(Me too...I actually have now idea what to do now.)

((I edited mine, so I guess its Kira's turn since the guys have nothing to do since they're safe))

Irena Slammed the raven to the ground and forced its head from its shoulders "Childs play" the queen taunted black smoke waffed in the air like morning fog then a loud crackle of lightning struck her and she grew in size, the smoke was breathed in by the demons and their eyes turned dark redish orange just as the queens had done in the room. Now the demons fought lawreance bruitily. "You see PRINCESS, i rule over the darkness in this land as i rule MY KINGDOM" she said and swipped her enlarged claws tearing fleash from her. The demons were now under irena's control as were the dragons the demons had lawrence on the ground ready to kill with one word from irena he'd be dead "Choose now girl, Death or obedeince" she said calmly Knowing soon the princess would either bleed out or run away. she glared confidently "I've been to hell and back and honey i can make this worse for you" she said and roared letting the castle crumble and earth, like moutains raised up pointed sharply making the queen stand tall befor lorelai "Demons, kill him if she makes another step toward me" They obeyed and held him down sticking a knife into his side

"Irena wait!! Take me back! Irena!!" Isaiah yelled as the queen flew off leaving he and Steffan alone with the dragons. "Damn it!!" How could he let this happen? Now he was stuck up here while Irena and Lorelai probably tore each other apart and it was all his fault. It would not end like this! He wouldn't let it even if he had to walk all the way back to the kingdom himself.

"Interesting...Strong-willed just like I remember." A cold feminine voice spoke from within his mind yet he could not hear it. "I'll have to thank Wraith for protecting you for me Isaiah. Until then worry not, for I shall provide fr you...as I always have."

Just as the silent voice spoke Isaiah caught sight of something he'd never think he's see. Galloping in the air in a trail of blue fire was Midas, complete with a mane composed of blue fire and eye's the same color. The horse trotted next to him so he he could get on and he did without so much as a second thought. Questions about what had happened to his horse or why his voice had been silent for so long would have to wait. The only thing on his mind was getting back to the castle. "You already know where, so hurry!" Midas neihed and took off back into the sky and landed within the ballroom within minutes. Irena seemed to have the upper hand at the moment as she was talking about killing Lorelai.

"Irena stop! Please!"

"Pathetic. Lawrence, clear the room." Lorelai said, sounding bored.

Lawrence, despite the pain, casts a spell and the entire group glowed and every enemy of Lorelai's fell through the world leaving only three. Isiah came running into the room minutes later and Lawrence faced him.

"Leave, you pathetic excuse for a knight." He said with a growl as he got to his feet. "You don't deserve to be in the presence of Lorelai. The TRUE queen."

While Lawrence had Isiah distracted, Lori faced the queen with a smile. "How about we try this again. No pets though, alright hun?" She raised her blade and pointed it at Irena.

"What did you call me?" Isaiah said lowly, and full of malice. Had Lawrence said that even ten minutes ago, Isaiah would've probably fell his own sword in grief. Unfortunately for the older knight those times had ended as soon as he entered this ballroom. The warrior Isaiah was back and he was not happy with the situation at all. Blue fire encompassed his armor and vanished leaving him in a full suit of strange ebony armor. His eyes now took a cold blue color and small flames flickered in each. He removed his blades as walked closer to Lawrence. Ever since he could renumber he had wanted to take on Lawrence in a spar, that was back when he respected the man. Now he was relishing the chance to take his life.. "Why don't you come show me how pathetic I am, you old drunk?."

The queen smiled the pointed mountains dropped her where lorelai stood she branched her it was white with blue flames coming off of it. A simpile smile played on her face "no matter how many times you try to kill me, it will fail for i hold the power of both light and dark; im immortal." she said and clashed her sword with lorelai's and sticks her in the side a wound that would later, if not treated become fatel because that sword was doused in holy water, it burned to touch it but she had to defend herself and this was a gift from a god she knew in a previous life. Irena watched isiah out of the corner of her eye then had her attention on the princess "Is this really what You want? Lori...Hows your garden?" she asked maybe if she talked about soething that she loved it might bring her back a bit. She kept her gaurd up and let the smile become a sad look

While the royalty and their attendants dueled, Galen finished clearing the area of innocents. While it was technically his responsibility to keep the peace, he had to first make sure to fulfill his first priority: the safety of the people of the council of kingdoms.

He finally got the last straggler out when things began to peak, and as the Irena and Lorelai crossed blades, the ground of the ballroom cracked. A horrible reverberating sound echoed through the castle, and a skeletal hand shot through the once flawless floor. All around him, more and more of the creatures broke through, forming into ranks. A mass necromancy spell had been triggered by the immense powers unleashed within the castle. The Dark Ones were making their appearance.

