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Was it planned?- Part 3
A young man made his way through the alley's as the streets had never been kind to him or his mother. It was nearly six where the sky had turned dark. With a small bag in his hand, the young man continued to cross houses until he reached the village's very end, that was also the way that led to the forest.
"Mother I am-" he said, standing outside the door, but he received no response. He knocked on the door, wondering if his mother had gone somewhere. When he knocked harder, the wooden door moved as if it had not been locked, "Mother?" called Calhoun, and when his eyes fell on the woman on the floor, he shouted, "Mother! What happened?" he questioned her frantically, after going to her side.
The woman had blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. She held onto something in her hand, which she put in her pocket, "I am fine, Calhoun." She tried to lift herself, pushing her hand on the ground and standing up to almost fall back if it weren't for her son who caught hold of her in time.
"I should call the doctor-"
"No!" his mother shook her head, "I must have eaten something bad today. Which is why," she rubbed her mouth with her sleeves when her son placed her on the bed.
"Are you sure about it? Let me take a look," said the young man, taking a closer inspection of her eyes and then her pulse, "Let me go get you a glass of water." He left her side to return with a glass of water in his hand.
His mother looked far worse than he had ever seen her until now. She had been alright in the morning, and it seemed like her condition had turned bad by the time he had returned, "Did someone come by?" he asked, taking the empty glass back.
She offered him a smile, "Just someone I once knew."
"Who is that?"
Instead of answering his question, she shifted the subject by pulling out a necklace from her dress pocket, "It was a friend of mine who came to see how I was doing," his eyes fell on the chain, and she said, "When this was given to me as a gift, I was told that this once belonged to a Queen." She started to cough, and soon the water that she had drunk came out of her mouth as if her body couldn't keep it in. But it wasn't just water but also blood that she spewed from her mouth, "I wonder what I ate yesterday."
"Please lay down. I will go get the doctor so that he can take a look at you," he pulled the covers so that it could keep his mother warm, and he left the small house.
The young man was worried, and he made his way to the doctor's house. Standing at the front, he knocked on the door, and a man opened it to see who it was. On seeing the young man outside, he was about to close the door without responding and Calhoun placed his hand on the door.
"My mother is sick. I need you to come and take a look at her," came the serious voice of Calhoun.
"I don't check whores. Go find another doctor-" the man was still speaking when Calhoun stepped in and caught hold of the man's neck.
"You either come and take a look at her now, or I snap your neck and break your body in two halves," Calhoun glared at the human who had dared to call his mother a whore, "Choose." The man flailed his hands and Calhoun finally freed the human's neck, leaving the man coughing for air.
The doctor glared at the young vampire, but he followed him back to the house to look at the woman. After checking her, the doctor said, "It looks like she has caught an infection. Make sure to give her warm water and keep feeding her."
"She's not drinking water. What next?" asked Calhoun, his cold eyes shifted from his mother, who was resting on the bed to fall on the doctor.
"Force her to eat," answered the man with a sceptical look when he caught sight of the blood that stained the ground, "It would be best for her to stop...working," he said carefully, not wanting to have his neck squeezed again. He gave out some medicines that would help her before he bolted out of the house.
Unfortunately, his mother's health didn't get better, and her body slowly started to crumble every day in front of his eyes. He saw his mother writhe in pain. Her body curled and near the end of her time, her skin had come to stick to her bones as she couldn't eat or drink. Anything that went through her mouth and her stomach came out hurling.
"Calhoun?" Madeline called his name as he appeared lost in thoughts.
"I forgot about it. Hanima's cursed treasures," murmured Calhoun, while taking a step towards the open patio, and Madeline followed him. "It is an old fable, that makes it to be highly popular where people don't believe the outcome of it, but in truth, it is cursed. My mother did receive one of the chains that belonged to the same treasure, which was later thrown. I doubt something like that could affect my mother."
Calhoun placed his hands on the edge of the railings, his hands tightening and his voice hard when he said, "It never occurred to me back then that the chain had anything to do with my mother's deteriorating health. I took it to be as any other normal chain. It was a chain very much similar to what your aunt had presented to you, but with different effects."
"But the effect shouldn't prolong…"
"Hanima's treasures has the ability to kill the person slowly from inside. Her health must have started to deteriorate far before the day the effects started to show, which was why she finally removed it from her neck after realizing it," answered Calhoun, "The treasures are held and locked by the High House in their dungeons as artefacts, and with one piece of it out in the open here, it seems like someone stole it from there."
Did that mean someone came to kill her purposefully? Asked Madeline in her mind.
Calhoun stared at the castle grounds, and sighed, "I was hoping to behead someone today," he changed the topic, as he had already sent his men to find out about the merchant who had sold the jewellery to his relative.
"I am sorry about your mother, Calhoun," she placed her hand on his that was on the railing.
He offered her a smile, "It happened a long time ago, and I have somewhere made peace with the matter."
Calhoun couldn't wait to catch hold of the person, who had made his mother wear the chain with or without knowledge unless he had already killed the person.
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Rose and thorns- Part 1
It was the first day of her being the Queen of Devon and she was already gifted a cursed chain that would have possibly not only revealed the dark angel's ability that resided in her, but it would also kill her slowly with the use of it. Madeline had come to be wary about both Calhoun's and her relatives, not knowing what harm they would intentionally or unintentionally bring to her.
Standing on one of the patio's of the castle, where she could see the entrance of the castle, she noticed the guests starting to leave one after another.
"Are you doing okay?" came Beth's voice, who had entered the patio and she came to stand next to Madeline. She asked the question because the time during the breakfast had been tense, and both the King and the Queen had disappeared from everyone's sight after that.
Madeline offered Beth a smile, "Yes, I was looking at the carriages."
"So I see," commented Beth, taking a look at the carriages before her green eyes fell on Madeline, "You know...when I used to dream about living in a big mansion, and castle like this, I never considered the number of dangers that came with it."
"We all mold into the situations we are pushed into," said Madeline, her voice gentle as ever. A life in the castle had never been her dream, but Beth's, and now that she had stepped into it, it was time for her to start changing her perspectives on how she saw things around her. She was glad to have Calhoun next to her, knowing she could always lean towards him for support.
"The King is smart to have picked up on the necklace in less than five seconds," said Beth, "It is good that you have a shrewd partner. I must confess something to you, Maddie." The brunette girl looked slightly uncomfortable, and she didn't meet Madeline's eyes.
Madeline broke her gaze away from the carriages and some of the guests who stood next to the carriage, "What is it, Beth?"
Beth's cheeks had turned red by just the thought of what she was going to tell Madeline, but she believed this was something she should come out clean about, "I, out of spite wrote a letter to James in your name-"
Madeline placed her hand on Beth's shoulder, "I know. I have known about it, and it's okay." Beth looked taken aback by this, to see how forgiving Madeline had always been towards her until now.
"I am so sorry," Beth whispered, and she then said, "I have been thinking about something since yesterday, about you looking into my memories again. Do you think you can tap back into it to get more information?"
Madeline replied, "We went back to the time which had the key information. Raphael said it was better to not disturb the memories by walking through it again and again, as it could damage the person's own memory."
