some not so…beautiful. The three sisters of the Crow’s Nest Witches Coven, who also happened to be related to Minerva, were fawning and gushing over the Prince, who had something of a serpant’s tongue when dealing with the ladies. 

“So…you girls come here often?” The Prince said with a cheeky head wobble and knowing grin. If the King and Prince Joffrey were going to win the war over the angels, they really had to ensure that the alliances with other evil creatures held together. Ethel and Portia loved the attention, with Portia winding her blonde locks around her finger and sizing the Prince up. The eldest, Delilah already had in her mind what she wanted. “What ever happened to that delightful daughter of yours, Tempest, was that her name?” A dangerous question to be asking the Prince, but his reaction was one to take many by surprise. “On a mountain somewhere, probably off to go lay her head in the lap of the King of Angels. I could…give you the directions if you want to go find her yourself. Me? I have bigger plans afoot.” Delilah simply grinned and took the Prince’s arm. “A lock of hair, and I can find my way there.” She said, tugging on the Prince’s hair and plucking a good strand. He grimaced a bit, but he could care less what happened to Tempest now. She got her life…and he got a new one in the process. “Just a heads up. She has a temper.” That was the understatement of the year, but least they wouldn’t be able to say he didn’t warn them. 

Attention turned back up to the King, to see what his proclamation would be, and how the Casterly were to discover they were the target of the hate of Brax. Prince Joffrey moved to his own throne, as the witches waved at him, like fan girls. 

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Selene had her knees tucked against her chest and her elbow was braced on one knee as Orion spoke. Her head was tucked in her hand as she looked forward with a saddened expression. The angel spoke the truth, no matter how heart-breaking it was. Joffrey had to find his own way. If the princess were to stay around any longer, there was a good chance he would be even more torn and would lose himself completely. Deep down, Selene knew it was time to go home. She was only doing more damage by being here. Her heart felt heavy at the mention of Tempest, and she prayed ardently that Orion’s words were true. Standing up, she walked over to the window of her room she once shared with her husband. It was as if she were no longer there, but in another life as a ghost of a smile settled on her lips. 

Magda was indeed listening to the conversation, but she had her back to them so she could look towards the window as well. She was grateful that Orion was trying to convince Selene to go away. Light did not belong in darkness, no matter how many times her light had flickered. When she saw her mistress standing by the window, Magda turned to look at Orion. He was suggesting she leave too, but of course she would if the princess was leaving. She belonged to Selene, but was also her closest friend. The princess would be shattered without her husband and child, and Magda was good at cleaning up messes. Turning away from Orion after giving him an expressionless face, she padded over to Selene and murmured “Shall I gather your things, your grace?” 

Selene didn’t answer for a few moments, but finally her soft angelic voice spoke “My bedroom…is overlooks the ocean. It’s so peaceful there. It was like you could see God in every little piece of creation…how I miss it.” 

The handmaiden looked at the princess as though seeing her for the first time. It had been years since she had seen Selene truly this innocent and sincere. She was heart-broken and her angelic essence was slowly piecing her together again. Standing next to Selene, Magda murmured “It sounds lovely, Princess…” Her words were gentle but her features were saddened by what the princess had to face now.

The princess turned to look at Magda with that dream-like expression in her eyes, a single tear rolling down her cheek“Come…we must leave immediately. Leave everything behind. None of it ever truly belonged to me, anyways.”Turning from them both, she then walked towards the door and disappeared through it. Still dressed in her Saint attire with her runes blazing, she walked out the front doors without a word to anyone and climbed into her carriage. Her own clothes and things were waiting at home. 

Magda watched the princess leave silently before her blue eyes flicked to Orion. Stepping towards him, she murmured “I will take care of the Princess…but what of you? I don’t believe it is safe for you here, m’lord…” With that, the mermaid turned from the angel and followed the princess to the carriage. They had to leave immediately. 

(Thread Change)

Orion looked left and right, before making his getaway down the south passage, only to have a maiden step out from one of the small alcoves. She was one of the former playmates of Joffrey, and had been waiting on a moment when she could show him that she was capable of being by his side once more. Elisa sashayed up to the elder Angel and smiled saying. 

“Going somehere?” 

Orion stammered as he could hear the blast of horns, and the roar of dragons approaching. Time was running fast through the hour glass, and he had no time for this young girl to stop him now. “Yes in fact, to return to the Casterly and warn them of the coming war.” So…he was going to betray the House of Brax and warn them was he? Elisa shook her head and said. 

“I don’t think so.” 

Clearly Elisa was a vampire, and showed off her treacherous fangs, that slid out from her mouth and rested upon her plump lips.“You need to say goodbye first. Or the King will be upset.” Orion was about to turn and run, when an orc appeared behind him and donged the angel on the head with a huge mallet. Knocking him out cold, and he was spread eagled on the floor. Pleased with this, she motioned for the orc to drag Orion up to the throne room, to receive their reward. 

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Lord Ash realized the atmosphere had become quite unlike what he had expected. Though his friend Magnus held the King’s favor, he was not a creature of the night. Nor of the day either but rather of twilight. He wanted no part of this war or any of the difficulties. He had what he had come for. Reaching the barracks he saw his men who he nodded to. It seemed the gate was shut but he had not difficulty in travel. He found a small room that was not occupied. Leading his small group inside he locked the door and then opened a portal. The portal opened to where his army lay, he then sent his men forward. There was hard knocks heard on the door as he made his way through the portal. Narrowly escaping the notice of some of the dark denizens who had managed to open the door. They couldnt figure out where he or his men had gone.. 

Oh how much the Castle Brax had changed within a matter of days, for now all that were assembled were the most evil of creatures to dare walk the face of the earth. The rise of their grunts and wicked laughter created an unholy din, as all took their rightful places in what would be a ritual, that would unhinge the pure, and shock those of good will. Minerva had been summoned to take her place at her King’s feet, and she passed through the crowd, wearing the royal collar. Many a female was envious of Minerva, for she had attained a status worthy of one of her talent. She wore the ceremonial silks, and lay at her King’s feet, so she was close enough for him to enjoy. And he did, reaching down to stroke her hair, like she was this prized possession. 

” We may have need of any gifts you have, should you have any ideas for the war effort let me know my dear. We will have time later as well I hope. “ 

“~purrs softly~ “Of course, Master.” 

Her eyes glowered, and she held a haunting smile, as Prince Joffrey took his place at his Father’s side. The witches lined up, rubbing their hands together, eager with anticipation of the upcoming event. All could smell it. The tension so thick, and all were to be rewarded. 

Being dragged in by the orc warrior, Orion’s eyes were now open wide, as he could see the Court and of course Joffrey, who was now beaming a wicked grin. He motioned for Elisa to come stand at his side, well pleased with her handling of the traitor, from the house of Casterly. All eyes then went to the King as a hush fell over the room. 

It seems we have a traitor then. We have been a hunting the angels, my son has been especially wanting to taste their blood. I think Its time to see some shed. Joffrey, end this one here and now before the court. Let the first blood be shed before the crown! His body can be used for your witch friends spells, im sure they have many uses they can devise for it. “ 

Cackles and dark laughter filled the room, while the witches eagerly salivated on getting their hands on the feathers of a Casterly. Joffrey raised a hand as he rose to standing. 

“Tonight….oh Court of Brax, you are to witness the first death in this war upon good. Orion has been found guilty of treason and treachery against my Father’s house. The punishment for this…is death. Say goodbye…to all this…and hello…to OBLIVION.” Joffrey’s right hand raised as an orc threw him a large battle axe, which he caught swiftly, and went down the stairs, as another Orc held the bound angel in place. With one foul swoop, he decapitated Orion, whose head rolled off and down the floor, much to the delight of all present. Joffrey released the battle axe and reached for Orion’s head, which he held aloft, to show all, roaring in triumph. 

“CASTERLYS…THIS IS THY DOOM!” 

The witches then ravaged the body of the headless Orion as Joffrey dropped Orion’s head into a box, and ordered it be delivered to the house of Casterly, with their WARMEST regards. A small gnome did the honours, scooting out of the hall with the boxed head, as Joffrey turned on his heel and bowed before the King. 

“Long live the house of Brax!”

The Curse of the Ring.

Chapter one.

Devotion into Death.

Writers:
CharlotteCarrendar
LilithValeFluer.

LilithValeFluer: -Midnight took a deep breath and watched as the ‘couple’ exited from the council room, prancing merrily into the night. “Thank heavens…” She had felt her blood boiling, her anger building and she sensed herself nearing her daughter’s stages. The overpowering feeling of wanting something so bad she’d kill for it. If it wasn’t for Sebastian’s methods she would have seized every moment to do what she wanted, but instead she turned on her heel and kept her composure, distracting herself with the work of an alliance the work of her home and the little work of her Dominion. “Why must this be so hard?” And again she shook her head noticing she was talking to herself. She didn’t let it bug her any further; she simply moved from her place in the center of the council room, banners in hand and headed towards the doors sealing it as she exited.
The sun shone over the horizon just as it began to rise. She figured it was late but didn’t think she’d been up this long, her lips curved into a smile and she parted and yawned. Her feet stamped about the cobblestone floors and it was then did she bring her fingers to her mouth, whistling loudly into the early morning rays. Midnight giggled and shook her hair from its bun. She’d forgotten she ever put her hair up. And just as she placed her hands to her sides Epona came scrambling into the view, pushing past the gates and halting in front of her owner. Midnight smiled wide and placed her hand upon Epona’s soft skin, patting her gently before climbing aboard her back. Epona neighed in delight and turned her head to the right, as if trying to communicate with her owner, making sure everything was alright and she was safely aboard. Midnight nodded and patted Epona’s mane and instantly they were off, racing in the direction of the sun. “Thanks for always being here, girl.” Midnight spoke as they ventured towards her home. “I am still shocked I was up for so long. I know you don’t understand most things I say, but having some company is better than none. You know what I mean?” Epona raced through the forest and past and jumped a number of logs along the way as her owner continued to speak, shaking her head in confusion at the speech.

45 minutes seemed like hours, but at long last Epona raced up the base of the mountain, bounding for its summit. A wide smile formed on Midnight’s elegant features and she couldn’t contain her joy and how happy she was to be home. And then it hit her once more, something about Izu… it was then that the headache took place, the images following soon thereafter. Her premonition hit like a tidal wave. Bits and pieces played out. A band, a microphone, a crowd and of course… Izu. She knew something was missing, something important. She couldn’t exactly tell what it was so she pulled on Epona’s mane and made her way in the other direction headed back towards the streets they’d passed on the way out the forest. It took them awhile but at long last they had made it. And just as Midnight climbed off Epona she smiled and patted her down. “Go back home, girl. I’ll return soon.” Epona neighed and did as instructed racing towards the summit of the mountain they’d once reached before Midnight turned and faced the streets. “Now to find some way to get to Lorewall.” Midnight took in a deep breath before turning her head to the left, then the night, her dress picking up all sorts of debris and dirt from the ground. The morning sun shone brighter and in the far distance Midnight eyed something yellow. It was a Taxi. Midnight blinked wearily and as tired as she was, waved her hands and jumped up and down trying to get its attention.

The drive to Lorewall lasted longer than she had wanted it too, she yawned in between each skipped light and finally drifted to sleep. It wasn’t until the Taxi came to a complete stop did she fly forward, hitting her head on the seat. “Uh, what the…” Midnight woke up and rubbed her head before looking at the driver. Her eyes widened and he spoke. (Bassy) “Forgive me…Miss.” It was Sebastian. Midnight took a deep breath and placed her hand to her chest and then kicked his seat inward. (Midnight) “You bastard, when did you get back!” He didn’t answer her and instead placed the Taxi in park, opened his door and closed it to open his Empresses. (Bassy) “Come Miss, we’ve arrived.” The city of Lorewall was so full of life, her eyes sprung to attention gathering the amount of sleep she was able to get in. She smiled wide and then made her way out of the taxi, turning around and shutting door. Sebastian grinned and looked at her before opening his mouth. “So, where to now Miss?” He stood at attention before Midnight spoke. “I saw images, of a band and music. (Midnight) “I have to find Izu… or at least something of his.” And with that Sebastian slowly made his way into the city of Lorewall.

It was now ten til twelve and they’d been around the city twice. “Sebastian I order you to find this place, immediately.” When the words left her lips he took off in a single blinding motion, his image blurring as he took off. It took Sebastian a total of 10 minutes before he returned. (Bassy) “Miss, if you’ll follow me.” Midnight raised a brow and they slowly walked down the streets of Lorewall once more. (Midnight) “Oh by the way. Izu wanted me to say ‘thanks for the sob story. I almost believed it.’ “Sebastian smiled and let a small. ‘Hmm’ escape his lips before they both veered a corner and stood face to face with the palace. Sebastian hurriedly pushed the doors open and instantly felt the whispers of the wind. (Bassy) “It seems no one is here Miss…” Midnight followed in line behind him and peeked under his waist coat and shook her head. (Midnight) “There has to be someone…” He looked at her with a disturbed look upon his face. (Bassy) “What if it isn’t someone, but something…Miss.” Midnight shook her head at him and scowled as she always did with him. (Midnight) “I think I’d have seen it. But this is exactly the place.” Sebastian blinked and wandered to the center of the room before pointing in the direction of the stage. In the instance it happened she slouched and walked over in the direction he pointed, and then she saw it, glimmering as the sun continued to shine its rays. Spinning round and round, she had to wonder, how long it had been doing that. And it wasn’t until her hands pressed against its silvery circlet did it stop and fall to the floor. (Bassy) “Seems you’ve found it.” The minute he spoke she yelled. (Midnight) “Sebastian, be quiet!” She picked it up and then handed it to him to examine. (Bassy) “It’s so dirty…” She raised a brow at him and sighed before snatching it out of his hand and rubbing it counterclockwise in an attempt to make it shine like new. }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- On Izu’s return to Lorewall, he managed to drop off Danni at the local blue oyster bar on Main street and left him be with an outrageous group of tango dancing policemen in tight leather. He should be right at home in that environment with the cops with handle bar mustaches, and hips that don’t quit. Truth was, Izu was far from being into men, well, not that far. Years ago, he had but one love his wife Dezi, who had died tragically after the laying of her son’s eggs. Now, he was the sole parent of five boys, all of which he kept at his island fortress, far from the issues and humans in Lorewall. Strutting down main street, he realized something on his person was missing. Checking his left hand, he saw the tan mark of where his signet ring should have been. “Furk…must have dropped it at the alliance meeting. God dammnit.” He exclaimed. Exhaling hard outwardly, he reached the corner of the street, when suddenly he felt a pulling on his very soul. “Oh…no..” someone had the ring, and was using it. “Don’t…Don’t….AAARRRRRGGGHHH!” soon he was bathed in a fine black mist and simply popped from the site he stood, and into a room with a stage and sure enough…there was the holder of the ring. “Empress…Midnight. I should have known you would be rubbing something this late at night.”- Izu said, patting down his suit. He stared at Sebastian, then pointed, “You got anything to do with this…Bassy? Is it?”<3>

