Grimm

The Child

The world of Remnant. A world of light and darkness; Were legends born to save those who can't protect themselves. For some, a place to be proud of live, for others, is a place that needs to be gone. But for her... it's nothing.

In a dark castle that is high enough to almost look like it can touch the sky, inside of it, in the deepest parts; In the middle of a round table, there's a small baby, that is at least 1 or 2 years old, he looked well, it's soft skin and the little to almost neither black hair shining to the red light of the moon, making the baby look like it has red skin, pretty curiously; But what the real attraction this child has is the color of his eye's.
Someone can tell he has eterochromatic eyes, one being black , and the other being silver.

And that's what she wanted of him.

The baby; Small and fragile. He was the most pure thing inside that room full of darkness. He was being watched by her, the queen of darkness itself; Salem was looking directly at him, with a plain look with no emotion on it. He was just sleeping with no care of the world around him, in fact, he found a nice spot between the pillow he had.

-"Mistress."someone say. Salem looked behind her arm to meet eyes with a man that looked professional on the outside; In the inside, well... only he knew how to express to not die right there.

"Is the ritual ready?" She say. The man behind her just nooded to her. Salem looked at the baby again. The baby woke up, and for a split second the baby looked eyes with her, and he smiled. Salem just looked at the baby with no emotion, she was ready to do his plans, she was ready to use him as another tool to achieve her goal, she never care for anyone, for her, the child was nothing....

Then... why she has this strange feeling inside her?

Salem looked away from him and to Watts. Then she spoke. "Get the crystals and dust, that's all I need and then we can start." Watts looked at her and say "Of course Mistress, at your service." And so he leave.

Salem looked at the table the child was, and at the many runes that decorated it. "You will help me achieve the power I want... You don't have any change of survival, if this works, I would be able to hold the power that eye of yours have." The baby looked at her. Silver eye shining slightly.

"Everything is ready Mistress" Say Watts who was coming inside the room with the final material.

"So be it" Say Salem.

Watts started to put and assemble all the pieces together in the table, he was being quick but precise, while muttering a classic song that sounded suspiciously like one of the famous pieces of Beethoven.

"It's ready." Watts informed."Perfect, now, get ready if anything happens while I do the final step." Salem started to approach the table, the baby all this time was just playing with his red pillow. Salem looked to the table, scaning the five types of dust cristals in each side of the pentagram the table has, and then, with one of his long nails, she cut her hand, and started to let the blood flow through the lines the pentagram has. All the while, Watts started to activate the crystals that surrounded the table, while at the same time he started to bring a jar with some kind of black substance, he opened, and give it to Salem. "You will do your part now, that power you have inside you, I will take it" and so, she poured the liquid in the baby.

The liquid started to spread all over him. It maked the baby fall sleep immediately, something Salem was glad for some reason, and when the liquid finished spreading all over the baby, it started to get inside him, making lines that looked like veins going all over him, the table he was in also started to do his job, the crystals at each side were passing the power each one contain to the table, the blood on it working like some kind of cables that transferred energy, and so, all that power started to get inside the baby.