"But nothing like that happened last time," said Beth to her, "And his words hold good to the time when you had killed the demon. Who knows what Jennine or our grandparents spoke about? There must be someone who might help you with your abilities and might know what to do." Beth gave the possibility of where some of their memories were possibly lost over the years.
Madeline was tempted at that thought, but it was after years did Beth's memories return to her, and she wasn't willing to risk losing Beth. "Maybe there's another way apart from going through one's memories," and Beth gave a questionable look at her.
They left the patio and on their way down, Madeline caught sight of Lucy walking next to Ethan Moryet on the other side of the castle. It was after a long time did Madeline catch sight of the unbridled smile on Lucy.
On Madeline's step inside the courtroom, the people who once had ridiculed her on her first day in the castle now stopped talking and stood up, bowing their heads with deep respect that her position demanded from them.
"Do you think I could borrow Raphael's company to go outside the castle?" asked Madeline when she came to stand in front of Calhoun, "I want to go to Cossington." It was the village where the church she recently visited was situated and also the place where Beth had come to meet Jennine face to face.
"Did you forget something there?" asked Calhoun, his red eyes staring back into her eyes. He offered, "I can arrange for someone to pick it up."
Madeline shook her head, "I wanted to read something there," and this had Calhoun intrigued, "Beth will be with me, and I think Raphael would be a good company." Especially considering how Jennine had disappeared on his arrival as he belonged to a higher level in the demon hierarchy.
Before Calhoun could say something, one of the men who worked for the court arrived and announced, "The head of the High House, Lady Helena has arrived, along with Mr. Dimitri and others."
"I wonder who has died that has brought them here unless they are here to give gifts," commented Calhoun, his voice dry that showed the lack of uninterest of meeting the people from the High House.
Madeline herself wondered what the High House members were doing here in the castle. Not a minute later, the High House members appeared to step inside the courtroom. Helena had an unimpressed look on her face, something she often wore and made one wonder if the woman ever smiled. Next to her was Dimitri, probably older than her in appearance, and the rest of the people included Weasley and Lilith, who had joined them for breakfast earlier that day before departing from the castle. At least that is what she had thought.
"Greetings to the King and the Queen," said Helena, bowing her head only as much as it was required, unlike the dramatic bows that had been offered by some of the guests who had come to attend the wedding.
"Good morning, Lady Helena. What do we owe you, the pleasure of having you here at this hour of the day?" humoured Calhoun with a smile on his lips.
"It has been informed that one of your relatives is in possession of one of the cursed treasures that belonged to Queen Hanima. Is that correct?" asked Lady Helena, and if one wasn't aware of who this woman was, they would have mistaken her to be Calhoun's mother because of the authority she exuded from her mere words.
"Surprisingly yes," replied Calhoun, "My distant relative had no clue that the jewellery she gifted was more than what she thought it to be. I am sure Weasley and Lilith have already filled you in with it."
"Yes, they did. Where is the jewellery? And your relative?" demanded Helena who wanted to see them. There was a reason why the artefacts had been taken away from the public eye and placed somewhere safe so that it would never come to be of any use or harm on people.
"Lady Aubree is currently resting in the guest room. She seems to have entered into a little-" Calhoun raised his hand to bring two of his fingers to emphasize it, "-shock."
Helena's eyebrows furrowed, "Did she wear it?"
Being part of the High House for more than two decades now, Helena had tried to keep everything under control, but there was always something or someone to disrupt it. The last pieces of the cursed jewels they had collected had left people ill in health to the point of no recovery as they died. This was the first she had heard that a woman had gone in a state of shock.
Calhoun smiled, "I don't think so."
"Why is she in shock then?" inquired Helena.
"That might be because I told her I would put her up for execution and behead her," Calhoun whispered the last two words which was still heard by the people in the court.
Helena's lips were set in a thin line. This was no time to be joking, and it appeared like Calhoun was up to no good, "Daphne," she called one of the High House members who was under her direct charge, "Go get the woman in here right now. I would like to question her about a few things."
The woman named Daphne bowed her head and stepped out of the courtroom along with a guard who accompanied her.
"Where is the cursed jewellery?" asked Dimitri, and Calhoun raised his hand. As if on cue, Theodore was the next person to step out so that he could bring the box that was gifted to Madeline this morning at the time of breakfast. "The woman should be punished for holding and making use of something that belongs to the High House."
Helena didn't pay any heed to his words and looked at Calhoun with a scrutinizing gaze while he looked unaffected. In the meantime, Madeline's eyes fell on Lilith who continued to stare at her, before her eyes shifted to look at the silver-haired man who stood with the High House people. As if sensing her gaze, the man turned around to bow his head to her, and she did the same.
Madeline heard a light commotion fill up the room, and in came Lady Aubree whose eyes looked livid, "Stop pulling me! I am perfectly capable of walking on my own!"
Everyone saw the High House member pulling the vampiress by her hand who had an unwilling look on her face.
"There is no need to manhandle the woman," commented Luther with a small smirk on his face.
"She was planning to run away through the window," stated Daphne, pushing the woman's back so that she could step forward.
"Rubbish! I was only going to close the windows of the room. The cold wind can sometimes shrivel my skin!" answered Lady Aubree before clearing her throat after she noticed the number of people who had gathered around. She bent down to greet everyone, "I was only taking a nap when this woman decided to barge into my room."
Daphne shook her head. The reason why she had barged in because the lady had not opened the door and was making an attempt to escape from there. It was often a typical response from people who thought they would be punished for their actions.
Helena didn't care what the red-headed woman was doing in her guestroom, "We would like to know from where you acquired the jewellery which you tried to gift the Queen."
Lady Aubree turned to look at Helena, "I already told it to the King that I received it from a merchant named Elias."
"Weasley," called Helena, "Take the description from her on how the merchant looks, it will be useful if we don't find this person named Elias. How much did you pay for it?" At the same time, Theodore arrived in the room, and he opened the box for Helena to see before it was passed on to Dimitri.
The vampiress wrung her hands together, "I...I paid around four thousand gold coins for it."
"That's a lot of gold coins. Your family must be wealthy enough to throw gold and buy things," commented Helena, "Did the man say something about it before he sold it to you?" she continued to question, one of her eyes peering through the monocle that made her look strict.
"I-I heard about the Hanami-"
"Hanima," corrected Helena.
"Yes, Hanima. Long ago, during one of the soirees I attended, I had seen the pictures of it that were acquired from an artist. When the merchant showed this necklace to me, I identified it immediately!" exclaimed Lady Aubree, "I asked him about the curse, and he said it wasn't true, and even if it was true, the curse had been lifted. And I thought it would make a wonderful gift. I didn't know the merchant lied to me! I swear on my family. Even the merchant agreed it would make a good gift to the Queen."
"Weasley," Helena ordered the man, who came forward and took the vampiress to the side so that they could speak about how the merchant looked like. He pulled out the scroll of parchments and started to draw.
Helena stepped forward, walking towards where Calhoun was, "I know you don't have a hand in this as the gift was something that was decided for the Queen. Not everyone knows the outcome of this cursed jewels, and if it is given to her…" Helena's eyes met Madeline who was standing next to Calhoun, "It makes me wonder if you are more than what you seem."