LilithValeFluer: Sebastian shook his head and took the line in beside Midnight. (Bassy) “See miss, it doesn’t seem to…” And with that a smog of white and black mist emerged from out of nowhere, immediately before the Empress and himself. Midnight shook her head in disappointment and sighed heavily. (Midnight) “You were saying?” She shook her head and stepped forward, kicking off her heels and looking into Izu’s grey eyes once more. “I’m sorry… I’ve been a mess, and I won’t bother to worry you with a sob story. So I guess that’s it. You said you wanted someone to be more like Danni, but I can’t give that to you… If you were joking that’s fine. But know since I laid eyes on you, I felt the same connection you did. A pull unfathomably remarkable on so many levels I thought impossible.” Sebastian shook his head and walked passed Izu, staring him down all the while before heading towards the Taxi. (Bassy) “I will leave you be Miss. You need only call if you need me.” And with that he left, she waved and continued speaking. (Middy) ” I honestly don’t know what to say sometimes, I become so choked up and I lose the will to speak. I just wanted to see you again… a somewhat mental image for me.” She smiled and walked forward and stood but two feet from him and leaned up to kiss his cheek if he so allowed the movements. }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- Izu’s eyes crossed from Sebastian and then back to Midnight again, before he folded his arms indignantly. The emotion on his face was indifference, and that was due to being pulled from where he stood, to that of being presented before the pair, after the awkward affair from earlier that evening. Midnight was first on, to start with apologies, and then turned it on how she could not be like Danni, the deaf butt boy. “Wait, you think I am actually into guys? Eh, no…I did that for the lulz, since you pissed me the hell off with your…”smack, attack and then how about a cuddle routine.” You’re harder to read than stereo instructions. And as complicated as ikea furniture.” Izu frowned, and then looked at Sebastian who was heading out to catch a taxi. “Yeah….nice talking to you to, bud.” He waved him off, only to see Midnight approach, and then ramp up the sad tale of how she had been, and the fact she wanted to see him again. ” I honestly don’t know what to say sometimes, I become so choked up and I lose the will to speak. I just wanted to see you again… a somewhat mental image for me.” Slowly Izu lowered his arms to his sides, and as she got up on tip toes, to kiss his cheek, he cocked his head to the side, and then asked her “Is this the part where you knee me in the chest again?” Sure he was standoffish, but he wasn’t sure he could trust her. “We all have our stories, Midnight. I could write a freaking series. Doubt anyone would read it though.” His steely gaze softened some, seeing she was trying to be heartfelt. “Shall we sit?” <3>

LilithValeFluer: Midnight smiled before lowering herself to the ground, her eyes met Izu’s and instantly she felt herself grow weak. This man had an effect on her that no other did, but she knew better than to give in to easily. She simply raised her hand, ran it through her hair and listened to him as he spoke, and then he stopped for but a second and continued once more. “No, I won’t knee you in the chest again.” She smiled towards him and nodded as he softened his gaze. “I actually… um. I should probably get home to change, I practically ruined my dress on the way here.” She motioned to the tattered edges of her dress and the debris caught in its ends. “I mean, if you’d like to come with me, that’s fine. I’d love the company. Whichever you prefer though is fine with me.” She smiled widely and closed her eyes for a moment and then looked at him, trying to remember a few things, and then it hit her. She reached over to her index finger and pulled the ring off, only to extend her arm and hand it to him. “Here. This belongs to you… I’m sure you want it back.” }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- The ring. Izu stared down at it as she held it out to him with her thumb and index finger. “Here. This belongs to you… I’m sure you want it back.” For a moment, he scratched his temple, and then took in a breath. That ring was worth more to him then she realized, or could even imagine. “It actually belonged to my wife.” Now, the mention that he had a wife, might be a bit of a shock to the system. He took the ring from Midnight’s fingers, and then turned it over, so the gem in the centre captured the light. “First time I have lost it since her death.” Realizing this might not make sense, Izu then explained. “It’s a ring I gifted her…on our wedding day. It allowed her to summon me, in case of an emergency. No matter what part of the country or plane I was on, all she had to do was rub it. The last time….was when she…” the look on his face, was like he was seeing his wife in her death bed…the eggs of their children hanging around the room in white sacs. Her final act of devotion before succumbing to the fatal virus. There was silence as he seemed to no longer be attentive to Midnight…he was lost for words. <3>

LilithValeFluer: Midnight blinked and stared as he took the ring from her, she smiled and nodded, glad he accepted it back. But as soon as he’d done so something in him changed, not only the way he spoke but the way he looked. It wasn’t until the mention of his wife did Midnight’s face lighten up. Indeed a shock it was, but at least he was honest, and for that she had to give him credit. She tilted her head and listened to the words that came from his mouth. Her mouth ran dry as he continued his story. It was a sad one at that and it shed more light on the situation before them, Whatever it was. Her hands quivered for but a few moments and instantly she knew she was succumbing to this man before her. Her hand moved from her waist to his face, brushing it softly given he’d allowed her to do so. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to rub it. Forgive me I know it sounds wrong. But you don’t have to worry about me using it again. It holds sentimental value to you, and that is all that needs to be said.” She couldn’t help but let a small tear trickle down her face before her right arm wrapped around his neck. Midnight was bold, but at this moment she was at a crossroad, risk kissing him, or simply let him continue venting. Her normal decision would be the alternate and kiss the man, but for some reason, she couldn’t, something stirred within her and she could no longer push something onto him if he didn’t ask. She merely removed her hand from his neck and placed it into his hands, closing the one with the ring and letting her fingers slip into his soon thereafter. “Shh, it’s alright. You don’t have to explain….” All she could do now was hope she could calm him and bring him out of his distressful state. }e{

CharlotteCarrendar:- In Izu’s mind, all he could see, was his beloved wife, her skin so pale, and her hair limp and just trailing down on the pillow and onto the sheets. She gazed at him with blackened aura’s around her eyes, and her lips cracked and pale. Her trembling hand, reaching out to touch her beloved, as she took the final breaths, her face suddenly radiating as she stared past Izu and then there was the stillness. Her hand falling from the air and landing with no further movement, the ring falling from between her fingers. She had rubbed it with the last of her strength, just so she could see him that one final time, before death consumed her. Izu’s face in this reality was marred with pain and loss; tears rimming his steel coloured eyes, and he clenched the ring tight into his hand, fingers locking around it so you could see the white of his knuckled pierce his skin. Midnight’s words seemed hollow to him, like speaking through a wind tunnel to reconnect him to the present. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to rub it. Forgive me I know it sounds wrong. But you don’t have to worry about me using it again. It holds sentimental value to you, and that is all that needs to be said.” Snapping out of the daze, the nightmare of his loss, he then came to realize she was standing there, and had approached him in a romantic fashion, then held his hands. A single tear rolled down his cheek as he said softly. “Men are not supposed to cry…” He sniffed hard and then wiped the tear away angrily. But she continued to shush him “Shh, it’s alright. You don’t have to explain….” He rounded on her, and then threw his head back, looking to the ceiling. “I have kept this bottled up for years…my own sons do not know…what she did for them…” his voice cracking. <3>

LilithValeFluer: Midnight couldn’t possibly imagine the amount of pain he had been through, the willpower it took to hold everything in, let explain everything to her. She could feel everything he felt and it tugged at her heart. Her eyes moved from his face to his hand and then back to his eyes. The glimmering rim of tears swelled in his eyes and she could hear the broken-heartedness in his tone. It wasn’t until he snapped from his daze, she took a step back and let him breath, and just as she did so he rounded her and let his words seep in. “Men are not supposed to cry…” A small smile crept upon her features and she turned to face him. “Very true… but it doesn’t mean they can’t.” She watched as he moved about and threw his head back, and it was then she could see the glimmering in his eyes, his voice breaking in between breaths as he continued speaking. “You know, you don’t have to go through this alone. If you need me at all, let me know. Please… I’ll stand by your side and help you through this. Just know you are not alone.” She stepped lightly and moved around so as her body wouldn’t shut down, waiting patiently as he slowly let himself go. }e{

CharlotteCarrendar: – Her small smile did so illuminate the warmth of her features, as she spoke with understanding, even though he had not rightly explained himself, or the loss of his wife in detail. He had hardened himself from the anguish of ever having to experience such tragedy again. What she saw of his bold moves of play at her realm was merely a façade. He did it on purpose, to see just how virtuous she was in the face of the company of his adored sisters and uncle, Baldrick. Creasing his brow, when she said that she would be at his side, to help ease the burdens of his life, he said “I have a confession. The whole, Casanova act in your home. I did that for a reason. Sure, I am a demon at heart, but I wanted to see what kind of woman you were. If you would be suited to the alliance hopes of my younger sister, Charlotte. All too often, Empresses are ready to jump on the nearest dick that passes their tasteful fancy.” It was a bold admission, and at least he was being honest. “You…passed with flying colours, so I must congratulate you on that note. I imagine you think I am a cad, but I will do all I can to protect the interests of Charlotte, and my family.” This may have stung her pride, but least he was now upfront. The true Izu, was not the romantic rogue he portrayed in her foyer. Far from it. He was a devoted father and widower, and commander of his air fleet. <3>

LilithValeFluer: Midnight could only muster up a smile as she shook her head. His words pushing out into the room, the crease of his brow and the sudden confession. “And I have a confession for you my dear Izu.” She smiled wide and took note of his movements before she stood before him. “I knew what was happening, why do you think I acted the way I did?” Her eyes glimmered in the sunlight and she wrapped her arms behind her, tying her hair in a bun. Listening and awaiting anything more, and then he spoke. “You… passed with flying colours.” Midnight couldn’t help but brighten at the thought, but this was serious. She continued on and spoke in turn. “You did what you had to do in order to play the part, I know how to do this very well. Protecting ones family is also something I do very well.” She looked towards the ceiling and sighed, letting herself take in a deep breath. “ You know, I didn’t think it suited you at first… the whole romantic play. But now… It’s different. You can easily put up the act of not being said person. But doesn’t mean you CANT. You can do anything you set your mind too, you just have to believe it.” Midnight giggled at her words and turned to look at him. “And I can see it… you can be a romantic.” She honestly didn’t know what came over her, what pushed her to want this man so much but she didn’t care, she could have done worse. But she chose not to, listening to her heart was all she could do at this point, if he left she wouldn’t beg him to stay, if he stayed it would mean that much more, showing his true colors must have been hard enough. But Midnight gathered there was more to this man than meets the eye and she had a feeling this was only the beginning. }e{

The Curse of the Ring.

Chapter Five

Battle of Wills

Writers:
IzuCarrendar (CharlotteCarrendar)
MidnightDarkPhoenix

Midnights eyes slowly lifted from their deep slumber to cringe at the sight of the solar flare in which the sun’s rays had slowly cascaded over the city’s horizon, seeping through the window in which Midnight was facing, Izu’s arm wrapped around here naked body and her back cradled into his chest as she looked upon his face. They fit so perfectly together. But as she slipped from his grip and out of the bed she noticed one of his shirts, a long sleeved white button down. It’s perfect. She couldn’t help think to herself. Midnight ran her hands along the sleeves and before long slipped into it, and with little to no effort, it fit. Perfectly, just as she had thought. The sun was bright this morning, and all she could do was smile to herself. How could one man have all this? Yet another thought. The sight before her was truly magnificent, but what was even more so was him. Her demonic Bebilith, her love, her mate. >e<

IzuCarrendar: The Demon bebilith male slumbered peacefully, though of course the sheet peaked at his lower regions, for he had stirred with the show of morning wood. A light crooked smile adorned his rugged features, and you could just catch the flutter of rapid eye movement beneath his eyelids. His chest rose and fell in a smooth rhythm and he clearly was enjoying whatever it was that had caught his mind’s eye. Midnight’s escape from his bed, had his hand move along the creased silken sheet, causing him to yawn and then blink his eyes open. Silvery hues that had a swirling centre, set in a dark tanned skin. A shock of silvery hair that was tousled from their nightly tryst, though messy, still suited him to a t. Gradually, you could see his legs start to shift and move beneath the sheets, and he smacked his lips, as he raised both arms over his head and stretched out. Dark pecks hardened and he ran his hand down his chest then stomach, before giving his length a light stroke. Glancing out from the bed, though his head was still nestled on the pillow, he caught sight of Midnight placing on his shirt. This brought a chuckle from him, a deep one that resonated up from his throat. “Morning Love. Going to leave me with anything to wear?” <3>

Midnight had never felt so at home, so at peace with someone. Not until now. She was enjoying the warmth of the sun kissing her skin, and it was then that she heard the small amount of movement in the bed. It was Izu, he must have finally woken up. She hoped it wasn’t her that disturbed his sleep. Oh god how she wished he’d have slept more, even though they had a very intense night it didn’t mean he didn’t need his energy. She smiled at his figure and then noticed his hand movements under the sheets. Morning wood. Her smile curved and she shook her naughty thoughts while her inner goddess pounded on the walls, begging for a peek. “No, not if you keep letting everything you own be tossed everywhere.” She smirked and walked over to him as she spoke and then lifted her hand, back showing a clear view of his ring, the very ring he gave to his late wife had now graced her ring finger. “Just like this ring…” She jumped onto the bed and crawled on top of him, messing up the sheets even worse than they had before. “Besides, you look like you’re having fun without your clothes…” It was then her hands ran down his chest, fingers lacing into the small chest hairs that protruded from it and then venturing further down his chest, a smirk ever enchanting as she slowly straddled his knees. “Or am I wrong…?” >e<

IzuCarrendar: Though dainty and petite Midnight may appear, she was a strong willed woman that knew what she wanted. Izu was still lazily stretching beneath the sheets, with no real clear indication that he had intended to get out of bed. The demon bebilith found amusement in Midnight’s declaration that if he tossed his clothes about she was going to claim them, just like the ring, that she proudly showed off on her hand. Ira had almost forgotten about that, and winked at her for her saucy ways. What surprised him was how she clamored back onto the bed. She had obviously caught sight of him lightly handling his morning wood, and it would appear that she wanted to play too. You could see the rise of his cheeks as his smile grew wider, watching her straddle him. Her fingers lightly brushed his skin, teasing, as they travelled down his chest, seeking what lay beneath the satin sheets. “I always have fun in the morning. Don’t you?” Izu said darkly, only arching his back, so she would feel the sudden rise of his hips, pushing into her. “You could always help yourself, Love.” A roguish expression crept over his features, daring her.

