Wandering the halls with my knight escort I rushed to my father's throne room as knights in two by two lines hurried outside the castle. Whispers around the castle had that Prince Bishop was declaring war and would create Bree a grueling, hideous creature of darkness. Only these whispers had caused so many outraged cries of fear, anger, and hate that this broke my own heart.
Please father, can you listen with reason from your own daughter's that this is a problem being over exaggerated? That your people call to shed blood whether innocent or not?
Just as I passed I saw a flickering green light coming from a mirror in Selene's room. Glancing I looked through the crack to see a cackling Selene while a woman total opposite, even not the same species. Except this woman had to been an elder if not ancient because she shouldn't even exist or be apart of their world. Selene was still young as she seemed to be, but aging slightly over her.
"Hello Selene," The mysterious woman greeted.
"Hello Simione," Selene greeLol back.
Observing around the corner, my knight escort stayed behind my arm, trying to listen to the conversation between them. My escort's heavy breathing grew heavy, maybe close to wheezing his hot breath down my neck that he could be a pathetic werewolf instead of an angel. Glaring into his gray eyes the escort stayed off as their conversation continued.
“The girl is in the prison as you’ve asked, Simone.” Selene proudly confirmed.
“Excellent,” Simone started off slowly, “Things will be according to Master Zophiel’s plan.”
“What about your son, Simone?”
“What do you mean, Selene?”
“If he’s alive he could still pose a threat to Master Zophiel’s plan.”
“Why does my son’s affairs with that fallen wench have anything to do with his plan’s?”
“Because his soul is of a fallen angel who prized the future queen.”
“My son could care less as he will wed the newly transformed demon who’s carrying his child.”
“How would he commit to that whore?”
“Simple, if he doesn’t the girl will be threaten by torture and many other… pleasure to the guards.”
“That sounds… almost borderline, Simone.”
“Just like the rat that’s behind you?” Simone snaps.
The escort grabbed me by my arms leading me to the mirror to be paraded in front of the two vash’arin’s. Glaring as they kept their careful eagle eyes locked with my own. Standing there Simone cackled shortly being joined by her other, whatever they were called. Looking back I gasped as the escort had been a werewolf with his yellow hues out and teeth razor sharp and salivating.
“Tell me Little Princess Catarina, have you’ve ever faced Leiu al’ la’mort?” Simone questioned.
“What are they?” I snarky asked before sarcastically adding, “A bunch of vash’arin je’vacs or just ones without luck to decide their own future and result to murder, rape, and torture as innocents are caught.”
“Watch your tongue, kin’ dri,” Selene spoke, breathing into her ear.
“Shall we my Leiu sel’ la’mortista?”
“Always Leiu sel’ la’mortista.”
Their voice chanted, the werewolf become more… furry and grueling. The screams as he began to shift, the smile flickering upon the woman's lips as they began.
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort hear our cries,
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort come far and wide.
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort we give thee to you.
The werewolf bit down on my neck, blood streaming upon my grey mourning gown as the blood curdling screams escaped. Once opened doors were shut with the blowing winds as the air grew colder, the room darkening into pure pitch black. They mumbled more of their enchantation, each minute I grew weary and consumed by darkness. My knees losing the energy to stand tall and proud with quivering lips as the warm tears began streaming down.
Their final words began and flashes of an island came.
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort we ask your aid
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort we banish thee
Leiu’ jefe’ a la’mort we give thee
Banish for the corrupt sins thee
Has commit to eternity
Before I could scream for another aid to help the darkness took control. One moment I felt I should have hit the floor, instead to feel the sands of a shore. Gazing I still felt the sting of pain from the mark the werewolf left in the shape of a couple small daggers. Looking I saw chains as I was near the ocean and the beach shore.
I was in a shi’vic hell.