Calhoun chuckled, that broke Helena's gaze from Madeline to look back at him.
"I think the question you need to be asking is which person from the High House stole it away from its safe keeping to put it back in the market," stated Calhoun, "It looks like you have a thief amongst your members of the High House."
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Rose and thorns- Part 2
In one corner of the courtroom, Weasely listened to Lady Aubree's description as he started to draw the picture of the merchant named Elias. On the other side of the room, Helena and Calhoun spoke to each other with Madeline who stood next to them.
"The members of the High House would never do something like that. They know well of the outcome of what will happen if they don't abide by the rules, King Calhoun," said Helena, her head turning to look at the people who had come with her. But Calhoun could tell by the look Helena had in her eyes, she was doubtful on whom to trust and whom to not, "The meeting is going to take place the day after tomorrow in the High House, and the matter would be discussed there."
"I cannot wait to attend it," came Calhoun's enthusiastic reply, before he added, "There was something else I had to discuss with you. Away from the ears and eyes of your people whom I don't trust," came his unfiltered words.
After a long hard stare, Helena finally nodded her head. Madeline decided to give them their space even though Calhoun didn't mind her standing next to them and listening to the conversation. Her eyes fell on Beth, who stood near the wall alone while she stared at the people with discomfort in her eyes.
"Beth?" Madeline called her sister's name, and Beth looked slightly startled, "Are you fine?"
"Yes," Beth nodded her head, bringing a smile on her face that didn't reach even halfway to her eyes.
Beth felt odd to be standing in the court in the presence of the High House members. The last time they were in this room, Markus had been sentenced to his death. There had been some nights where the memory had haunted her. As if she had seen his head being beheaded when in truth she wasn't there the day Markus had been executed.
She was still trying to work her way around on what had happened until now and believed some of her actions could have prevented some of the unfortunate incidents. And though she knew it was wrong, Beth couldn't help but feel the emptiness in her heart when she thought about Markus.
Even though previously she was blinded with wealth and power, there was some part of her that had fallen in love with Markus, and it was only in an attempt to help him did she go-ahead to look for the poison. As she was consumed by the thoughts about the past, and her follies, Beth felt Madeline hold her hand. She realized how much Madeline cared for her and was the beacon that was guiding her back to the way things were between them when they were small.
The people in the court had turned busy, murmuring about the cursed jewel and the conspiracy towards the Queen.
Two guards appeared at the entrance of the courtroom, speaking to Theodore, who had his lips set in a thin line. He then walked up to the King, to say,
"It seems they couldn't find any merchant with the name Elias," informed Theodore. Lady Aubree, who heard this, stood up from where she sat, where she had been giving details about the merchant.
"That is not possible!" exclaimed Lady Aubree, "My standing lady can vouch for me as an alibi that I didn't make it up."
"Milady, if you will please sit down," Requested Weasley who was drawing the man's face on the description of Lady Aubree. Helena moved her hand as if asking the lady to sit, and the vampiress sat back with a look of worry on her face.
Calhoun said, "Whoever the person was, he must have given a false name while selling the jewellery to Lady Aubree. Did they bring other merchants who work in the market?"
"Yes, milord. The guards have brought four people who work there and are well known," answered Theodore, and four men, who had been standing behind the guards until then stepped forward, "These are the men."
Calhoun stepped away from Helena, moving towards the merchants, "Good morning, gentlemen," he greeted the men with a broad smile on his lips.
"Milord!"
"My King!" came the collective voices from the four men who bowed their head.
"There has been a small question going around, and we need some answers for it," explained Calhoun, "I hear that you don't know anyone by the name Elias?"
The merchants shook their head to a no. One of them said, "I knew an old man named Ellias, but he passed away three months ago."
Calhoun turned to look at his relative who kept glancing back and forth, "Have you seen that woman in the market before?" he had raised his hand to point his thumb at Lady Aubree. The men shook their heads again. "Looks like your alibi is not going to be of much help, Lady Aubree," sighed Calhoun as if the time of her end was near and the woman looked shocked.
"Lady Aubree, please finish giving the details before you speak another word," Helena was having a headache. She had hoped with the time of snow and the season's celebratory time, the folks would be busy and it would lead to less work for the members of the High House, "King Calhoun," she said with a frown.
"What did I do?" he whispered as if he had no idea he had irked the vampiress, who had turned worried.
Once the drawing was complete, Lady Aubree had an anxious look on her face, and Weasley asked, "Is this how the merchant looks?" and the vampiress quickly nodded her head.
"Yes, this is how he looks!"
The drawing was taken to Helena and Calhoun to see, and Calhoun brought it forward to show it to the four merchants, "Seen this man before in your market? For someone who sells rare jewels, I would peg that person is famous amongst you."
The merchants took a closer look at the man's face which was drawn, but unfortunately, none of them could identify him.
Helena turned to the vampiress, "I hope you have not got the wrong person drawn who doesn't exist. How many times did you meet this man named Elias?"
"I met him two times in the market and one time in the town of Cossington. He said he was going to the East and had to deliver something. To save time, I decided to meet him there in the town."
"And when did you meet him in Cossington and where?" inquired Calhoun, his words sharp.
Lady Aubree looked a little awkward as she said, "It was the third time. The last time I saw him, he had come to my carriage to give the box to me. I didn't want to carry the gold coins on the streets and found it to be feasible back then."
"Lady Aubree, you might be innocent and have nothing to do with the jewellery, but sadly you are looking very suspicious not to just me but to everyone in this room," said Calhoun to the lady, who looked like she was about to cry. Cry because she knew Markus Wilmot had been beheaded mercilessly, not to forget those rumours that surrounded the King for murdering his very own birth mother.
The parchment which had the drawing was circulated in the room until it finally came to Beth's and Madeline's hand. Madeline took a look at the merchant's face and her mouth went dry.
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Rose and thorns- Part 3
Madeline could not forget the man's face. He had a lean face, his cheeks were on the hollow side to emphasize the kind he belonged to and his eyes a little droopy. Though the colours had not been filled and it was only a sketch, she could tell what colour his hair and his eyes were and that behind the man's lips, there were fangs. But now as she thought more about it, he appeared to be less vampire and more of a demon.
When her eyes met Calhoun's, he realized that she knew the person and he walked towards her, "This person, he," she whispered to him, "It's Walter."
Her eyes moved from the drawing to look up at Calhoun, "His name is not Elias but Walter."
Helena, who stood not too far away, who had a better ear than most of the people in the room, she stopped her questions to Lady Aubree and turned to Madeline, "How can you be sure? Do you know this man?"
Madeline didn't know how much information was to be given and how much was to be withheld as people were not trustworthy. "I remember seeing him where my grandparents live. In the Carnivals village."
"Carnivals village?" questioned Helena, her eyes narrowing down.
"Yes," answered Madeline, "It must be a long time ago and not recently, but I remember him. His name is Walter, but I don't know his last name."
"Was he close to your family? With your grandparents?" asked the head of the High House.
If it was in the past, Madeline would have tried to hide the fact of what her grandparents did. It would be the sanest thing to do, to protect and honour the family name, but she believed they were long past gone with the word of honour. "I used to see him in the village. He once came home to speak to my grandfather when my aunt Mary had come to visit us for the holidays. It must be during the time of Christmas." By involving Helena, her possible relatives who were still working to find the dark angels would be weeded out.