He was such a naughty man, but underneath it all, he was so much more. His eyes brought her closer, and hypnotized her further. She was already under this man’s spell as he was hers, what more did she need. It was more than anything she could ever ask for. That was unless this man had other plans. And of course, it was true, indeed he did. He had winked at her and she brightened at the way he did it, and sooner or later she had to figure out a way around that, some form of control. How this man made her weak, she would never know. His words parted through his lips and she listened intently as he spoke. “I always have fun in the morning. Don’t you?” was what was said. “But of course…” And as soon as her lips parted way she felt his body lift, his hips rise and a small push go against her. His member had slowly rubbed its way against her inner thigh. Oh he was sneaky, and she had to give him credit for it, but she was more intent on keeping him well energized and well pleased for the upcoming day. So for mere playfulness she moaned and gave in, her body slowly slipping into his erotic fantasy, and then all too soon she rose from his lap. “Come on love, maybe we can have sex in the kitchen this time.” She was having fun with this, and she was going to make sure this lasted. Her feet rubbed against the carpet as she slowly got off the bed once more, her hips swaying in motion as she rose and walked towards the bedroom door. Hands rising towards the curtains to shed some light on his ‘situation’, while all but making the sheets fall to the floor. A small ‘Oops’ escaping her lips as she did so. And he thought he was so innocent, but this witch knew and she wasn’t surprised to find out, he was the devil in disguise. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Such a tease, so sinful and delicious. Course she played on the way his body moved. The light moan that escaped her lips, and then like that, she was off and talking about how they could do it in the kitchen. So, she wanted to christen ever room in the house? He shrugged, and then found it amusing when she made sure the sheet slipped away that covered his modesty. Cat was out of the bag…so to speak. Non fussed, he simply rolled out of bed, and then sauntered off to the bathroom, most likely to relieve himself. He did shut the door after he walked in. His light humming could be heard from within, which changed in tempo and then got thicker and a lot huskier. Oh well, her loss. Not long after he emerged, content within himself and stepped across the floor to dress himself. “Bacon and eggs love…over easy. Toast…and I think a juice too.” He was putting in his order for breakfast, as he tied back his shoulder length hair neatly with a silver ribbon. He was a lot neater out of bed then in it. Soon, he was ready for the day, and headed downstairs towards the dining room, adjacent the kitchen.

As she sauntered down the spiral staircase she couldn’t help but notice something was different. And then it hit her, it was the smell of food, already coming from the immaculate kitchen her love had owned. And little did she know, she was right. Because who better to have outdone himself as usual but the demon known as none other than Sebastian. As soon as her eyes caught his gaze she scrambled halfway back up the stairs and wrapped herself more comfortably in the little clothes she had on. “Sebastian Mikaelis, what in the hell are you doing here?!” A scream as loud even a banshee would cower in filled the room, but even so Sebastian seemed unfazed by it and continued placing items on the dining room table. (Sebastian) “Well, you see your Eminence, last I heard of you was from last night, so I slipped in this morning to come and check on you. It is a magnificent place the young master has here.” She was glaring at him by this time, infuriated with his actions. She took a deep breath and composed herself before making her way back down the stairs, her eyes catching in all sorts of food. Foods ranging from eggs benedict to smoked hickory bacon. Midnight knew Sebastian knew how to cook but this was a meal fit for a king. Izu was surely going to be in for one hell of a surprise. (Midnight) “Next time, try and think before you act. Use your head.” She took a deep breath before walking into the kitchen and veering the corner towards the dining room. (Sebastian) “Yes, of course Miss.” He nodded and stepped away from the dining room table and left her to sit alone as she waited for Izu to finish her business in the bathroom. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu was about to head down the stairs, when he heard the banshee like scream of Midnight, but then the delicious smells of delectable delights coming from the kitchen. Now either she was a lot faster at cooking than he could ever have imagined, or someone else had prepared the meal. Sure enough it was Sebastian. Now her carry on might have left him miffed, but soon as he heard Sebby’s voice filter up with that calming way, he knew things were going to be alright and not turn into some grand food fight. Good food should never be wasted. Not far behind Midnight Izu followed and took a seat at the table, and started reaching for large helpings of the tasty treats and delicious morsels. “And here I was expecting toast and water. Well done, love.” Izu said with a chuckle, clearly amused. “This will spoil me though. I might like this every morning.”

By this time Sebastian had gone from cleaning the kitchen, to the living room, and even the guest bedroom Midnight didn’t know Izu had. She wondered about that. It was quite unusual, but she was never one for sitting down for a meal, usually it was a grab and go routine with her. But this, having breakfast with the man she loved, was perfect. “Well, my love, you are going to have to learn to cook sooner or later, because neither I nor my butler will be here forever, and you would do well to retain that information now.” She smiled and played with the last bit of her potatoes and thought to herself as she did so. I still have yet to create that spell I wanted….Immortality, I wonder what his thoughts on it would be. Should I ask? And just like that she was snapped back to reality, Izu clearly enjoying his food and scarfing down every piece. “Anyway, Sebastian, If you could… A mimosa please.” She looked called out into the open air and just like that he was there, glass in hand and extended towards her. “Thank you Sebastian. You do so much for me and I’ve yet to hear a single complaint. (Sebastian) “Well, if I cannot please my Lady; what kind of butler would I be?” Midnight smiled and nearly choked on her drink before nodding to him and then looking over to Izu. (Midnight) “So, love, what do you have set on the agenda for today?” A small smile set on her lips as she placed the glass down and swiftly felt a blush rise in her cheeks as she waited for him to answer. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu was a man that loved his food. Breakfast he considered to be the most important meal of the day, and while he scoffed down fork full after fork full, Midnight started to tell him that he needed to learn how to cook. This brought a belly full of laughter from Izu, and he even dropped his fork. “Oh, I have five sons, trust me, Love, I know how to cook. When the children’s mother died, it was sink or swim. If you think me issuing orders for breakfast was a cop out, cause I can’t cook, errr no. I just wanted to see you in a frilly apron, bent over a hot stove. Me and my wild ideas.” Izu picked up his fork again, then noted that Sebastian was back, tending to Midnight’s every need. Izu was unsure how he felt about this odd relationship they had, but when he mentioned that if he can’t please his Mistress, what good would he be. “Not much at all.” Izu said under his breath, before realizing he was under the spotlight. Midnight asked him about his plans, and he dabbed his lips with his napkin, saying; “Possibly introducing you to my sister…not sure yet.”

It was when Izu had laughed did she blink rapidly and drop her own fork. “Wait, what’s so fun—“and then she laughed. “Oh, well then… in that case, you’re cooking dinner.” Midnight smiled wide, picked up her fork and finished the last of her potatoes before then listening to what he had said about her in a frilly apron bent over a hot stove. “Well, we can arrange something later on.” At this time she couldn’t help but laugh a bit because of his alternate comment on Sebastian. “Izu… please. Try and be nice, just because he works for me, doesn’t mean you have to be rude.” Her plate had then been picked up by Sebastian and she slowly rose from her chair before moving towards Izu. “Seeing as how we have yet to take a shower, why don’t we go do that…?” A kiss to his cheek and she waited, slowly and uneasily for his response, hoping he wouldn’t burst on about Sebastian working for her. “Sister?” She questioned, as if she hadn’t known. “Well alright, that is fine by me, I’d love to meet her. But we will need that shower, so come on mister grumpy panda.”

IzuCarrendar: Now Midnight was taking a tone with the bachelor Bebilith that he was not all too thrilled about. It was one thing to speak to hired help one way, but a whole nother to try it on him. He pushed his chair out and rose to standing, while she went on about how he should try to be nice, and he made an odd grunting sound under his breath. Much taller than Midnight he towered over her diminutive frame, and then he met her half way as she suggested we take a shower. Before she could go further, and yes she called him Grumpy panda, he seized her arm, to pull her towards him. “Now, I know you may well be Empress, or whatever royal title they give you over in your lands, but here….under my roof, you are my woman…AND I shall do as I please. I am not a toy boy, or some simple crush, love. You take me as I am…or not at all.” His silver eyes caught hers and this was when he became serious. “Am I understood?” Now, how would she react?

Midnight had taken no more than two steps towards the kitchen towards the staircase, and it was then Sebastian moved in. Inching towards her to try and help with the situation. But Midnight put her hand out and spoke calmly and collectively. “No, it’s alright Sebastian, stay. I’ve got this.” Midnight hadn’t known any man to place a hand on her, much less grab her arm the way he did. It was true Izu’s form did tower over her, but just as before she showed no fear and spoke to him. “That other land you speak of, is my home, my dynasty. And I was given the title of an Empress, but I am very much a human and can handle my own. And as for the rules under this roof, well, far be it for me to tell you what to do. But the way I spoke was in no means meant to be disrespectful nor demanding, it as you who chose to take it that way, was it not? And furthermore, “by this time she had removed her hand from his grasp and placed it upon his cheek. “Just because it seems I am being nice doesn’t mean I always am, and no babe, that is not a challenge for you to continue acting the way you are now. I am simply letting you know, not to lay a hand on me again… I do hope I’ve made myself clear.” By this time she was standing tall and firm in her spot, her arm nestled against her waist and her other hand rubbing her arm to soothe its pain. “Now, I am going to go upstairs and I’m going to take a shower, whether you care to join me or not is up to you. But I expect you in a better mood if you do… And no… that is not me giving you an order. It is after all… YOUR home and not mine.” And with those words she turned her back on him and removed his shirt, stalking up the stairs naked and alone, but not before turning and saying another thing to him. “And for the record… I’m not your woman. I am your girlfriend, there is a big difference.” She had nothing further to say so she continued her venture up the stairs and opened the front door so as to let Sebastian know to leave. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Clearly there was a battle of wills going on, and this was a test of the first hurdle of their relationship. Izu shot daggers at Sebastian, whose closeness to Midnight was not entirely appreciated. What did bother Izu, was how she spoke down to him. A condescending, or belittling tone. So, she was a monarch in her land, which meant diddly here. He soon folded his arms, and let her continue on, since really to interject was only going to cause more strife. She clearly preferred being the dominant, and that was something he was not going to tolerate. “I am simply letting you know not to place a hand on me again.” Oh really? Izu thought, she thinks that was serious? But the part that really drove it home, was how she said she was not his woman, but a mere girlfriend, that just so happened to be wearing his dead wife’s ring. A ring that held more importance than a simple trinket. He watched her shed his shirt and then go up the stairs naked. His eyes followed her as the front door opened, clearly for Sebastian. “I take it that is for you.” Izu said, glancing at Sebastian. “Unless you want to go up and scrub her back.”

It was nearly 11 in the morning and she didn’t honestly want to be arguing with her love. It was pointless, and honestly she didn’t even know why they were arguing. Well, okay that was a lie. She knew very well it was the way she spoke to him at the dining room table, but she didn’t mean it in a disrespectful way. Sighing heavily she looked up and let the shower fall over her body, her arm stinging in the process of it all. In this moment of pain she closed her eyes and let small the tears fall down her face, a sign she was coping, she was adjusting and a sign she was healing. Focusing her will power she let the pain subside and instantly re-opened her eyes. Sometimes there were perks to being an all-powerful witch, but at other times, it was a pain. The suds gathered around her feet and dripped down her body as she slowly began to rinse the newly colored dye from her head. Wine color, it would suit her for the day, or however long she decided to keep it. A deep breath and a small sigh was all it took for her to finally let herself calm. She wasn’t mad, she was simply… disappointed. She knew too well forgiveness wasn’t going to come easily for either of them, but this was their relationship, and she wasn’t going to lay that down on the line for a petty argument. But she knew she was wrong when she’d spoken to him about being his girlfriend. Although true, she did belong to him, in every way shape and form aside from marriage. All she could hope for at this point was that he’d forgive her soon, but apologize if anything. >c<

Sebastian took a deep breath and eyed down Izu before shaking his head in disgust and exiting from the suite. His eyes then turned to the ground just as he exited and he pointed up the stairs and spoke. “You don’t meet a girl like that every dynasty.” And with those words he turned and left down the hall and out of sight, not to be heard from nor called upon until the Empress did so. But gathering the situation that occurred, it may be a long while before he was called for his services once more. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu let the man servant take his leave, knowing full well he did not approve of the situation at hand. The door closed and Izu stood a moment, before raking his fingers through his silvery locks, then decided he was not going to let a simple argument destroy what they had. He took to the stairs, two steps at a time, and without knocking, he opened the bathroom door, and entered to see her in the shower. He wordlessly removed his clothes, letting them fall simply to the floor. His dark tan glistening in the steam filled room. Izu opened the cubicle door and stepped in, letting the spray of water cover him, running in trigotries down his body, and yet he did not touch her. He merely stared at her, with those silvery orbs of his, as his chest rise and fell, showing off his muscled pecks. He was a fine specimen of what a man should be, and as his hair was now drenched, and she would be no longer getting the spray of water upon her he asked her one simple thing. “Do you love me?”

Midnight felt the last of her tears cease as she hadn’t remembered continuing to bawl and instantly she watched as the dye stained Izu’s shower. Great, just another thing for him to be mad at her for. She’d never catch a break today. The spirits of nature were obviously working against her this day. And then it happened, she heard the door slam shut and footsteps coming up the stairs. “Oh god, please…” And before she could continue he entered the bathroom. Stepping in without a care in the world, removing his clothes wordlessly and then entering the shower with her. What could he have wanted now? Yet again another thought of hers racing around. His body now covered the way of the showers water and instantly she gazed into his hypnotic eyes, and she fell for him. She fell for him all over again, but not before he had asked her the daring question she hadn’t heard in years. “Do you love me?” It was something no one had ever really asked her seriously. Most meant it as a joke, but this man, the one person she loved more than her own life had asked her, all with a serious expression on her face. And she smiled and sniffled before raising a hand against his cheek slowly. “How could I not, you are who you are for a reason. And I wouldn’t ask you to change that, for anyone. But honestly, I’d have to say… Yes, I do. I love you Izu Carrendar, with every fiber in my being.” >e<

IzuCarrendar: The stain of tears had made their way down her cheeks, clearly she had been upset by the argument earlier in the dining room. They were two very different individuals, still learning about each other, and for them to co-exist was going to mean a great deal of effort on both parts. Agreeing to disagree, and compromise where possible. Izu stood stoically as Midnight reached for his cheek, and confessed the truth of her feelings. A simple yes would have sufficed, but she needed to be clear in her words. Izu didn’t need to speak in return, for his actions would do say what his mind was thinking, and she would pick up on this very fast indeed. He reached for the side of her face, and pushed back wet locks of hair, so he may see her better. Reaching for the soap, he then lathered his hands with it, before setting the bar back in its holder, and started to wash her shoulders, and moved lower to her breasts. Kneading and rubbing as he did so, so her backside would be pressed hard up against the glass. The bubbly foam was now running down her belly, into her navel, and his right hand descended till it cupped her mound, and the glistening foam seeped between her legs, while the spray of water continued to rain down upon him. Izu didn’t kiss her, not yet, all he did was hold her gaze as he washed her thoroughly. Enough to make her want more than just a wash. “Turn around” He said firmly, so she would have her back to him, and he may cleanse it.