Calhoun cut in the conversation by saying, "If the Harris' family knew about the man, there must be other people from the village, who can identify him. We should have someone go and check, isn't it?" he tilted his head.
The whisperings started in the room, questioning about who the merchant was and Dimitri walked forward to retake a look at the person who was drawn on the parchment, "Lady Helena-"
Helena raised her hand to silence the member of the High House. From Madeline, she looked at Beth, who stood next to her, "If Lady Madeline has seen the person, you should have seen the man too, isn't it?"
Lilith who stood not too far away, voiced her opinion towards Beth, "Perhaps the chain was orchestrated to enter the mansion by you, milady? You must be very angry with the Queen, your very own sister who did nothing, but stood by the side watching your fiance to be beheaded."
Hearing this, Beth frowned, "I had nothing to do with the jewellery."
"We don't know that," said Lilith, trying to push the blame slowly towards Beth, who could be one of the suspects out of the people who was near the Queen now.
"Beth had nothing to do with the jewellery," came the firm words from Madeline. Both she and Lilith stared at each other intensely.
"Of course, my Queen," Lilith bowed her head, "But we cannot strike out the possibility."
"The reason why Beth doesn't remember is because she was fast asleep that evening. My parents often left us at our grandparents or our aunt's house. I was the one who was awake and who saw the person apart from my grandparents and my aunt," said Madeline.
Helena then said, "We aren't sure who this man is, but the Queen says she has seen this person, which is better to have something than nothing in our hands. Lilith and Weasley, go find out about this man named Walter in Cranvials village."
Lilith looked taken aback, "I think Luther is much more familiar with Carnivals village than Weasley-"
"Do you have a hearing problem, Lilith? Go take Weasley with you right now," interrupted Helena with a pointed look that had Lilith shut up right away. Lilith didn't understand how Madeline knew Walter. The last time Walter might have possibly met her was when she was small, and children often forgot things.
It looked like Lillith wanted to say something, but the younger vampiress held her tongue. Bowing her head, she left the courtroom with Weasley.
"On the same note, we'll be taking the jewellery back while also trying to find out who got it out of the High House towers. We'll be back if something is needed," stated Helena, and Calhoun gave her a nod.
"Please do."
The High House members continued to stay in the courtroom, and when Madeline caught sight of Luther and Reginald making their way out of the room, she turned to Calhoun to say, "Calhoun."
Calhoun turned to her, and he gave her a nod before turning to Raphael who was in the room to see the card reader smile, "Don't go too far," he advised, and Madeline nodded her head.
"Is the Queen going outside the castle? I would be more than happy to offer my carriage," said Lady Aubree, who was feeling guilty for presenting a cursed object to the Queen.
"Thank you for the kind gesture, Lady Aubree, but the carriages that belong to the castle are working fine. If we do need to borrow your carriage, I will let you know. You can now leave," Calhoun dismissed the woman with a charming smile on his face. He trusted Madeline would be safe in the company of Raphael as he still didn't completely trust her sister.
More than people bringing harm to Madeline, the issue to worry would be if the other people would be left unharmed. His beautiful rose had bloomed, and it now had thorns around to protect itself.
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Irresponsible! - Part 1
Madeline left the courtroom to be followed by Beth and Raphael behind her. Her footsteps were quick, and she tried to catch up with the two High House members. Reaching the stairs of the castle, she caught sight of Luther and Reginald stepping down from the stairs who were heading towards the place where the carriages were waiting for them.
Holding the front of her dress, Madeline called, "Mr. Frost!" and she made her way to where he was. Both the men turned around to see her.
"My Queen," Reginald politely bowed his head, his eyes looking at her in wonderment for what she wanted from him.
"Are you travelling to Cossington?" she asked, a little breathless as she had tried to catch up with them.
"Yes, I am," answered Reginald, "Lilith and Weasley have gone to Carnivals' village. I don't have anything on my hands, and Luther is going to another town to check with the magistrate about something," he offered her a smile, "Are you travelling to Cossington?"
Madeline nodded her head, "Yes. I was wondering if it was alright to ride in your carriage."
"It would be my pleasure, my Queen," Reginald's words were polite to her, and he then looked at Luther who gave a small nod before getting into the front carriage. "Will they be riding with us too?" he asked, passing a glance towards Beth and Raphael.
"Yes," answered Madeline, and the High House member only smiled. Getting into the carriage, she and Beth sat on one side, while Raphael and Reginald sat on the other side, "Do you have some work in Cossington?"
"I wanted to take a look at the church's library and read the books in there which you mentioned to me the last time when we met," stated Madeline.
"Of course, the church will always be open to you, my Queen. Please use the library as you deem it to be fit," said Reginald before his eyes fell on Raphael, "I don't think we have officially met. Reginald Frost."
"Raphael Sparrow," greeted Raphael in his polite way.
Reginald then turned to Beth to say, "Lady Elizabeth, please don't mind Lilith's words. She can be sometimes harsh with her words." Beth gave him a tight smile.
"She seemed too happy to blame me," replied Beth.
"Children are often mischievous in their actions. I am sure you can relate to it."
Though Madeline had forgiven Beth for her actions, it wasn't the same when it came to other people. Madeline was a forgiving person, but the rest continued to look at her as if she was a criminal. Like a stain that would be hard to get rid of, and she clutched her hands that were on her lap.
"Do you have any idea about who stole Hanima's necklace from the High House, Mr. Frost?" asked Madeline and his lips set itself in a thin line.
"That would be something hard to tell," said Reginald with a thoughtful look on his face, "
When the High House came into existence, all those cursed jewels were seized right away from the public to keep it in the safe of the High House. I believe I don't have to tell you what the jewels are capable of because something tells me that you already know about it," and his eyes fell on Raphael. Madeline wondered if Reginald could tell that Raphael was a demon.
"What is the story behind the cursed jewels?" questioned Beth. It was only today did they find out about its existence.
"The Hanima's cursed treasures?" asked Reginald and Beth nodded her head. "It seems once upon a time, a woman that didn't belong to this world had fallen in love with a mere mortal who was a King. The man promised to love and cherish her, but when she had turned her eyes away from him, the man fell in love with another woman, who went by the name Hanima. When the woman who didn't belong to this world found out about it, she went to the castle. On meeting the Queen, she cursed the jewels that the Queen wore that once was gifted to this woman by the King. It is another matter that the King died."
Beth was not satisfied with the story as her lips were set in a thin line.
"Didn't people ever try to rectify it? To lift the curse?" asked Madeline. She wanted to ask if the woman was an angel or a demon, the woman who had cursed it, but with Reginald being vague she didn't know if it was safe to question him. It couldn't be an angel as then the woman would be a fallen angel.
"I heard that the curse could not be lifted from it," replied Reginald, "We the people of the High House members tried to destroy the jewels, but the jewels are indestructible which is why we have placed them away from people's reach." Yet someone had stolen it, said Madeline in her mind.
When they reached the church, Raphael stood outside as he was unable to step inside the church. Beth decided to stay with him, not because she felt he would be alone but because she knew Jennine was somewhere in the village and the safest place for her was next to the person who had driven Jennine away.
"How does one know what level a demon is of?" asked Beth, her eyes looking around left and right at the people who walked on the roads.
"There are some demons who conceal themselves, while some don't conceal themselves. Most of them are born where it doesn't let the others know about it like the King and Theodore-"
"You don't," completed Beth, and Raphael smiled at her words.
"That's right. The woman must have sensed me and left. Don't worry, Lady Elizabeth, I will make sure no harm comes upon you."
"You don't have to be this friendly with me, you are still an odd man, Mr. Sparrow," Beth gave a side glance at him before looking ahead and keeping an eye for Jennine.
Inside the church's library room, Madeline looked at the narrow passage between each of the racks. It was like the people of the church had tried to accommodate as many racks with books as they could in this room. The room had enough light coming from the cathedral windows.
"Are you looking for anything in particular, my lady?" came the voice of Reginald.
"Ah, I was curious about the story that you told me the last time when I was here. Could you tell me where those books are?"
Reginald was behind one of the racks, and he came around to pass where she was standing, making his way to the last second rack. "I forgot I placed them here." She heard his voice, and she walked around to come and stand where he was. The priest of the church had a small black book in his hand. He then turned to look at a particular section in front of the rack he stood, "These are the ones that date to the historical events by the previous priests. Unfortunately, you won't be able to verify the information as the men who wrote them passed away," he laughed in the end and tapped on the parchments.
There were no labels written and the parchments were stuffed in the racks. Madeline's hand reached for one of the parchment, pulling it out, she turned a couple of pages to read what was in there.
"If you had asked me that you wanted to read the books in the library last time when you were here, I would have turned you as my apprentice," joked the man, "Do you have any plan to join the High House?" came his simple question.
Madeline lifted her head to look at Reginald who had his back at her, reading the book and at the same time asking her question.
"No. I never thought about it," she replied, taking a look back at the parchment in her hand.
"You should. I am sure the King would benefit greatly from it."
She stopped reading the parchments and looked in the direction where Reginald had disappeared behind the books' rack which was next to her. Was this him telling he knew Calhoun had dirt on his hands and to be careful about it? Madeline asked in her mind.
It also made Madeline wonder how close Reginald was with Calhoun, maybe not as close as Theodore but by the way, he had given his decision about Calhoun not to be guilty, she came to believe that this High House member wasn't against her husband.
"Why would you say that?" she asked carefully.
"I believe it is good to make use of all your resources." What did that mean?
She pulled another parchment from the rack to look at what was written inside it. Even though Aunt Mary had bad intentions towards her, Madeline was glad that her relative had taken time to teach both her and her sister Beth on how to read and write.
"How long has it been since you started to give your service to the church?" she asked Reginald, who walked around to give her a book.
"You might like this one. It speaks about the cursed treasure," Reginald gave her a knowing look and Madeline murmured her thanks.
"It was long before I joined the High House."
Madeline's eyes met his grey eyes that were calm, "I heard that you replaced a fellow High House member."
"Yes, that I did-" Reginald's words were interrupted when he and Madeline heard a sound come from the other side of the room.
The sound was very faint, but both Madeline and the priest heard it. And maybe they wouldn't have taken a note of it if the place where they were in wasn't quiet. But before either of them could question, she heard a light commotion taking place outside. Reginald walked to the place where the earlier sound was heard to check what it was. With the multicoloured window that wasn't far away from where she stood, she went to peer through the pink glass to look down as the library was situated in the second storey of the building that connected to the church from the back.
She could hear people screaming. She asked, "What's going down there?"
Not a second later the place where Reginald had walked to, something similar to a cannonball hit the wall to break a part of the room. This caused the racks to be pushed one after another until they were leaning against each other with most of the books and parchments fallen on the ground.
"Mr. Frost?" called Madeline as she couldn't see where Reginald was.
At the same time, she felt the multicoloured glass start to vibrate, and before she could utter another word, it blew up into many pieces. Madeline had brought both her hands up covering her face, where the glass pieces turned to dust before they could touch her.
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Irresponsible! - Part 2
Madeline didn't understand what happened, but when she pulled her hands away from her face, she caught sight of Lilith who barged in through the broken space of the window to stand in front of her. The woman had bat-like wings behind her, which were boney and bare, unlike Calhoun's wings that had feathers.
"I thought you went to Carnivals village," said Madeline, her eyes moved to the place where the racks and the parchments had fallen on the floor. She looked for the priest, to find him buried under one of the racks with just one of his hands visible. There was blood on his hand, and it worried her immensely.
She wanted to go to where Reginald was, but Lilith stood not too far away from him, watching her every movement.
"I heard you were out and in the town," replied Lilith with a smile on her face, showing her fangs to Madeline, "I thought I would come and greet you." The demon vampiress stared at Madeline, noticing how she appeared untouched by the shattered glass.
"You didn't have to do that. We saw each other a while ago," said Madeline, trying to reach for the exit of the room as she doubted she would survive if she jumped out of one of the windows.
Lilith quickly went to block the exit of the library, "You don't look surprised by my wings."
"I have seen better things than those," and on hearing Madeline's words, Lilith raised her hand to break the next window that was near Madeline. But Madeline used her hands to stop it and turn most of the glass pieces to dust before they could harm her.
"It's good to know that you are a dark angel. Come, Madeline, let me take you with me without a fight," Lilith said to Madeline as if she was a child. Noticing how Madeline's eyes moved towards Reginald who was dead, the demoness said, "He's not going to wake up. A mere mortal of this world. I sometimes wonder if it is only because of his looks that got him this far in the High House," she chuckled to herself.
Madeline couldn't believe that the man she had been just talking to was dead and underneath one of the racks, "Where are you planning to take me?" she asked Lilith, trying to find where the den of demons was.
"It is a surprise. A lot of us have been waiting for you to appear," said Lilith. Madeline had an eye on Lilith, but she would have never guessed that Lilith was in this with her aunt Mary.
"You know Walter," Madeline confronted, and Lilith pulled out one of the knives from her dress.
"The question should be, how do you know Walter. He is an unknown face, and you made it look like he is a resident in your sweet grandparent's village," Lilith's eyes narrowed as she said this, "I was quite surprised when you mentioned his name because according to your grandparents, they had erased all the possible memories of yours that would create any suspicion."
"You knew my grandparents too…"
"Oh, darling, most of us know each other. They sure were old geezers who couldn't differentiate on what to use and what to throw away. But it is good that they have been 'preserving' you. Where are they? I haven't heard from them for a long time."
Madeline shrugged her shoulders, "I wonder that myself." Her eyes were looking at all the possible exits, and now she started to consider even the windows which she had excluded earlier. When it was time to save herself, she realized it didn't matter from where she would be getting out. But Lilith had wings, thought Madeline to herself.
Hearing more screams coming from the village that appeared to be chaotic, Madeline questioned, "What is going on outside in the village?" Her hands had started to turn warm.
"There?" Lilith raised her eyebrows in questions, "It isn't me, but others who are enjoying some good blood." A loud thump was heard in the room, and Madeline caught sight of a man who had blood on his hands. His straight hair was brushed upwards.