Midnight had confessed, she had spoken truth and shed light. And by this time she knew something would change, and indeed it did. For Izu didn’t speak, he only moved. Moved about the shower so as to grasp the soap bar, lather it up and spread it across her shoulders. As he did this her entire body settled into his, it was relaxing, and she enjoyed it. The lathery suds slowly dripped down her body as he kneaded her breasts and rubbing them softly. But her position changed, and she was against the glass, back closed against it and her frontal regions exposed. The bubbly foam continued to fold over her body, down her chest, running its course over her naval and lower region. His hands firm and moist now cupped her mound and she clenched her eyes and gasped a moan. Her hand now guiding against his arm before wrapping into his open hand. But it was all too soon, because no sooner had those feats been formed he had asked her to turn around. Strange as it was, he apologized with his love and had yet to kiss her, which made her wonder what he had in store. But now all she could do was smile and do as she was told, submitting to him as she held her inner goddess chained. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Again with the bar of soap in his hand, he lathered her back, rubbing the soap in swirling patterns, and then set it aside, as he treated her to another massage and scrub all in one. Skilled he was at this and of course it had purpose. His body was now thoroughly soaked through, and at the end of lathering her, he set down the soap, then moved himself so he sandwiched her between the glass wall of the shower and his wet body. Now with her all soapy, she became incredibly slick, and he moved against her slowly, as he drew back her hair from the back of her neck, and bent his head down, to nip at the back of her neck, then round to the side. Izu’s hands trailed up and down her till reaching her hips, where he took a firm hold. He tugged at her earlobe whispering. “Is this how you want to be loved?’

He was at it again, the soap bar, this time reapplying it to her back, lathering her up left and right. A small massage and a scrub in one, he was definitely skilled. By this time he had placed himself in between her and the glass wall. His own body now wet and dripping with lather filled her core with juices she wasn’t ready to unleash. Her body quivered and before she knew it he had moved against her. Slowly he moved, and he drew her hair, his breathing marred her neck and she felt the nip at the base of it. Hands traveled fast and slow up and down her hips and in mere seconds he held her firmly, a small gasp escaped her lips then and she turned slightly as he tugged at her earlobe. His question seemingly simple but filled with riddles. “Is this how you want to be loved?” She closed her eyes and thought about it for but a few moments and smiled. “I want a love that consumes me, passion and even adventure.” Her words slipped out and she couldn’t help but feel proud of her response, for it was true, although riddled with words of her own she was correct in responding the way she did, and she’d hoped what she’d said was nothing he couldn’t handle. >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu turned her back around, so now she was facing him, as the soap started to wash free from her body as the spray reached her, warming her skin. “Then you need more, than just physical pleasures.” He then stepped out of the shower, leaving her wanting and this was done to show he was not just about to use her. She meant more to him than that. This was a chance to give her a moment to breathe and to think as he took a towel and left the room. Midnight wanted adventure and to be consumed by love. Could he give that to her under the circumstances? Would his love be enough?
Midnight had smiled at him and then frowned as he turned her around and spoke. “Then you need more, than just physical pleasures.” The words stung slightly, and instantly he stepped out of the shower. He was right. She would need more than just the sex, and the kissing. Something that surpassed even the physical boundaries. He had meant so much to her, and she knew he felt the same about her. Possibly the reasoning for what he said when he did. But when he spoke, she felt a spark, and it was then she knew. She laughed to herself and then opened the door, turning the knobs to the shower off and scurrying out of the shower. A towel hung and she grabbed it quickly, dried herself and placed on her silk white mini dress, simple flats and then blow dried her hair. All while doing so she thought, what was it that she needed more than physical boundaries? Was his love enough? The questions nagged at her and it was then she’d had it. She pulled the plug and ran out of the room and into the master bedroom. Her eyes now a lit with hope, faith and love. A pure love that was undeniable and clear to show. She stepped forward and watched as the fireplace suddenly lit aglow. She’d known she’d done it. Possibly nervousness but she wasn’t sorry for any of it. And it was her turn, her turn to speak. And so she did. “Fine, then I’m not sorry either, I’m not sorry that knowing you has made me question everything, and that even now you’re the one that makes me feel most alive. You’ve been a terrible person, you’ve probably made the worst choices, and of all the choices that I’ve made this will prove to be the worst one. But I am not sorry that I’m in love with you. I love you, Izu.” She wasn’t finished and she closed her eyes and stepped forward, her hand rising to his face as she gazed into his eyes and spoke the last of her words. “Marry me…” >e<

IzuCarrendar: Izu had dressed himself in the time he left the shower, to when Midnight emerged, looking resplendent in white with her hair blown dry and wearing dainty white slips. She appeared in a hurry though as what she wanted to say, simply couldn’t wait. Izu turned to watch her approach, and she didn’t hold back. Not at all sorry for her behavior, as he wasn’t for his. But for all sakes and purposes, she discovered that it was Izu that made her feel most alive and most loved, even if he didn’t actually say it. His standoffish attitude, and not touching her as she did say he was not to lay a hand on her, made it all the more difficult for him to express himself physically. She had imposed walls, that if he broke them he would feel her wrath. But her boldness captivated him, and a slight amused smirk appeared when she finally said she was not sorry she loved him, as he wasn’t either with her. The question “Marry me” got one answer. He swept her into his arms and kissed her with such passion, growling in her mouth the word “yes.”

Selene had the carriage flown to her home without stopping…and she made the journey with godly speed. Arriving outside the castle, she looked towards her home with tears and sorrow written all over her face. Her family…her husband, children…it all just seemed shattered in her eyes. Her mind was shutting off, her heart barely pumping as she stood before her family home. Had she been defeated?

Tipping her head to the ground, her white wings burst out from behind her. Taking to the air, the despairing princess flew past Clarice’s room to land on the balcony outside her own. She felt defeated, broken, and empty without her husband and children. Opening the doors to the room she had lived in since she was born, she stood in the entryway and swiveled around. Salty air hit her face from the ocean that was just below her side of the castle. Peace. It was what she needed. Spinning around slowly, she disappeared into her room to lay on her bed in silence.

Throne Room

As Lucan and Magda poofed into the castle, the young warlock was able to get them to appear in the throne room. How? Because he had photographic memory and had been there before. Now he stood in the center of the throne room with his arms wrapped around Magda protectively. When he opened his eyes, he looked around with a satisfied smile. He had done it. Pulling back from the mermaid, he looked down at her with concern “Are you all right?”

But as soon as the handmaiden was let go, she collapsed on the floor in a pile of her own agony and tears. Orion was dead, and she had no idea why it pained her so. But it felt as if her heart was ripped in two…and she feared for Selene and her children. As she sat on the floor trembling with her sobs, she could say nothing to Lucan. Everything just seemed so wrong. There was just no hope.

As Lucan watched the way Magda seemed to give up, he shook his head. He wouldn’t accept that. His mother and sister had been through enough, he didn’t need Magda to give up, too. Crouching down slowly so he was eye-level with the mermaid, he gently lifted her chin up so he could look into his eyes. Lucan’s eyes were compassionate and stern, his mouth grim as he spoke “Magda, look at me. You are the strongest woman I know. More so than my own mother. I need you. I need you to be strong and to help me fight this war against the man who is ripping apart my family.”

Magda lifted her eyes to his as she whispered sadly “But what can I do? I fear all is lost. The Brax family is coming to destroy your mother and her whole family.”

The young warlock looked deep into his eyes and gripped her shoulders “What can you do? You can fight. We all can. We must, Magda. We must fight for what is right…not only for the sake of my family, but for all that is good in this world. Orion will not die in vain. Do you understand me?”

The mermaid looked into Lucan’s eyes and finally saw hope. Lucan was a born leader and fighter. Nodding, she stood up slowly with his help and grasped his hands “We can do this.”

Lucan nodded with a gentle smile “Yes, we can.” Leaning down, he kissed her on the top of her head and pulled her in for a close embrace. Turning his head, he spoke to a servant that was close by. The servants weren’t hard to come by as they were all staring in wonder and amazement at Lucan and Magda’s sudden appearance. “Please, go and find my grandfather. War is coming.” The servant nodded hastily and took off for Clarice’s room.

While Metia was being all silly with her husband and enjoying the sound of her daughter’s laughter, it seems her husband decided to join the silliness as well, by just put black ink on her as well. He was trying to make some kind whiskers on Metia’s cheeks. Metia didn’t moved since she was surprised, then she looked down and played with her own tongue in her mouth, before bite on it, then bite on her own lips and lick them.
“You just declared a ink war, my dear.”
Metia told him, and was about to sink her fingers in the black ink, and this time just have way more ink so she could basically put it all over his face. She was like this, kind of brute, but funny at the same time. If people slightly slapped her arm, she would slap back, but not slightly, it was with almost the all strength she had. But on the very moment she was going to do this, somebody started to knock on the door of Clarice’s room. This was odd, maybe it was Rashna or a servant calling them out for eat or something. Metia frowned and pouted slightly, since this person basically ruined her revenge against her husband with the all black ink thing. While Metia was still confused, it seems Clarice was able to feel something her mother didn’t on the moment, which was Selene presence. She was extremely good on feeling people’s presences, that’s why when she played hide-and-seek nobody found her.
Metia stood up from her place, and walked up to the door, so she could open it. She had already a napkin on her hand so she started to clean her cheek.
“Excuse me, majesty. But it seems your grandson is asking for the King, and it seems an important matter.”
The servant spoke as calmly as he could, and he didn’t said anything about a war because Clarice was in there. Metia figured out it was serious her grandson, Lucan was here, what for? Did something bad happen to Selene. She quickly felt her motherhood getting more worried and she looked at Henry with a slight frown, which was enough to let him known to come and just see what the hell was this all about. She didn’t waited for him to come, she just followed her servant to the throne room, so she could meet up with Lucan.

Clarice watched how her father got his revenge on his mother, by putting ink on her cheek. So silly, but that made the little girl laugh more, this was fun, spending time with her both parents, was actually fun. She had never tried anything like this before, because her father barely looked at her, and he’s so different, he looks more healthy, younger and nicer, she likes that, it makes her feel more comfortable around him. Their fun wouldn’t last for long till somebody come knocking on the door. Clarice just watched everything and could quickly feel Selene’s presence, and Lucan, and another woman she didn’t knew. This meant they was here, but how the servant spoke it seems to be serious. Clarice wanted to see Selene, she still didn’t had a chance to talk with her older sister, and she was in a room where Clarice knew it belonged to Selene, she had already been in that room lots of times before, to just play alone or hide herself from the other people. Also, she liked to see through her sister’s childhood and teen-hood stuff, and see how her life was.

“I’m going play hide and seek with the maids.”
Clarice said out loud to her father and mother, and just rushed out of the room before her mother could leave. With the little box of the turtle under her arm. She ran through the hallways till she was finally able to reach Selene’s room.

Selene’s Room

Reaching her sister’s room, Clarice looked around making sure nobody was coming, and then she just stepped inside. The very moment she closed the door behind her and looked at Selene laying down on the bed, she pressed her tiny index finger over her small lips like she was telling her to not make any kind of noise. Like she said, she was going to play hide and seek with the maids, well kind of. She walked up to Selene’s bed while staring around her room. Once she reached the huge bed, she climbed it, and sat down on it, besides Selene. Clarice didn’t said anything, she just stayed there, and removed her turtle from the little box. She placed the turtle over her own palm and began to pet it gently. The little girl remained quiet, and would only speak if Selene said anything, sometimes a person only needs somebody else company, words aren’t needed.

“You just declared a ink war, my dear.”

Oh things were getting feisty between the King and his Queen. An ink war declared, and Metia had that look in her eyes. This was going to get nasty and fast, though by the comical expressions and current markings on their faces, they were going to have more ink on them then the drawings. Course, that was the plan, till they were interrupted. A knock at the door, and one that startled all including Clarice, who got to her feet in a hurry. The King reached for a small napkin, and started to wipe off the black that was on his nose, as he overheard the conversation at the door.

“Excuse me, majesty. But it seems your grandson is asking for the King, and it seems an important matter.” 

It sounded serious, especially since it was his grandson that sought audience. Rising to his feet, he hated leaving his daughter at this time, but she already had other plans, scooping up her turtle tank and darting out saying she was going to go play with the maids. Least she would be doing something fun, rather than being ignored up in her room. Placing down the discarded napkin, the King then followed his wife to the Throne room, where they both expected to see Lucan, and hear his news.

The Throne Room

Outside the throne room, one of the guards was holding a box that had a strange smell coming from it. Delivered to the front gate by a travelling gnome, it was said to be for the King. The guard had a green expression on his face, as the smell was not a sweet one. If he had bothered to notice, there was a drip coming from the box, and his boot was turning crimson.

Rashna came running up the hall from her quarters, having had an attack, like an anxiety attack. “Something’s happened. I heard him cry out…and then silence. Brother!..I fear that something terrible has happened.” Rashna cried to her brother Henry.

The guard then looked down at the box he held in his hand, and heard the cry of the elder Throne. Something bad? And he was holding a box that smelt funny for the King. His eyes darted left and right, before he nudged his counterpart, and said.“Psst…can you..take a look in this box. I have…a horrible feeling.” The other guard shrugged and lifted the lid, both seeing the head of Orion. The guard holding the box dropped it at once, with Orion’s head rolling out onto the floor.

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Metia just rushed her way with her husband to the Throne Room, the clacking noise of her high heel shoes against the ground would echo around the hallways. Thankful she was used to high-heel shoes, so she didn’t fell. The closer she get, a familiar voice made her stop, it was Rashna, what was wrong with her? Metia turned around to face Rashna and see her basically having a panic attack, Metia was extremely confused and this only made her worry more about everything. Things happen so fast around her, that on the next second she was seeing Orion’s head on the ground. She couldn’t yelp but to let out a small yelp escape from her lips. She closed her eyes, and turned around so now she would be facing her husband, and placed her palm over her lips, like she was going to puke. The smell was horrible, there was a head on the ground of her hallways, and it belonged to Orion, she didn’t knew him for long, but this shocked her, and her eyes were already getting slightly watery.
Lucan was here too and so was another woman, who just passed out on her grandson’s arms. Whoever this woman was, wasn’t the question now nor was it important, the important thing was that, she needed somebody to help her, and Metia needed an explanation what the hell had happen while Lucan, Selene and Orion were away!
Metia didn’t said anything, she looked at the servant who was holding the box, and he was extremely paled as well, he needed to get out of here too, so she had the idea on him just take Madga to an empty chamber and make sure she would be okay. Metia’s look was enough to make the servant just pick up Madga from Lucan’s arms and go to chamber to take care of her. Metia still refused herself from looking at that head again. She had killed thousand people before, hell, more than thousand. But now that she changed, this disturbs her and a lot. But she’s still strong enough to not have an attack in front of everybody, as long as she doesn’t look at that head again.

Selene’s Chambers

Clarice keep on caressing her turtle, till the little animal finally showed herself, the head was finally out, and that made Clarice grin, it was just adorable, and she loved it. Taking care of this turtle was like her new favorite thing to do now.
“I don’t know, still didn’t gave it a name but I’m thinking about, Cami.”
She didn’t even knew the gender of this pet, but she wanted it and hoped it would be a female, because she saw this turtle as a mini version of herself, even if it was animal and Clarice was a person, she always picked her pets that were alike her, in beauty or not, she knew she wasn’t perfect, one of the reasons why none of her pets are perfect, one dog of hers only has one leg, he’s always sleeping or just laying around, she still loves him, and carries him around when she thinks he wants to go to another place.
Clarice finally stopped giving attention to the turtle and looked up at her older sister. She noticed by the blue eyes of her sister, that she had been crying, they were still red. Now if Clarice looked better, Selene was pretty much alike their mother, maybe it was because of the hair, it was blonde, Clarice wondered if she was blonde, she would be alike her mother too, but different is also good.
“Why have you been crying? Is that a family thing or what? Mommy cries a lot too.”
Clarice had witness her mother crying tons of times, mostly because she just felt alone, and was taking care of a troublesome child like Clarice, and Henry was never around or showing any kind of affection, so Clarice knew that affected her mother too. Even tho Metia’s excuse was just saying that she just missed Selene, and she did, but Clarice always knew it was something else. Now she’s glad, she won’t see her mother crying anymore, because her father is finally good.

Lucan rocked Magda back and forth as though she were a baby, despite the fact that she wasn’t sleeping but actually passed out from shock. Still, it seemed like the young warlock was just trying to remain calm. He frowned and kept looking from Magda’s face to Orion’s head. His family was falling apart around him.

And yet, the king arrived, and he seemed the most composed of all…despite the fact that it was his brother. Lucan watched in wonder and amazement at how calm he reacted, and his respect for his grandfather shot through the roof. As he was addressed, Lucan lifted his head and spoke quietly “I know not where my mother is, but I can find out. She was last seen heading for this castle. If she is not here, I assume she will be soon. When I find her, I shall inform her of your wishes.” Glancing at Magda, he continued “I shall get her out of here as well.”

As he began to walk away, it was then that he noticed his grandmother. Offering a weak smile, Lucan walked up to Metia “I am so sorry you had to see that, Grandmother. I am sure Tempest and my mother are safe. If you will excuse me.” With that, he turned and carried Magda off as he tried to mentally scry where his mother was.

Selene’s Chambers

Selene watched in fascination as her sister stroked the turtle. Was she trying to coax the creature out of its shell? Finally, they were both rewarded with the sight of its head poking out. A smile crossed her lips as she nodded “Cami…that seems like a perfect name for your adorable friend.” It was hard to tell the sex of the turtle, so she tried to be vague so she didn’t hurt her younger sister’s feelings. A few moments of silence passed before Clarice looked at Selene. As the princess listened to her sister, a frown tugged at her lips again. Was it truly that obvious she had been crying. Reaching up, she absent-mindedly brushed a tear from her own cheek before offering a small smile “I just miss my family, is all. Your niece is off having her own adventures. Your uncle…well, I believe something terrible has happened to him.” It was a lot to spring onto a small child, but Selene felt like it was so good to finally have someone to talk to. When she heard that Metia cried often, her eyebrows drew together ["Whatever does mother have to cry about?"

As the two sisters were speaking, Lucan stood outside the door. With a lot of concentration, he was finally able to locate his mother. Stepping inside, he couldn't very well knock with the unconscious mermaid in his hands. Seeing his mother with a young girl, he offered a small smile "Hi there. You must be my mother's sister. I'm Lucan...your nephew." Saying that to the little girl was difficult while keeping a straight face. But trouble had settled on the castle, and it was not a time for laughter. Setting Magda carefully down the nearby chaise, he then turned to look at Selene with a somber face."Mother...something...bad has happened." The young warlock chose his words carefully in front of Clarice. Looking between the two, he then continued "Grandfather would like an audience with us in the throne room. We fear the worst."

Selene stared at her son as these words sunk in. Something terrible had happened. Was Tempest ok? What of her husband? By the look on her son's face, she could tell something was wrong. With a sigh, she stood up slowly and turned to face Clarice"Oh my darling sister...would you be a dear and keep an eye on my handmaiden, Magda? It seems she is not feeling too well." Turning slowly to look at Lucan, she nodded once.

Lucan stepped forward and offered his arm to the princess "I will be by your side the whole time, Mother. I will protect and love you always."

Seeing her son look so brave and protective made Selene smile. He truly was turning into a magnificent young man fast. Taking his arm, she looked at her sister again "I will be in the throne room with mommy and daddy. Thank you, dear." With that, she turned and began to lead Lucan out of the room. Lucan turned to wave with his free hand and a cheerful smile before facing ahead. While walking with his mother, he took on a more serious composure and walked his mother to the throne room.

Things weren’t right, something horrible was going to happen, hell it already happen, but something worse was coming up. She was still extremely confused about everything, but she refused to look back. Only when Henry covered his brother’s head, and a servant took it away, it was when Metia was able to calm down, because that horrible smell wasn’t so strong as before, some maids were already opening the big windows, so the smell could totally go away. She slowly turned around and faced her family. She watched Henry talking to Lucan asking him about Selene, and it seems he didn’t even knew where she was, but she was in her way to the Haven Castle, Metia just hoped she would arrive as soon as it was possible, it wasn’t safe for anybody anymore. Especially now that Henry spoke about war. Angels against demons..Metia gulped and looked down before look back up at her husband, she would follow him in whatever he done, and his decisions would be something she would support. But this all thing about the demon kingdom, only made her have stupid memories from the past, that she didn’t wanted to have at the moment. However, she was pretty much angry at the fact, her own daughter married that horrible demon, but glad that Tempest were safe as well. She still didn’t saw her granddaughter, but she already liked her, by the letter she sent her. The poor girl was probably confused at this moment, lets just hope she can make it up here.
Trying to recompose herself, Metia started to follow her husband, so they could have the chance to discuss about this war.

Selene’s Chambers

Clarice keep staring up at her sister, and nodded once she said she just missed her family, which was basically the family in this castle, and her children. probably her husband, but Clarice’s little young mind wasn’t able to catch up with everything, and sometimes she stays better by not knowing few things, she will be safer like that, and doesn’t held such problems on her shoulders at such young age. As soon as Selene asked her about what their mother cried, Clarice bite down on her lower lip before speak again.
“Well when somebody is away lots of things happen.”
It was all she could say before her nephew stepped in. Yes, nephew, it was weird, because Clarice was younger, and he was already a teenager, because of his powers. This was an awkward moment, but Clarice just looked at him and watched things unfold in front of her, something serious happen? She still could feel her father and mother presence around, and Lucan said her father wanted them in the throne room, it meant her parents were fine by now, and Rashna too.
When Lucan placed a woman over the bed, Clarice just looked at her confused, she seemed asleep? Or something. Selene told her to just take care of her, while she went to the throne room with their parents. Even tho Clarice wanted to go, she figured that would be like an adults thing, so she just nodded to Selene’s words, and allowed her to go with Lucan.
Once they were gone. Clarice poked Madga’s cheek, just making sure if she was even alive, then she placed her turtle over her box, but not inside it. So she could watch the little thing, till it decided to pop out its head again.

~Death~

King Henry washed using a large basin, with jugs held by servants, all solemn as the King was overcome by the grief of the loss of his older brother Orion. He had just experienced the most wonderful afternoon with his daughter, Clarice, reaffirming a bond with the child, and Metia, his beloved wife. How quickly joy can simply slip through your fingers, like that of silvery sand. Such moments are truly precious and too few. Shaking his hands dry, a servant handed him a small towel, and he patted his hands, knowing he was keeping his wife and others waiting, however, after handling his brother’s head, he felt it best to cleanse his skin and rid the stench of the rotting flesh. This done, he nodded to those that served him so faithfully, and turned back to his wife. Reaching for her hand, he would escort her to the throne room and take their places, side by side upon the podium, where their thrones stood. On reaching, they each would sit, the King’s robes splayed out on the floor, as Rashna, who had taken time away to gather herself, reentered the room, and curtseyed before the King and Queen, then took her place to the side of the room. All eyes, now upon the door, while the King reached for his wife’s hand. He would look at her, blue eyes like crystals, shining with unshed tears. He could not cry…he was King.

“United, we shall overcome.”

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Selene and Lucan walked in silence, and the young warlock could only guess at what his mother was thinking. With a heavy sigh, he turned to look down at her face. Days had passed, and he was already taller than the princess. He was practically a man. Leaning down, he kissed the top of her head and murmured “How are you holding up, mother?”

The princess’s blue eyes focused ahead of her, but her lips curved into a tiny smile at how attentive her son was “I’m…alive. For today, that is good enough. Have you heard from Tempest at all?”

Lucan shook his head sadly and murmured “I have not. But she is a smart young woman. I suspect she will find her way here soon enough.” Looking down at his mother as they walked, he felt his heart grow heavy. Selene had yet to hear about Orion, and he figured he should be the one to tell her. But how was he to say her husband was the one who committed such a foul deed? Stopping his mother gently with a tug of her arm, he looked into her eyes “Mother, there is something you should know.”

Selene looked up at her son with a worried expression “What is it? Is there something actually wrong with Tempest?”

Her son shook his head quickly to console her “No no. What I spoke was the truth. But there is something else you should know before facing Grandfather and Grandmother. Prince Joffrey…Well…he….” Alas, his voice trailed off. If ever there was a moment to test his strength as a young man, it was now.

The princess saw the look in her eyes and leaned against the nearest wall “Is he…is he dead?”

The young warlock stared into her eyes and wished silently he could say that were true. The man was a monster now, and he was no longer the man Selene loved. Shaking his head slowly, he spoke softly “He is not. But he has done something terrible.”

Selene frowned slightly and lifted her chin, but already tears were forming. It was as if she sensed what was coming. Her husband was, after all, a demon. He was filled with a darkness that even she had to fear. Had it completely taken over him? With a shaky breath, she asked “What is it?”

But Lucan couldn’t speak. Not at first. Seeing his mother look so close to breaking had him almost collapse. It was wrong for Joffrey to do this to her, and to Tempest. Finally, he cleared his throat and answered “Prince Joffrey has beheaded Orion. Uncle is dead, and his head was sent here to Grandfather’s castle. The demon prince has declared war on our family. Grandfather is waiting to speak to you on this matter inside. He was…he was the one who opened the box.”

The princess could only turn her head away and stare off as if she were in a dream. She did not doubt Lucan’s words, and she did not question him. However, she didn’t believe her husband was a monster. She believed he was a prince of darkness born into a world of monsters. It had to be his father. But her uncle…her flesh and blood. Joffrey had rejected her and Lucan not long ago, and she forgave him. But to kill one of her own and declare war against all that she loved…she just couldn’t handle it. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she felt Lucan reach out to touch her cheeks. Turning to look at him, she spoke in her soft heavenly voice “We must unite as one. Father will know what to do…Come, we face this together.”

Taking her son’s hand, she pulled him into the throne room. Seeing her father and mother on their thrones, she stepped forward slowly as if she were still lost in a trance. Lucan kept a firm hand on his mother, but paid no attention to the king and queen. His focus was on Rashna who was off to the side. His own eyes filled with sorrow as he watched her. Her brother was dead. When Selene stood before her father and mother, he left her side to go up to Rashna. Bowing his head, he spoke in a reverent voice“I…I am so sorry. Your brother…my uncle…he was a great man.” With that, he looked down at the ground, feeling a loss of words.

Selene stood before her parents, her eyes flicking between them before she finally spoke “I am loyal to the Casterlys, and to my family. Please, whatever you wish me to do to keep Tempest and Lucan safe, I will do. I fight for the Casterlys, and I fight for my family.”

Selene’s Chambers

It was breezy, and it was bright. Wind swept in through the balcony, and Magda could smell salt and the ocean on the wind. A slow smile curled her lips, her arms stretching over her head lazily as she purred quietly with bliss. A hand reached over to brush her cheek. Turning to look beside her, she saw him. Orion lay beside her, his eyes staring into her adoringly. A blush settled on the mermaid’s cheeks as she whispered “Good morning…”
The angle rewarded her with his own pleasant smile, but he said nothing. Brushing his hand along her cheek, he trailed it down to the back of her neck as he stared into her eyes. Orion slowly pulled her in for a kiss, his free hand reaching up to grasp her shoulder. Magda leaned in closer, her lips almost close to Orion’s…but just as their lips were about to meet, his head fell off his shoulders. She pulled back in horror as a scream escaped her lips.

Magda sat up quickly, sweat coating her pretty skin as her chest heaved up and down. It was then that she realized she had screamed. Her body trembled with the memories of her dream, and she knew. She knew Orion was dead. Turning to look beside her, she saw a little girl. Tears streamed down her face and no cohesive words formed in her head. All she could see was Orion’s head on the floor. After a few moments of crying while trying to control herself, she gasped “Hi…You..You must be Princess Selene’s sister?”The handmaiden was trying to play it off that she was ok…but the dream haunted her still.