"What's taking you so long to bring her, Lilith?" the man asked, turning to Madeline. He had jagged teeth unlike the humans or vampires.
"Greyson said we should be careful with her-"
"Oh, for fucks sake, you are worried about it? Did you even get it right, or are we picking a random again?" asked the man while he made his way towards Madeline in a quick motion. In a blink of Madeline's eyes, the man stood right in front of her, holding her slender neck in his hand, "Look at her," and Madeline struggled to push the demon away from her.
"Walter and Mary said she's the one. And I saw her turn the glasses to dust," replied Lilith.
The demon stared at Madeline, looking at her face and then at her body. "This is a pretty one, isn't she?" asked the demon, "Do you think Greyson would mind if I have some fun before we head out from here?"
"You can do that later, Declan. We need to leave quickly," said Lilith. She went to stand near one of the broken windows, to see people running away from the werewolves, who had been unleashed into the village.
The man named Declan ran his tongue over his jagged teeth while enjoying the girl's struggle as he had pushed her against the wall. Her struggles were futile, and he placed his hand on her shoulder before it went to trace the side of her body.
Madeline felt powerless and repulsed by the demon's touch. She didn't know why her hands were not reacting like they usually did. She had used both her hands to place it on the man's face, in an attempt to push him away. While the demon continued to slide his hand down further, one of the racks moved, and it was as if someone broke it to create heavy dust in the room.
Lilith waved her hand in front of her to clear the dust away from her face when suddenly someone caught hold of her head. Her eyes widened to see Reginald, who was up and awake.
"Y-you were dead!" stuttered Lilith in shock as she had heard the man's breathing stop along with his heartbeat.
"You have been a bad child, Lilith," came the calm voice of Reginald, and the demoness didn't get a chance to utter a single word as she fell flat on the ground, dead without a hint of violence.
The demon named Declan had not cared to turn around to see what was happening as the room was still covered in dust that was yet to settle down. Looking at the girl he laughed as he moved his hand to touch her bottom, her hands that were pushing his face, turned cold.
Before the demon moved his hand further, he felt a slight tingling sensation from the girl's hands, and when his eyes moved to look at Madeline, his head blew backwards as if someone had placed a large gun and pulled the trigger.
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Irresponsible!- Part 3
Blood splattered across the floor where Madeline stood. Spots of blood fell on her dress and on her face. Her lips trembled as she felt her hands continue to vibrate as if fire had been emitted from it, which she was trying to handle right now. She looked at the demon in shock as he didn't have a face anymore, and it was just his body until his neck. It was the very first time that Madeline was completely awake and she saw what she did. She remembered the demon's repulsive touch on her, and she stepped away from the body.
Blood continued to gush out of his body, and when the dust settled down on the ground, she caught sight of Reginald, and then Lilith who laid unmoving on the floor.
"You are much more powerful than I thought you would be."
"Y-you are alive," whispered Madeline. Her eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the priest, "You aren't a normal person, are you?" and she saw him shake his head. She had doubted the man named Michael whom she had seen during the wedding, to be the angel they had been looking for. But she would have never guessed the angel to be Reginald.
"Let's take you down where your sister and the demon are," offered the man while Madeline's head started to turn dizzy at the sight of the blood that was increasing on the floor.
He was ready to lead the way when Madeline said, "Paschar....I don't understand," she whispered. "Why?"
"You don't need to, Madeline," said the angel, dropping all the honorifics as Madeline knew who he was now.
Madeline shook her head, "I do," she whispered, "You know what's going on, yet you decided not to come. I was in the coffin. Twice."
"We angels are not supposed to meddle with the earthly beings. I was already reprimanded for my past actions, yet taken back. If I were to meddle again, I would be thrown out of heaven just like the fallen angels. I asked Michael to send his Whisperers to aid you," said Paschar, dropping the smile that he had worn earlier, and the look on his face turned severe. "I wasn't sure if you were my child, but it is good to know that you are. Your mother would be very proud of you."
"Mother?" Madeline frowned, "You mean your lover."
"Who is also your mother, a human, who passed away quite young," responded Paschar to her.
"I already have a mother, the one who you must have met in the castle."
Paschar smiled, "No, not her. She might have given birth to you, but you were first born to us. Your soul has the same energy as mine." Since she had found out about his existence, Madeline had wanted to meet the angel, and now that she did, she was still taken aback, not knowing what to say to him.
"What are you doing in the High House if you are not supposed to be meddling here?" asked Madeline. She saw a glow starting to emit around him. She was worried he was going to disappear in the blink of an eye.
"Some of us can give people guidance, my brothers and I," Madeline's frown deepened, and Paschar said, "Not in a literal sense."
"Do you know how many people have been nailed into the coffin because the fallen angels thought that they were dark angels?" questioned Madeline.
Paschar gave her a nod, "It is unfortunate."
"Is that all you have to say?" Madeline didn't know why but Paschar seemed much colder than she had imagined him to be. "Your deeds have put a curse on me where I am being hunted by my very own family and demons."
Paschar took a step towards Madeline, and she took one back immediately. "I deeply apologize for it. I never knew things would turn like this," a small frown came to settle on his face. "When Olivia conceived you, we were both ecstatic to have you in our world. But when the people in heaven found out about it, it was demanded that I return. At the same time, one of the fallen killed both of you. I killed the woman who killed Olivia. I couldn't save your mother because it was too late, but I tried to save you."
"You were the person in my dream," whispered Madeline as she ran her memory through her mind again. The angel who killed the woman up in flames was Paschar.
"Before I knew it, you had been assigned as a ticket of redemption for those people in this realm. I prayed for you not to appear until the time was right, so that you would be safe," he confessed to her.
"The redemption is a lie," and on Madeline's words, Paschar shook his head.
"It isn't," she felt her throat turn dry. "Angels are not supposed to have children. I joined the High House to see if I could get more information about you. That is why I even asked Michael to leave his position and give it to me. I knew some of the children were being buried. But the Whisperers often came with the news of the child being dead, which only indicated that it wasn't my true child."
Madeline pursed her lips, "So what now? I am supposed to wait for the clock to tick and wait to be sacrificed?"
"I won't let that happen to you," assured Paschar, his grey eyes continued to look at Madeline. He then looked behind her as if he caught sight of something. "Right now, you are at the safest place, and no one can hurt you, Madeline. Because of your marriage to the King, who belongs to the highest level of a demon." She saw white wings appear from his back. He threw the black book at her which he had picked earlier, "Take this book. You might find it helpful."
"Where are you going?!" questioned Madeline, but with one flap of his wings, the angel disappeared from her sight. This angel...they couldn't be related, she thought to herself. Which father left their child with incomplete information??
Within a few seconds, she heard flapping sounds, to turn around and see it was Calhoun. Within a second, she was engulfed in his arms.
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Chaos in village-Part 1
She stood there with her arms crossed against her chest, her green eyes looking at every person who walked near the church while also keeping an eye on the busy streets. With the church placed almost at the centre, Elizabeth waited with bated breath, dreading the demoness would show up.