Metia now headed to the throne room hand in hand with her husband, Henry. The both of them didn’t said anything to each other, they was still recovering from the shock that had just happen couple of seconds again, this was so disturbing, everything was just falling apart again. Her family was good minutes ago, she was finally able to unite her husband with her daughter, but now such horrible thing happens, and they get in a war. It means her husband will probably go on to the field to fight as well, which means, he might not come back, alive. This was extremely stressful for her, but she didn’t showed nothing more than a calm yet a bit emotionless expression, since she was still in shock.
Reaching the throne room, they sat on their thrones, that stayed right besides each other. Her eyes laid on her husband, who was taking her hand, and was telling her united they would go through everything. That thought only made her smile, and she nodded, giving him a small squeeze on his hand, she believes they will go through everything, and will be the winners in the end.
Her daughter finally arrived with Lucan. Selene seemed pretty much shocked as well, and her eyes would be clear that she was crying. Metia wanted to go hug her daughter, and just calm her down, but they was talking about something serious now, and she couldn’t simple get all emotional. They needed to clear this subject, and see what they are going to do to this war.
Hearing Selene’s words about how faithful she would remained to her family and would fight. Metia just nodded and gave her some small smile. But now she remembered about Tempest, where was her granddaughter? Metia didn’t said anything, she would let her husband be the one who speaks.

Selene’s Chambers

After placing her little turtle over the box, Clarice picked up the box and placed it between her and Madga, while staring down at her turtle and moving her left leg like she was waiting for something. But she was only bored, Selene told her to watch over Madga, and Clarice would do it, but since Madga was asleep, there wasn’t much Clarice could do, and her turtle didn’t wanted to pop its head out again, so probably another one that is going to fall asleep. She looked outside from the big window from Selene’s room, and saw how the clean sky was getting dark, it seemed like it was going to rain, and a lot. While Clarice was watching the sky, she heard a scream, right besides her, that made her jump slightly on the bed, and open her eyes wide. Wondering what the hell was that, she turned around and saw Madga shocked, crying but finally awake. This people had a problem for sure, everybody was crying, and Clarice didn’t knew why. Her sister was crying, now Madga is crying? Well it would make sense, since Lucan said something horrible happen, and she was curious about whatever had happen, yet she tried her best to push away her curiosity.
“Yes. My name is Clarice.”
The little girl answered the handmaiden. She was just pretending like she wasn’t even crying, which was weird. Clarice remembered she had some napkin in her pockets of her white dress. Clarice searched in her pocket the napkin and handled it to Madga, so she could clean her face. 

The clouds erupted as lightning flashed and the heaven’s cried, with droplets of rain starting to fall. A beam of white pure light settled in behind Tempest and then a being walked from its brilliance, a being that looked exactly like Orion. Only thing was it was not Orion, but Ira his twin. Wings fully unfurled, and wearing a spectacular robe of pure white, hemmed with a silver trim, he walked with strapped sandled feet to the gate and saw that Tempest had returned to her mother’s Kingdom, seeking sanctuary. Of course, he knew more than Tempest would at this stage. Already having taken his brother’s soul to the gates of Heaven, now he must comfort those that Orion had left behind. The guards all froze at the holy sight of the elder Throne, who raised his hand and gestured for the gates to be open.

“I am Ira Casterly, brother of the King, and the fallen Orion. Throne of God. Let us pass, so we may pay respects.’ he said with a noble air, a boom to his voice that would rock the foundations.

Within the Throne room, both Rashna and Henry, heard the voice of their brother, Ira. Soon all would be reunited, and then answers would be sought from those that had ventured to the night lands. Why the angels were to fight the demons? Why it all fell apart?

As the gates opened, Ira looked down at young Tempest, and then bowed politely.

“Your Highness, I believe you are expected.”

<3>

-As Ryo runs through the mountains underneath Tempest, running around the trolls and orcs, while being masked from sight by Tempest, though he did not know it and stayed to the shadows. He continues running through the days, pulling his hood on to stay out of the light of the day. He follows her as best he could all the way to the gates of a castle, and pulls up to a stop as she lands, and walks to stand next to her-

“I am Tempest of Brax, daughter to Selene of Casterly, granddaughter of your sovereign King Henry and Queen Metia come to seek audience with my family. I bring my companion as well, and will vouch for his character.”

-As he stands, he looks down, not sure if he could trust them. He was unsure if they would recognize him and capture him, hoping that her words would keep him from the dungeons. He would then looks through the top of his hood as the other man approaches, and feels anxious.-

Selene stood before her parents, completely vulnerable and open to their chastising. She chose to stay with Joffrey, she chose to have a family with him. Through thick and thin, she was by his side. But now he was unleashing an unholy war on her own flesh and blood, and she felt as though it were her own fault. Her mother said nothing, merely offering a small smile. Her father had yet to address her, but the princess understood. There were perhaps no words to be said in such a grievous time as this. Turning to look at her son, she offered a faint smile as he stood by Rashna and walked to her own throne she had given up years ago to sit beside the demon prince. Sitting down elegantly, she folded her hands in her lap and waited for her father to address the problem at hand.

Selene’s Room

Magda felt mortified that she was found so weak and tearful in front of the small child. But Orion’s face kept flashing in her mind, and she felt as though she would crumble right then and there. Letting out a soft sigh, she took the napkin and offered a weak smile to the young princess “Thank you, your highness.” Even at her weakest point, the handmaiden would not forget her rank in this world. Dabbing at her face, she was surprised to see that the tears kept coming. This was so not like her, and she felt utterly ridiculous. Looking at Clarice, she began to sob “I just…I feel so broken. I have served the princess for years and have seen so…so many horrors at Blackfog Castle. But this…I fear as though all hope is lost.”

The mermaid began to sniffle as she calmed down after speaking her mind. It felt good to get it out there, and she finally addressed how she felt. Hopeless. Orion was a strong angel, one of the best, and now he was dead. She felt as though she had failed Selene somehow. Taking a deep breath, Magda finally stopped crying and smiled more genuinely now “Forgive me, your grace. I am much better.” Setting the napkin aside, she asked “Have you any idea what is going on?”

Tempest was prepared to march into the throne room, head held high and announce to all and sundry that it was her fault for everything that happened.

A sudden storm came forth as thunder and lightning sprinkled the dark skies over Haven Castle. A beam of pure light erupted behind her and she turned in time to see a winged man emerge from its brilliance. He looked like her uncle, Orion…but she sensed there was something…different about him.

The answer came to her when he opened his mouth and spoke.

“I am Ira Casterly, brother of the King, and the fallen Orion. Throne of God. Let us pass, so we may pay respects.”

Tempest was about to speak once more when she caught the words “fallen Orion”.

“Orion is dead?” she gaped. She had not heard this news and it shook her to her very core.

The gates opened before them and Ira looked down at her and bowed.

“Your Highness, I believe you are expected.” 

Still stunned of the news that her uncle was dead, Tempest slowly moved through the gates into the castle proper. A knight awaited them to lead the party to the throne room.

The Throne Room

The page who awaited at the doors of the throne room and nodded to the knight escort. He pressed open the doors and strode in, banging his staff on the floor.

“Announcing Her Royal Highness, Tempest of Brax and companion in the presence of Lord Ira of Casterly, Throne of God. Long may He reign!”

Tempest, nervous, scared, sad and sick stepped into the room and stopped a few feet shy of the thrones. She curtsied to the royal family and stepped back respectfully.

“Hello, Grandmother, Grandfather. Mother.” she greeted in a low tone. He clamped her hands together to quell her nervousness. She was still shocked over the news that her uncle was dead.

It appeared that all were assembled, but not quite. The King realized this and asked for the Lord Chamberlain to send for Clarice. She may be young, but this was her family too, and she had been neglected long enough. The Lord Chamberlain bowed, and walked out of the Throne room, to fetch Clarice and the ones that cared for her currently. This was indeed a very grave time for the Casterly, and though Metia may not agree that the child be present, the King would not take no for an answer.

“When Clarice is brought in, I want her seated on your lap, my love.” The King said solemnly, as Tempest was announced, along with Ira. Ira’s presence brought Rashna to stand tall, and she made her way to her brother’s side, taking his hand, and looking up at him with sorrowful eyes.

“How could this have happened?” Rashna implored, deeply grief stricken by the loss of Orion. Ira knew not the words to say, for he was yet to hear for himself, what had taken place. All he knew was that Orion had done the will of God, and now stood at his side. Ira placed an arm around his sister, and let her weep openly into his chest, while looking up at his brother, Henry expectantly.

Henry’s eyes went from his brother and sister, to that of Tempest, and Selene. His lips flattened as he knew this was not going to be easy to have to say.

“For many years I have had my doubts over the union of Selene to the Demon Prince of Brax. I know Metia shares this with me, however being parents, we can only advise you, Selene of the choices that you make in life. Your union spawned a beautiful daughter, and this gave us hope. Hope that the Houses could coexist in unity.”

The King spoke with a tone of sadness, his face etched in sorrow. “My own brother, tried to keep the bridge between the Houses, by acting as counsel, and ambassador in my name. His death…is an attack on this house, and all it stands for. I know my brother…I know he would have died with honor. I still believe this.”

Henry then asked the most important question of all.

“Why….is he dead? Can someone answer this? What…drove the Prince of Brax, to kill my brother and declare an unholy war against all that is good?”

<3>

-He stood beside Tempest, looking to the man underneath his hood as he announced who he was, taking a silent note. He guessed that this Orion was someone who had been of great importance to him, and to her as well, judging from her reaction of learning that he was now dead. He was not sure how to feel about it, felt a twinge of sympathy for the woman. As Tempest walks inside the castle, he follows closely behind her.

THE THRONE ROOM

“Announcing Her Royal Highness, Tempest of Brax and companion in the presence of Lord Ira of Casterly, Throne of God. Long may He reign!” 

-Ryo walks beside Tempest, feeling a little nervous of all the new faces as he did not know what would come of his being here. Had he spent so long on the run, only to be led into harm’s way by the same race that pursued him now? He looks to the walls of the throne room, searching for a quick escape should flight be necessary. He knew that he might not make it, but fighting so many and some of royal blood by himself would be suicide, better to chance escape. For now, however, he would wait and figure out what was to come as he stopped next to her in front of the thrones, bowing from the hip to them, as they were in a much higher state of living than he was, but left his hood on, for now hiding his face-

“For many years I have had my doubts over the union of Selene to the Demon Prince of Brax. I know Metia shares this with me, however being parents, we can only advise you, Selene of the choices that you make in life. Your union spawned a beautiful daughter, and this gave us hope. Hope that the Houses could coexist in unity.”

Tempest bowed her head, the words of her grandfather beating at her from all sides. The guilt was beginning to eat away at her and she wanted to die.

“My own brother, tried to keep the bridge between the Houses, by acting as counsel, and ambassador in my name. His death…is an attack on this house, and all it stands for. I know my brother…I know he would have died with honor. I still believe this.”

She still could not believe her uncle was dead…apparently at the hands of her own father. And it was all her fault.

“Why….is he dead? Can someone answer this? What…drove the Prince of Brax, to kill my brother and declare an unholy war against all that is good?”

And that was the final nail in her coffin. Proof that her father had done the deed. She sank to her knees before her grandparents and her mother and stared at them with tearful eyes.

“It’s my fault, Your Majesty! All of it is my fault!” she sobbed. “I rejected Brandon of Brax and his claim that I wed to secure an ally to my father’s kingdom. I was ordered to the dungeons until my mind was changed and I was hurt and angry that my parents did not defend my choices. I escaped and ran away. Mother and Father found me…hurt…and I don’t know what happened before I woke up. Father and I argued and I rejected him.” Tempest was so upset over everything that happened she was nearly babbling her words, but they were still understandable. “Something happened…I don’t know what it is. I can feel him still…but he is different. It is like he’s still my father…but he is not my father.”

She bowed her head, face flush with tears. “It is my fault Orion is dead. I will abide by whatever punishment you deem fit for my behavior is an act of treason upon two great families. And I would deserve it.”

Her words trickled to a stop and she remained where she was, silent, submissive and waiting.

“Let’s go inside. I have take-out menus on the fridge.” Rodger was passive in his actions and helped her out of the car, before walking off ahead of her. Amelia, who was dressed casually and with her hair down to her shoulder, followed in behind like a stray puppy, looking at him with large eyes, wondering when he would start to go off about Shane and Jarvis. Everything.

“Come on, Vampira.” He urged, and Amelia quickened her step, so she was just in behind him when he took out his keys and opened the door. Watching him go inside, she looked down a moment, so when she crossed the threshold, she didn’t trip, only to gaze up and feel him grip her hand and pull her inside. Here it comes…..

But it was nothing what she would have expected. Rodger buried his face between her shoulder and neck, saying he was so sorry…for everything. The feeling that ran through her, as he pulled her close. She truly felt home. She hiccuped a small cry, her face radiating her love for him. Forgiveness was something she was more than capable of.

“So am I. Rodger, I should have been more careful. I won’t make the same mistakes again. I promise.” Amelia blurted, fighting to hold back the tears that were welling in her eyes. Rodger then presented her with a small box. Opening it, she found a beautiful lace and metal studded collar. It was so sweet…and so her.

“Oh Rodger…you shouldn’t have.” Awe struck by the pretty collar. But it was not just the collar that had her so happy, it was what the collar symbolized. Once she put it on…she truly belonged to him. “I love it.” She enthused, undoing the clasp and then handing it back to Rodger. “Can you put it on me, please?’

Amelia turned around and lifted her hair out of the way, so he could once and for all…claim his girl.

<3>

He couldn’t stop the smile that spread on his face as he watched her undo the clasp. Soon she spun around and lifted her hair while asking in her irresistible voice to put it on her. Oh, he had every intention of putting it on her again, and no one would ever take it off.

Stepping forward, he took the collar from her wordlessly and clasped it around her bare neck. His green eyes focused on her soft pale skin and he felt himself hardening. Leaning down, he snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her flush against his hard on. While gyrating himself slowly into her so she could feel just how much he needed her, he leaned down to hoarsely growl in her ear “You are mine now, Amelia Reed. You belong to me, and I’ll never let you go again.” Without another word, he bit down on her neck sharply before he began to trail delicate kisses across the back of her neck. His left hand grasped her hip to keep her against him while the other hand reached up to knead her breast mercilessly.

He couldn’t control himself any longer, and he had to claim what was his with his body.

The hard grasping of his hand upon her hip pushed her tight up against his rock hard member, that she craved so desperately to fill her aching need. Her panties were already wet, and the pressure of his forced grip of her breast had her begging…pleading..

“Please…god please Rodger…take me…take me now. Claim me.” She begged, her hands trembling as she touched and pawed at him tenderly. He could be hard as he liked on her, and she would always be that welcoming lover…bringing him home.