Ten minutes had passed since her sister Madeline, and the High House member had stepped into the church, and she stood outside here with Raphael. Her fingers tapped on her opposite arm. The wind carried the snowflakes, a lone flake coming in front of Beth and she tried to catch hold of it in the palm of her hand. The moment the snowflake touched her palm, flashes of a small girl standing with blood-covered hands while another girl lying on the ground appeared in front of her eyes.
She dropped the snowflake, doubting if Winter would ever be the same again for her.
"You alright there?" asked the demon who stood on the other side of the entrance of the church, and Beth who was staring at the front turned to look at Raphael. "I am quite surprised that you are here with me, than inside with your sister," a small chuckle escaped his lips.
Though Beth was standing here with the man as a shield for her protection that didn't mean he had turned bearable and he was still annoying.
"I think I have already told you why I am here. I am here for my selfish gains," said Beth, putting a straight face and turning her face away from him.
"A person who is selfish never speaks about them being selfish. It negates the whole idea," said Raphael, making small talk with her, something Beth was used to.
Men had often flocked around her like she was the most beautiful flower, which she was, but every person had their own insecurity. A person always found the grass to be greener on the other side of the fence, and Beth was no exception to it. She knew that beauty was hard to preserve, and a surfacial trait that didn't allow her to bond that easily. Though there were men who wanted to speak to her and be around her, Beth had always been the target of jealousy that stemmed from her and other girls and women, who liked to nitpick on her, while also trying to thrive the way she was.
She had her insecurities when it came to the gap that appeared between people and her. It was something she could relate to princesses, where people wanted to be her, but at the same time, she had no true friend. The only person she had been able to rely on was her very own sister, but at the same time, things in the past had never been good. She knew Madeline had better relationships, and the way her sister received warm smiles, something she was unable to get, including her relatives.
"You don't need to make small talks with me. I am sure you have met a person who goes by the name silence," she said, raising her nose.
"I chased that friend long ago. Though I do wonder, if you would like to introduce me to this silence if the demoness appears in front of you," he joked to see the worried look cross Beth's face.
"We don't have to act as if we get along. You still creep me out. It is why I openly said I am being selfish about the current situation," answered Beth. The demon seemed like a person who didn't have a constant house and kept travelling from one place to another, leading him to appear the way he was.
"Is it because of the way I look? It must be because of how I dress that you have such a low opinion about me," Raphael's words were direct where he didn't bother to beat around the bush.
Beth pursed her lips and turned to meet his black eyes, "You keep looking at me. Even now, you have been staring at me since my sister stepped inside."
"You speak as if you have never been admired by people's eyes, milady," Raphael continued to say, "When there's something beautiful, it needs to be admired, and when something is hurt, you need to watch over it."
Beth's cheeks turned slightly red, "What are you talking about?"
The man shrugged his shoulders, "I say what I see. It looked like you were recollecting something of the past."
Beth's eyes flared in a glare that was directed towards Raphael for poking his nose or eyes where it didn't belong. With Madeline who was with the High House member and in the church, Beth came to presume that her sister would be safe as no demon could step into the holy place. But what Beth didn't know was that the church was connected to another building through a small bridge which was where the library was, holding books and other artefacts, making it a possible place for a demon to step into with minimum damage to them.
With people who bustled to carry on with their daily work and with the sound of carriages, horses, Beth continued to wait for Madeline to return when Raphael took a step forward.
"What happened?" she asked him curiously as it appeared like he was trying to concentrate on something.
"Werewolves!" and his head snapped to the left and Beth's eyes moved to catch sight of a grey-furred wolf that howled loud enough for people to freeze in their spots.
Beth had never met or seen a werewolf before, and her blood froze in her body. For a few seconds, she couldn't hear anything as her ears had turned numb, but she could see people screaming for help as they tried to run away from the werewolf.
"Lady Elizabeth!" Raphael called her, and she didn't have time to react as he caught hold of her wrist, and he started to pull her away from the church's entrance.
But there wasn't just one werewolf as three more came to appear where they were in the village, snarling and destroying anything that was in front of them. One of the werewolves picked up a man who was in front of it and tore him into two pieces. This led to people screaming and yelling as they tried to scurry away from the place to get shelter.
"What about Madeline?" shouted Beth when she came to her senses where the noise started to fill back in and around her.
"She is with the priest. She will be alright. It's not safe for either of us to be here out in the open. If you get bit, you will turn to one of them. If I get bit, I will probably die out of infection, or maybe not as I am not a vampire. Come on now!"
Screams filled around the place where they were in, and the werewolves weren't the only ones who had entered the village. It seemed like there were demons who had stepped in here, walking leisurely while the rest of the folks continued to run, screaming their lungs out for help.
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Chaos in village- Part 2
Beth, who was being pulled by Raphael, couldn't help but turn to look at where the werewolves were and she saw more blood being spilt as the beasts caught hold of the humans and tore their limbs. She now understood the importance of why one was not supposed to go alone to the woods.
"AHHH!" screamed another man, who was caught by the enormously tall creature which towered the people by twice its height.
"How come the werewolves are here?!" questioned Beth, her voice filled with panic and a crease on her forehead. One moment it was peaceful and the very next second, everything had turned chaotic, "Mr. Sparrow?!"
"Who knows," he said looking back and forth while making their way towards the carriage that he had caught sight of.
"What do you mean, you don't know?" asked Beth, because this man often had answers and Madeline had consulted a few things with him for wisdom. She saw him pull the door of the carriage while trying to usher her inside.
"I don't know, let me ask them to have tea with me so I can find out about it," came his response. The girl was shrewd in wrong areas, while she could be really dense in a few places, thought Raphael to himself. Beth looked unimpressed by his answer, and she saw him take out a pistol from his baggy robes, "Use this."
"Where are you going??" Now that Raphael was leaving her, Beth turned worried and fear marred her face. She took hold of the weapon in her hand.
"I will be back soon. Just stay in the carriage and don't get out until you don't hear another cry," Raphael advised with a smile to assure her, and Beth nodded. She was about to get in when she caught sight of one of his cards that fell on the ground. She bent down to pick it up. He quickly took it from her, "Thank you. In, you go now, lady," and Beth caught hold of her flowing dress as she got inside the carriage, and the door was shut close.
Screams filled up around her and Beth anxiously watched through the window, thinking how the count of the werewolves had only increased in time, and more of them entered this place. Werewolves were nothing less than nonexistent in this side of the lands of Devon.
Raphael who had left the carriage, he caught sight of people being torn. The panic increased in people as they were almost surrounded by the creatures that were controlled by the moon. But there was no moon in sight, which only told how much the werewolves were evolving compared to old times. Pulling out another gun that he carried with him with bullets that were not made of silver, he believed, for now, it should do, to save some lives.
"HELP!" a woman screamed, who was caught by one of the werewolves. The wolf snarled loudly, showing its teeth covered with its saliva. Raphael quickly raised his hand to shoot the werewolf and the beast dropped the woman on the ground before looking at Raphael in anger.
Some of the guards of the village were trying to control the situation with flares directed towards the beasts, but it only irritated them to lash out and destroy houses with their hands or throwing people haphazardly.
Amid the chaos that was taking place in the village of Cossington, Odin who had been sitting on one of the nearby trees that was near the church, in an attempt to keep an eye on the girl they were supposed to kidnap, he flew away quickly to notify his Master.
"Master! Master!" Odin shouted as he entered the tower where his master was taking a short nap in his coffin, "MASTER!"
"Shut up, you fool," growled Vladimir, "Always screaming. What is it?" he asked, opening his eyes and getting out of the coffin.
"Master the girl! She's in trouble! The village where she is in now is under attack by demons and werewolves," informed Odin and he transformed himself from his small bat form into a vampire.
"That's good news. Let's wait for the others to do the dirty work. I am sure a piece or two of her being bring ripped will be a nice start," replied Vladimir, stepping out of the coffin and walking towards the tall mirror that was affixed on the wall. Only his clothes reflected in the mirror and he straightened his collar.
"But Master you won't be able to torture her yourself," said Odin. Though the servant vampire had been incompetent when it came to looking after his Master's daughter, he had a soft spot towards the late lady and he felt revenge had to be served well, it was how his Master's mind worked too.
Vladimir sighed, "I have brought you up well. My one true servant, who sometimes can be an idiot, but sometimes right," hearing this Odin's eyes lit up.
"Also, I would like to know which minions of mine have been trying to create mischief here. How is hell doing, Odin?"
The servant bowed his head, "Everyone is waiting for you to return, Master."
Vladimir laughed at Odin's words, "I am sure they cannot wait to fill my position, so the murky demons can take my place thinking I am dead as I haven't visited the place in a while. Because I don't remember ordering them to play with people today, especially with the beasts."
The older vampire turned to look at his coat that was hung on the stand and he raised his hand. In a second, the coat came flying to him and Odin helped him to wear it. Turning to bats, both of them headed to Cossingston village. Arriving in the middle of the chaos that was taking place, Vladimir had an unenthusiastic look on his face.
"Why did the girl come here again?"
"Um," Odin pressed his lips and said, "I don't know, Master. I was only keeping an eye on where she was going as you ordered me to, without getting too close to her."
The old vampire's blood red eyes observed the people running and screaming, some hiding and his eyes then fell on the puny demons who were agitating the werewolves. His eyes fell on a demon who had a large weapon in his hand, lighting the end of the thick thread which was connected to a large black vessle before it sizzled and went to strike on the building which was behind the church.
"What an interesting thing, Odin," murmured Vladimir, leaving the werewolves and the other people behind as he made his way towards the demon, who was working with the weapon in aiming the metal ball the behind of the church which had a tower.
Vladimir stood right in front of the weapon and the demon looked annoyed, "Looks like you want to die. Get the fuck out of here!" At the disrespect, Vladimir's eyes turned entirely pitch black and the demon realized who this person was.
"M-master. Y-you are al-alive," stuttered the demon.
"Now you get the fuck out of here," said the old vampire to raise his hand at the demon, who splattered like water and fell on the ground.
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Chaos in village- Part 3
Odin's eyes widened and he quickly went to stand behind his Master, "What are we going to do with the werewolves, Master?"
Vladimir sensed the girl was alive, and his feet started to walk in the direction of the church. A smile came to form on his lips on sensing someone else's presence, and he noticed a light appear from the back of the tower for a second before it returned to normal. "Absolutely nothing. Take this thing with you," he commanded, jerking his head towards the weapon.
"Yes, Master!"
Turning around, the older vampire said, "We are not here to clean up people's mess, but the demons." He walked towards one of the demons, tapping on his shoulder as if he was asking for direction, "I think it's time to get back home, dear." The demoness's eyes turned wide and she was the next person to splatter down on the ground.
Vladimir picked out a few more demons who were out of line before he and Odin disappeared from the village, leaving the werewolves to continue thrashing and vandalising the place.
Raphael had gone to help the villagers to get to their safety, while Beth hid in the carriage looking outside through the gaps of the window with her heart pounding in her chest.
Beth didn't know how long it would take for the situation to come under control, and she tried to peer outside by getting close to the window to take a better look near the church where the building's walls had broken, and also of the village tower bell. While she was still looking around with her face pressed, suddenly one of the werewolves appeared in front of her face to face on the other side of the window, and Beth stumbled backwards to get away.
In less than a second, the brown werewolf, got hold of the carriage using its enormous strength to push its hands through the door of the carriage. It tried to swipe its hand inside the carriage with its claws out to get the human who was in there.
"Ahh!!" Beth screamed when the werewolf's claw almost grazed her.
Her hands trembled, and she pulled the trigger of the pistol that was given by Raphael, and the bullet hit the wolf's hand. Instead of retracting its hand back, the beast turned even more aggressive and snarled in anger. When she readied herself to pull the trigger again, the werewolf smacked the pistol from her hand which fell to the beast's side.
Beth turned around as quick as she could, trying to see if the side where she was pressed against had a door, but it didn't! Her breath was quick, and she frantically pushed the window of the carriage, to get out as the werewolf appeared to be too adamant to get hold of her.
This time, the beast dismantled the door entirely to put its head inside the carriage, trying to grab hold of Beth's feet that were dangling at the inside. At the same time, Beth who was trying to squeeze herself out and through the window, she felt the werewolf catch hold of her ankle. She screamed, kicking with her other leg before falling on the ground harshly.
She started to limp away from the carriage, and the werewolf she had shot started to follow her, by jumping on the carriage and then down before its feet thumped loudly against the ground. Beth huffed for air as she ran as fast as her feet could take her. But seeing the werewolf so close to her, she ended up twisting her ankle, and she fell on the ground.
On the other side, Raphael fought a werewolf with a long branch as the beast tried to kill him not too far away from the carriage. The bullets in the pistol that he had carried had been exhausted. The werewolves eyes filled in rage as it showed its dirty teeth to him, while growling at him. Some of the werewolves had been taken down while some were still in the process of biting and killing people.
The werewolf was strong enough to throw him and he fell near a well. The things he often carried in his robes fell. His eyes fell on the card that Beth had picked up earlier, and he turned it around, ready to put it back in his pocket, but he paused to look at it again.
The card he held was the card of fools, which wrote a person's past, present or future by the mere touch of the person's hand. The usual card had turned to a person in an open casket, and his eyes snapped at where Beth was.
"Lady Elizabeth!" shouted Raphael and on finding the empty carriage, he looked around and saw the pistol that he had given Beth. Picking it up he, he found her not far away from where he stood while one of the werewolves hovered in front of her. Raising his hand he shot at the beast without a stop.
This action was enough to stop the werewolf from charging at Beth and it turned to look at Raphael. The beast started to chase him, and he took it away from the girl, leading it towards the place where the guards threw a large and sturdy net on it, and then another one to capture and stop its movements.
The men had brought many more nets, throwing the nets on the other werewolves temporarily while the beasts tried to free themselves.
"Where are the guns with silver bullets?" shouted one of the guard.
"Put them in the iron cages! We need to capture them alive!" said guard man.
Raphael made his way to where Beth was on the ground, who was huffing for air like there wasn't enough air entering her lungs. Tears streamed her eyes, and the demon looked at her, worried, "Are you alright, Lady Elizabeth? Did you hurt your back?" he asked her as she was sitting on the ground.
He noticed the lower part of her dress had stained red because of blood. Beth pulled her dress weakly, to reveal the bite mark of the werewolf on her leg from where the blood was dripping.
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