<3>

Wrapping his arms around her waist, he then hoisted her up to carry her into the living room. They would christen every room of his house, he didn’t care if he was up all night. Bringing his woman to the couch, Roger set Amelia down on her feet and didn’t push her back onto the couch. Not yet. Falling to his knees, he lifted her shirt up slowly while looking into her eyes. His were soft and loving, but his hands were quick and needy. Placing a kiss to her hip, he then moved to tug her bottoms down.

With her bottoms and panties off, the lieutenant snuck her a sneaky look. Smiling like a predator, he leaned in to bite her hipbone. He wanted her pleasure to be mixed in with pain, and he had to hear his name on her lips. She was begging him and it was just what he needed to hear. Standing up straight, Roger tugged his shirt off and tossed it over the couch. Looking down at his woman, Roger became dominating as he was meant to be. “Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.” Placing a hand on her shoulder, he then forced her on his knees before him. His knees quivered in anticipation but he was careful not to rush Amelia.

“Take my pants off. Then you will taste me.” 

The force of his hand guiding her down, had her sink to her knees, all the while gazing up at him, before looking to his pants, where she reached up and undid the clasp, then slid the zipper down slowly. Both hands reached for either side of his pants and she pulled them down slowly, shaking her head as her hair fell off her shoulders. His pants down, she followed the same with his boxers, lowering them carefully, and exposing his cock, the tip already moist with pre, and pulsating with blood.

Wishing to be truly submissive, she placed both hands behind her back, interlocking her fingers. This would draw her shoulders back tight, and with her kneeling with her legs partly spread, and a curve to her spine, Amelia looked more than ready to accept her duty, to taste her Master. She wet her lips with her own tongue, and tipped her head forward, at first giving kitten like licks to the head, before her tongue slowly started to curl around and under the hood, so to reach his most sensitive spot, where she applied light flicks of her tongue. Eyes closed she was going by taste and touch. To watch her, she demonstrated skill, obedience and tenderness. Treating his member with care, to enhance the experience.

Her tongue then found its way to his shaft, and slowly she tasted, licked him right to his stomach, before drawing back and repeating this. Rodger had only said to taste him, and she knew that when he wanted her to truly take him in…he was going to do so by force. She opened her mouth further and sucked the tip of his cock, with slight popping sounds as she released. It wouldn’t be long before he would feel the need to take her head, and guide her onto him fully, and the real taste test would start.

<3>

As Amelia sank to her knees, Roger ran his fingers through her hair encouragingly. He was beckoning her to do as he commanded sweetly, but soon she would feel just how pain was when mixed with pleasure. With hooded eyes, he watched the way her hands locked behind her back. Nodding once, he growled hoarsely “Atta girl…don’t touch me.” And she didn’t, only with her lips. Amelia took Roger into her mouth like a skilled lover, starting out teasingly slow before taking him completely in her sweet little mouth. The sensation was enough to send him rocking back on his heels as his fingers tightened in her hair. Loosening his grip long enough to form pony-tail with her hair in one hand, he yanked on it gently at first. After a few gentle tugs, her jerked her head back hard, unable to take anymore of her ministrations without finishing right then and there.

It had been too long in his mind since he last had his woman, and he had to have her now. Pulling her up to a standing position by her hair, he leaned in to nip at her ear. Roger then stooped down to wrap his arms under her ass and whispered in his gravelly voice “You’re coming with me.” Lifting her up in one swift movement, he tossed her over his shoulder and carried her upstairs to his room.

Once inside, Roger quickly slammed the door to his bedroom and held her against the nearest wall. His lips crushed against Amelia’s hungrily as his hands pinned her hips to the wall. After a few moments of licking and nipping at her mouth, he pulled back to ask in a breathy voice “Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.” His eyes flashed darkly as he taunted her. Roger would have Amelia even if he had to take her on a dumpster outside.

Watching his face with anticipation of what he would ask her to do for him, she fell silent, to hear his voice, and see the look of lust in his eyes.

“Here, or the bed? Make a fast decision or you don’t get any of me.”

“Here…Sir, Here.” Amelia called him Sir. Why? Cause she believed he owned her, and that was what he should be called. Would he accept this? One could only wait to find out. She was very quick to make her response, for she desperately wanted him…more than anything.Amelia drew her hands back, not to touch him, till he wanted her too. The wait was excruciating. Already her panties were wet, and she knew that they would soon be off on the floor discarded…very soon.

<3>

Pressing Amelia into the wall, Roger reached over to rip her panties clean off. It was a nasty habit he was developing, but he was all to eager to just buy her whatever she wanted. With her panties out of the way, Roger smiled down at her darkly “Judging by how moist those were, you are more than ready for me.” Amelia wanted him right there against the wall, and her raw desire to be taken there instead of a bed had him still raging hard. Reaching up, he unhooked her bra and tossed that aside with a free hand as the other kept her against the wall.

Bare against bare, Roger pressed his chest to hers so he could feel her breasts against his chest. Leaning down, he brushed his lips tenderly across her shoulder as he slowly guided himself to her opening. Suddenly, he simultaneously slammed into her womanhood while biting down on her shoulder hard. Soon he fell into a rhythm that had him slamming into her hard enough to make her head bob.

Pushed forcibly up against the bedroom wall, Amelia’s bare buttocks slapped the cold plasterboard, again and again, as Rodger took her with enough force to make her head bob. The witch with a flair for emo clothes and wild ideas, was now where she wanted to be, being taken by her lover, and made sure she knew she belonged to him.

The hard biting of his teeth sinking into her shoulder blade, had her cry out his name, begging him not to stop. Her naked body glistened, and the friction between her nipples and his chest, caused them to peak and harden. Amelia was breathing in short sharp pants, barely able to contain herself. Her nails dug into his back, as he held her up by her thighs, and rammed himself repeatedly into her, thrilling Amelia to no end.

So animal like, the sounds of his grunts, and hard rutting was going to make her cum before she could cry his name again.She could feel the pressure of his teeth, punishing her skin, and thought she may bleed. The pain was delicious, as it was pleasurable. Nothing could spoil this moment.

<3>

Going to get a brush from her bag, it was then she heard Rodger say “Holy Shit”. Wondering what that could be, when she looked up, he said that the text was from Jennifer the girl that had been caught kissing Galtem in the club that night and that she was in some sort of trouble. The thing that was surprising was she was with Galtem. Looks like she did leave William after all.

“You can come…if you can deal with seeing him.” Amelia suddenly looked scared and then backed up. It was not that she didn’t want to see Galtem, she just knew how insanely jealous Rodger got if she was around another man, and Galtem used to be her best friend. Watching him get freshened up and grabbing his keys and wallet, he asked her if she was coming. “I don’t think so. I might stay here, and wait for you, Sir.” she said quietly. It was not that she was disobeying, she just didn’t want him to throw a tantrum if Galtem even looked at her.

<3>

The candle light had long gone out, and it was way past dinner time. The dining table places were all set, just not used. Amelia had placed the Chinese take out in the fridge, since it was just going to get cold and spoilt. Sighing, she had paced the room, so many times she left tread marks, each time looking out the window, hoping he would come home soon. She had got his text, and texted back, but she didn’t feel like texting him again. That was just overkill, and besides, she was supposed to wait to be called, not the other way around.

Amelia finally flopped down on the couch, and picked up the TV remote, turning on the television. She idly flicked through channel after channel. Nothing on, and nothing worth watching really. Not even the re runs held her attention. Amelia was starting to get annoyed. Why was he taking so long? What was it about Jennifer that had men run to her? William, then Galtem, now Rodger? God, who else did she have tangled in her web of drama? No wonder Melinda couldn’t stand her. Amelia was starting to clue into why. She took up a cushion on the couch and screamed into it, before tossing it across the room in an unusual fit of anger. The candle lights in the room all burst into flame, a sign that her energy was now filtering in through the room, almost charged by her. She calmed herself as she saw what she did. Panting, she quickly went around and extinguished all the flames, but the thought was still in her mind.

She finally caved, tired of waiting up, and decided to just go on up to bed. Amelia knew she would have to go to work in the morning, so waiting up any longer meant less sleep time. Amelia turned off the TV and then headed upstairs, where she crawled into Rodger’s bed, and then snuggled his pillow, going off to sleep.

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Roger sped back to his house as fast as he could. He had left Amelia waiting far too long and for nothing. Jennifer had said she wanted his help, but there was really nothing he could do. Until Jennifer could sort through her feelings and decide what she wanted for herself, the lieutenant was no help. In his personal opinion, he believed she should forget William and Galtem altogether and start a fresh life of her own…but he knew that wasn’t going to happen. Hundreds of years invested in two men took a lot out of you.

Pulling into the driveway, Roger climbed out and locked his car. Walking up to the door, he opened it up and called out “I’m home, baby!” Sticking his head inside, he saw the lights were out. Sighing softly, he stepped completely inside and shut the door. Had she gone home? Walking into his kitchen, he headed over to the fridge and pulled it open. There was the food they were supposed to share together. With another sigh, he shut the door. Stepping into the dining room, he saw the candle and table was set. Rubbing a hand over the back of his neck, Roger could only stare in silence. His evening alone with Amelia had been ruined.

Soon Roger found himself going upstairs to his bedroom. He hadn’t received a text back from Amelia so he assumed she had gone home and went to bed. The lieutenant couldn’t blame her if she was upset. But as he stepped into his bedroom, there was his perfect woman laying there. With a soft smile, he walked over to stand over her.

She was absolutely stunning. Roger reached down to brush his fingers over her cheek before unbuttoning his shirt. Pulling it off, he then tugged his pants off and padded over to the other side of the bed. Climbing in, he inched closer to Amelia and wrapped an arm around her so he could pull her close. Placing a kiss on the back of her neck, he then closed his eyes and slowly drifted off to sleep with her.

Drakkar stepped up to the gate and asked for the head guard. The ugly looking knight being in his armor was at first chided by those at the gates. Until he opened his bag and threw up the bloody head at them. The guards looked at each other then called for the head guard who came down to the low end of the gate to answer him through the door.

Head Guard looked out through the narrow slits at the ugly looking battle scarred human thinking he must be something other than what he was. Then he looked down at the Goblin head, knowing it to be one of the new recruits.

” What is the meaning of this? “ 

Drakkar looked back at him, with disdain.

” You have poor control of your army out here. You need to get someone out in the field. These goblins are trying to eat your farmers! Your own people. I killed this one on my way in for butchering a family. I came to sell my sword as it may be done. “ 

The guard was incredulous at what he had just heard and ordered him put under watch.

” You will wait here for now. Prince Joffrey will decide what is to be done with you, it is he and King Brandon who leads the army. “ 

Loud cackles and shrieks of laughter followed the beheading of Orion, with his blood stain still on the stone floor of the Throne room, his white feathers now being plucked from wings by the Witches three. Prince Joffrey was dancing with the enchanting Elisa, who was now enjoying the Prince’s attentions, with the Angels now well and truly out of the picture. The full court were raising glasses in celebration, that this was the end of an era. Long live the House of Brax, and the reign of King Brandon.

At Brandon’s feet, Minerva was laying, and being the perfect submissive. Gazing up at him adoringly, as the collar which had her bound to him glinted in the candle light. She nuzzled against his leg, and chewed on her bottom lip, teasing him. She knew he found her to be bewitching, when it came to love making, and even he could be exhausted, from taking her again and again, yet feeling like each was the first time. She cast her gaze to the dancing Prince with the vampire Elisa, who made quite the pair on the dance floor, and she whispered for the King to hear.

“Everything is now as it should be. Evil reigns supreme, and soon you shall conquer all the lands, my King.”

With the witches having collected all the feathers, two orcs came into the Throne room and dragged out the remaining body of Orion, much to the applause of the Court. Joffrey barely gave the orcs and the corpse a second glance, as he smacked Elisa’a backside. “You look gorgeous in that dress, my Dear, but I bet you look a whole lot better out of it.” he teased, with a snake like licking of her neck, pretty much oblivious to everything.

But what awaited outside the Throne room, may have all stopping from their frivolity and paying heed to the fact, the war had already begun.

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The King had a lot of stress in dealing with the current situation, and with the gore and death in the Throne room, he needed a way to release the fear and the aggression in his heart. What better way to do that, then to use Minerva. After all, she was there to bring comfort and joy to him at his beckoning. Taking her back to his chambers, he didn’t waste time, removing her silks, and then ravishing her. Bare back and hard riding, thrusting again and again till she cried and begged him for her to experience her own climax. And she did. Seeping her sexual fluid down her leg, as she panted heavily. His golden haired maiden, faithfully and flawlessly bent to his will. Although to outsiders, it may well look like he was punishing her with his violent fucking, but in fact, this was how a Demon King acted when fully aroused. The black tendrils all around, and the darkness that seeped from his very skin, consuming all light from the room. Minerva finally collapsed, spent from his ministrations, and her hymen again sealed closed, ready for the King’s next erotic encounter.

“My Master…My King…I bow down to you, and serve you as you wish me.” Her voice but a whisper in the darkness.

Throne Room.

Up on the podium, Prince Joffrey was lounging on his throne, with Elisa draped over him, nipping at his neck, as jugglers were performing tricks to amuse the royal court. Joffrey’s hand wandered up Elisa’s skirt, and he was about to tease her lower lips, when the din was interrupted by a Head guard.

Prince Joffrey, There is a man at the gates. Claims to have killed a wandering goblin who was raiding our villages. He wants to serve in the army he says and warned that the goblins, trolls and orcs are raiding and that something must be done in the field. I have him under guard now and await your command. “

Withdrawing his hand up from under Elisa’s skirt, he patted her to rise off him, as he too did so stand up and descend the small podium stairs. “Well, don’t just stand there, send him in. Oh…and go check to see if my Father is ready to return here, I figure he has had a wild time with the Lady Minerva.”

He then snapped his fingers, as Elisa came to his side.

“This is going to get good.”

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” You serve me well. I feel quite reshreshed my mistress. My Minerva. “ 

Slowly rising he began to dress. Realizing that though he wanted more time with her they had so very much to do. Both of them were needed. She noted things he might not and saw much. He needed to be directly involved and to move this war ahead. It was time to take action lest they lose the fight against the angelic house of treachery.

“Get dressed my dear. We have much to do and little time. I could pleasure you all day but there is so much to do. I need you with me to see what you can. Help be my eyes and ears in the court. You may note something I do not. “ 

Turning to head towards the door after she had dressed the pair headed downstairs for the throne room.

Throne Room

Drakkar was led under guard to the throne room. The head guard had been silent as they moved down the passageways. They were well lit and everyone seemed in good spirits. There was a large man on the throne whom he assumed was either the King or Prince with a vampiress by his side. He bowed as he made his way to the front holding his helmet in the crook of his arm, his black armor covering most of his deformed skin. The only part showing was his hideously deformed face.
” I came to serve m’lord. “ 

Brandon made it down the stairs as Drakkar was being led before Joffrey. Toting behind him was Minerva. The pair watching the exchange from the rear curious how his son would handle the situation, the King waited a bit to watch the situation.

Magnus had already delivered the armor to the pair and The King had dismissed him. The witches had begun a cauldron of magic. Seeing that they were using the feathers well he looked over their work and gave it some admiring works before returning to the battlements. He had to deliver a message to Lord Ash through the gem. He might need his help before long.

The King had enjoyed Minerva a great deal, but unfortunately their private time was to be cut short, due to them being needed before the court, to get ready for the war with the Angelic Casterly family. Minerva lay on the bed, like a lounging leopard, watching her King as he redressed himself, and advised her to do the same, so that she may join him in court. Minerva understood the enormity of the situation, and of course, she may well pick up on things the King might miss. She was his eyes and ears in the Throne room. She obeyed his order, and slid her legs off the bed, then rose to standing, dressing once more in a very revealing set of silks, that matched her collar perfectly. Minerva refrained from touching the King, unless he so ordered her to, even though she found herself wanting him again. On the opening of the door, the collared witch followed behind her King silently, making her way back to the throne room, and to see how the Prince was going in his father’s absence.

Throne Room

Elisa was enjoying this new found attention from the wicked Joffrey, who kept toying with her hair, as he listened to Drakkar introduce himself. News had come that orcs and others were abusing the townfolk, and if this was true, then the King or the Prince would be required to show the populace they were ready to serve and protect. their own.

Nice sword. Joffrey said, as he took possession if the specially crafted armour. “We welcome you of course, to assist us in our fight against the Angels. Make no mistake, they have ruled their own realm without complaint, but all good things must come to an end. I plan to see that as a reality”

Drakkar knelt as he heard the Princes words not noticing the King’s arrival. He spoke the words…

“We welcome you of course, to assist us in our fight against the Angels. Make no mistake, they have ruled their own realm without complaint, but all good things must come to an end. I plan to see that as a reality” 

Drakkar responded back in kind at the welcome, slowly rising to his full height.
” Well I thank you m’lord. I await your command.” 

He then took a position where the guards indicated should he be needed for anything.

Brandon was well refreshed and quite impressed with his son. Joffrey was handling the throne well as a commander should. It was nigh drawing on time to lead their armies out on the field. However he had seen his son toying with Elisa and she had definitely proven by her actions deserving of his sons lust. As he made his way near the dais he smiled at Joffrey.

” Well done son. Perhaps you might like some time to privately congratulate Elisa. She has done so well so far. Both of you have. “ 

Brandon really was a proud father. The line was again strong it seemed.

The King’s return was a welcomed one, by not only the court, but also Elisa, who had been pawing at Joffrey in the hopes they might get a chance to celebrate the death of Orion, and the start of a new unholy war. She crossed one foot over the other, and got in behind the Prince, as the King raised his voice, so his son could hear.

” Well done son. Perhaps you might like some time to privately congratulate Elisa. She has done so well so far. Both of you have. “ 

The Demon Prince found himself smiling broadly having won the respect of his father over the handling of the latter guests, while his Father had been entertained by the temptress Minerva. Now…now it was the Prince’s turn. He felt Elisa at his back, and reached around skillfully, taking her hand in his and then bowing to his Father.

“Much appreciated, my Father and King. I shall take this blood rose to my chambers, and see to it she is rewarded for her loyalty to King and country.” That said, he led Elisa out of the throne room, much to the chuckles and veiled whispers of the court. He was truly abandoning his rights to his former wife by taking another woman into his bed chamber. And not just any woman, but the one that led Orion to his downfall.

Joffrey’s Chambers

Entering the chamber, Joffrey burst out laughing, his evil cackle would send chills up the spine of any mere mortal. It was dark and haunting, and as soon as Elisa closed the door, the Prince rounded on her. “Oh…bravo!..Bravo my dear. Your timing was simply impeccable. To come across that namby pamby Angelic fop…and led him to me for the big…CHOP!”Elisa giggled as she watched the dark Prince, who was slowly tearing off his clothes. He looked up at a painting of his wife, Selene and then hissed at it. “ANGEL SLUT!” He roared, as a ball of flame appeared on his right hand, and he flung it at the painting, causing it to erupt on the wall. The paints bubbling and running down in sickly lines of white and orange.

“What did you ever see in her?” Elisa asked coyly, undoing her clasp on her bodice, and letting it fall to the floor. It was like they were slowly undressing, while discussing the current events. The Demon Prince, who…was really nothing more now than a foul snake replied. “A holy snatch? Hell, I don’t know. I didn’t marry her. HE did.” now this was a clue as to who was really who, and even Elisa raised a brow. “What?” The Demon Prince scoffed and then recanted saying. “I must have been..out of my mind at the time.” His yellowed eyes then fell upon Elisa’s ripe bosom and he licked his lips.

“I think I found new toys.” Joffrey made a bee line for her and made a grab for her hips, pulling her up against him and dancing around, twirling. “WE.. you and me…are going to soon be the King and Queen of Vaas lands…just as soon as our army marches on that pathetic little realm, and I have the King’s head on a pike. Right outside the front gate. Like…an ornament. YES! This is what happens when you make Joffy MAD!” He threw his head back and laughed like a maniac, before then getting a lusty urge. What he did next….was shocking to say the least. His legs turned into one big long snake tail, and the tip of it was barbed and sharp. Soon the coils were winding around Elisa as he gazed at her with a hypnotic stare.

“Ready for your reward?” He teased, licking her bottom lip as the dangerous tail was sneaking up behind her. Mesmerized she nodded without word as the slick fast movements of the serpent’s tail rocketed up inside her and started to pump her mercilessly. Tearing at her insides, so blood flowed thick and freely upon the floor beneath her. Horrified, she groaned in agony and ecxtasy as Joffrey laughed crudely. Being undead had its advantages.

“Yessssss, take it like a whore. Mmmmmm ssssuch a good girl. Ahahahahaassssssss.”

Magnus had used his power to send a message through his crystal. Knowing it would send only a one way message to Lord Ash, he hoped that Ash would help. He had no way of knowing for sure. Looking out over the the Night lands it seemed the Army was now in some semblance of order. The guards had begun to assert some control on the ranks. They would begin the march soon he thought to himself.

Throne Room

King Brandon began to feel the effects of his armor more fully. Magnus had indeed done quite a job with his smith. They had made it well he thought as the polished black obsidian of it’s sheen fell off the lights in the room. At his hip was Soulstealer. The sword hungered for death. He was right and ready with the necessities of battle. He began to summon the guard together.

” Please order the Knights readied and gather the barracks near the gates. We shall soon need all readied. The time is near upon us for the Casterly’s doom. The Brax house and honor shall see full redemption. “ 

Watching the witches he knew they also had something quite evil planned. What he could only guess.
As the guards filed out of the room he turned upon the lone guard, pointing at him.

“You shall be my squire. Stay near at hand I see you being needed before long. What was your name? “ 

Drakkar turned to attention and faced his king.

“Drakkar, my lord. “ 

Brandon smiled at the dark knight now personal squire. Something felt oddly familiar about him. He wasnt sure what it was.

” We await Joffrey then meet the horde at the gates. Get my horse ready Drakkar, we will soon be off. “ 

The large oak doors of the Throne room flew open, as a dark Knight or so it would appear, entered the chambers. He wore the most hideous suit of armor, with the glow of a golden hue coming out from where the eyes would be. Course, it was none other than Prince Joffrey….and how much this armor suited his current demeanor was shocking to say the least. It was almost as though it empowered him and his inner most desires. He had had his way with Elisa, and left her a bleeding mess in his chambers. But knowing she was a vampire, she should heal…in a few days. Joffrey didn’t care of course. Well, not this Joffrey. He had but one goal. Destroy the Casterly.

“Father…I have returned, and I must say, the feeling of relief to my scrotum is without doubt…amazing.”

This would bring a titter of laughter from the Royal court, who found the new Joffrey’s wit to be vulgar and yet cute all at the same time. Joffrey noted Drakkar and raised an eyebrow, though it was well hidden under his helm. “He’s coming to fight too?” Joffrey pointed one of his sharpened armour covered claws at Drakkar. Not having heard that this man would be the King’s personal squire.

The witches were on the side lines, and they all approached the Prince, who was standing oddly, then turned his helm to watch them approach, scaring them slightly, as a black mist emerged from his form.

“Don’t get all shy now, ladies. What is it?”

“We have made a special potion…using those feathers of Orion. You might want to take a vial into battle.” Portia said with a chuckle, as Delilah sensed something was not…quite right about the Prince. Joffrey suddenly liked this idea, and extended his hand awaiting the vial to be handed over.

“I am about to head off with my father and army…SO…hand it over.” Portia took it out from her cleavage. A bright blue vial, that seemed to sparkle to the light of the candles. “This is so potent….you would be amazed what it can do.” Portia thought the new look Prince was scrummy, and unwittingly handed over the vial, as he took it and held it up to the light. “What does it do?” Portia crept forward and then whispered to the Prince, while the other two witches held back.

“It does?!” Joffrey grinned and then patted Portia on the head with his metal covered hand. “Oh..you’re a keeper.” Portia blushed and squealed, as the Prince placed the vial around his own neck, and strode up to his father.

“I don’t know about you, Father….but I’m all set. To war then?” He chimed, with a malicious grin.

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Brandon watched as his son came out of the chambers. He had been patiently awaiting his return. His squire had already come and gone. His horse was readied and the army awaited. All was prepared. As Joffrey made his way in his presence was much changed. He could sense his strength. The change in his demeanor was much more apparent.
He said.. “I don’t know about you, Father….but I’m all set. To war then?” 

However, he also heard him say he might leave without him to the witches and the exchange of an item which power was unknown to Brandon. Seemed the new Joffrey had much more ambition. He thought to himself he must be careful with his son. He was quite hungry for power. What would he do after this war? He would keep his eyes open on his son. He needed to take care with him. He didnt acquire the power he had by being a fool either. But for now he had bigger fish to fry. The Casterly’s must pay for what had been necessary to save his son’s life.

” Yes let us march. Come on Drakkar. To the Gates and The Army.” 

Drakkar nodded in acquiescence and followed his lord.

“Yes, sire.”

~Thread Change Night Lands~

-Sarah who was now still staying covered in the card broad box he could something crawling her way as she started to tremble in fear. Knowing she had no where to go. The creature came out form the shadow’s of the ally way as it said in a low tone.- “It seems we have found you. It’s time we stop this game of chasing you.” -Sarah heard the voice as she thought to herself about what he was talking about. Suddenly her trembling stopped only to push the card board off her. She looked to a tall man standing in her way. His hair was silver, his eyes were that of pure white as if he might be blind. He was wearing a black trench coat while everything else seemed to be to dark to see. She looked at him with an expression would not expect any less from the strongest being ever wield under her creator. She spoke.- “so your going to take me? YOU AND WHAT ARMY!” -Sarah brought her left hand up in the air as she released her aura only to reveal a bright blighting light form her being. She inhaled only to show in her left hand had started to spark little y little as she started to create friction by moving the particles in the air and started to ionize the air to create the correct temperature. The man laughed as he could only say.- “Your attack will not reach me young one.” -Sarah grinned as an electrical current began to surge through her left hand only to say while she trusts her the electrical current towards him only to release a lightning blast in his direction.- “OH YEA IM SARAH DAYBREAKER YOUR NOT TAKING ME WITHOUT A FIGHT!” -at the moment the lightning blasted towards the man something came in between the man and Sarah a giant sword that extend from the roof top. The lightning instant became discharged and was ground from the sword. As a small young voice that sound about the age of eight years old.- “Well I don’t think that was very nice. As Mister Yen says its best to behave other wise its a Ladies job to put you in your place.”-Sarah looked up only to see a little girl that was half her size. With ready hair that seemed to be able to wield a giant sword. The girl had blue eyes with orange hair that seemed to be tight into a small pony take. Her dress was a bright pink with a skull broach on the center of her dresses. She had a devilish smile on her face. Sarah could only help to think and say.- “Who the hell are you two” -The man placed his hand on the cross he was on his jacket as he said- “We are the Knight’s of salvation. I am Relic Norman 5th Knight. Knight of blood stained moon.” -he bowed his head only to grin. As the little girl giggled as she said.- “I am Coraline Daimen 6th knight. Knight of of silence chants.” -they bow looked at her with devilish grins. Sarah was at a disadvantage if she couldn’t possibly use her powers against them she was defenseless. Was there anyone who could possibly assist her?

Relic Norman

Coraline Daimen

“I can do that trick to you know?’ Charlotte said with something of a sneer. Why was she being so testy? Perhaps it was the mention of her family that had her riled. The last thing she hated was games and puzzles. Riddles were for children in her mind, not adults. She wanted cold hard facts, not to be led dancing and singing around some rock like a looney. Arms folded she narrowed her gaze and stood defensively. All this calm…Feng shui shit was getting on her nerves.

He had with him three steaming cups, one of which he drank from and urged her to sit, for he had and was ready to explain..in part.

“This is no game. I simply need somethings before we discussed. As well I offer two solutions to you.”

“Solutions? Wait..what are you talking about? You refer to my family like you know me that well. What did you do? Mind link to Conan and eaves drop?” Charlotte sat indignantly and continued to look fierce. The box beside her caught her attention, but she figured that was not of importance.

In my own knowledge I know as much about you as my son in law does. I need not explain how or whether you understand.”

Charlotte looked at the steaming cup of tea and made a face.

“I rather coffee…cream with sugar…THEN you can lay it all out on me…okay?’

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“Oh Jalal you might find some usefull tools in there. Can’t tell you how much draconic material i’ve saved in that but it should be enough.” 

Jalal thought to himself that this material would make an excellent pyramid device. He could use this to create a draconic calling device. They had not been able to find material in many years that had been unsullied left of the dragons. The splugorth had taken all of it or spoiled it with their touch. He could do much with this. If he could but call a true dragon to the realm he might be able to be granted a wish or a similiar ability. He had heard tale of how the dragons taught the first Atlanteans the power of crafting the tattoos. He did not know if he would be able to be granted such a boon, but he was in both shock and awe at Imay’s gift. He had given it to him as if it were refuse. To him this was beyond treasure!

Thank you Imay! I will do much with this!