The creatures began a chant that grew as more of their brethren joined them on the surface. It became nearly debilitating for all who could hear it. It made those in earshot bleed from the ears and dug into their heads as if it were a psychic scream.

We Dark ones are loose and the Master will win.
We Demons have come to rip off your skin.
Blood red eyes will see you if you try to run.
We Dark ones will get you and laugh like it’s fun.
Walk away slow or we’ll tear you apart,
And laugh all day as we devour your heart
Blood red eyes will see you if you try to stand still.
We Dark ones will get you, for Evil we kill.
Hack us up, chop us up, cut us to bits,
Or else we’ll get you while laughing in fits.
If we Dark ones don’t get you, Master will try.
To reach out and touch you, your skin he will fry.
Your mind he will flail, your soul he will rape.
You’ll sleep with the dead, for life you’ll forsake.
You’ll die and die til the end of time.
We hate that you live. Your life is a crime.

Manic laughter permeated the air, and Galen was standing on a fine line of insanity and calm. Frozen in place, it took him a few moments to get over the shock and prepare himself for the dark ones' assault. He increased the strength of his leeching spell once more, hoping the energies he would siphon off the creatures as well as Lorelai and her minions would be sufficient for him to defeat this army. Blasting the creatures in waves of every element, he began his dance with death, hoping that the queen and Isaiah could hold their own against the ones who got through as he held the bulk of the army. In the back of his mind, he prayed for Lori. The once sweet princess would be in for some very bad experiences if she survived to the end of her birthday.

Suddendly a stream of fire rained down at tge army f tge dark ones, burning the entire vanguard with a single attack. A Gigantic Black Dragon landed down on tge battlefield, with Steffan being his rider. The King didn't campaigned through the Badlands for months, eliminating Dark Creatures just to allow them to destroy his Kingdom now.

Seing their King battling was enough to boost the morale of the remaining guards, and after picking up their weapons, they moved to join Galen in holding back the Demonic army.

As for Steffan, he rushed towards the battle ensuing between his wife and sister. Under no circumstance he would allow them to kill eachother, so he got between them, parrying a hit from Lori whike trusting Irena not to cut him.

"Lorelai...in the name of our father, you nust stop this madness right now!" said Steffan as he brandished his Royal blade once more.

As Galen blasted back wave after wave of the unending army, a sudden tremor shook the castle. Most if not all of the windows shattered, pelting the occupants with shards of glass. Men were getting torn apart by the darklings, who grew in number by the second. He began to drain energy from the darklings, hoping their evil wouldn't be enough to overcome him. He didn't absorb the energy as he usually did, but instead channeled it directly into his blasts of magical energy, minimizing his direct exposure to the magic while utilizing its chaotic force.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lorelai, Steffan, and Irena locked in combat. He had an idea, but it took a few moments of focus, which he could not manage while under attack. A plan formed in his mind. He would send a small amount of energy to the other side of the group and detonate it. The explosion would push them directly into the flood of dark ones but shouldn't harm them directly. He'd break the formation of the dark army, buying himself some time to prepare his counterspell and temporarily separating the warring royalty. The half-cocked plan in his mind, he sent the charge behind them while yet another wave disintegrated against his barrage of spells. He prayed to the creator this would work.

Drakeonis said
"What did you call me?" Isaiah said lowly, and full of malice. Had Lawrence said that even ten minutes ago, Isaiah would've probably fell his own sword in grief. Unfortunately for the older knight those times had ended as soon as he entered this ballroom. The warrior Isaiah was back and he was not happy with the situation at all. Blue fire encompassed his armor and vanished leaving him in a full suit of His eyes now took a cold blue color and small flames flickered in each. He removed his blades as walked closer to Lawrence. Ever since he could renumber he had wanted to take on Lawrence in a spar, that was back when he respected the man. Now he was relishing the chance to take his life.. "Why don't you come show me how pathetic I am, you old drunk?."

Lawrence chuckled. "I have every right to call you out, Isiah. At least I stand by my mistress while you can't keep your hands off yours." He said, erupting into laughter. He reached his hand behind his back, summoning a large sword that emanated darkness. The pulse sent Lawrence skidding back but he pressed on. "You don't even deserve the smile she gives you. You don't deserve that sword, nor title or armor. You barely deserve you life! But perhaps if you bed, Lorelai will allow you to keep it." He then charged into a attack, sword coming down in an arch over his head.

KiraChan said
The queen smiled the pointed mountains dropped her where lorelai stood she branched her it was white with blue flames coming off of it. A simpile smile played on her face "no matter how many times you try to kill me, it will fail for i hold the power of both light and dark; im immortal." she said and clashed her sword with lorelai's and sticks her in the side a wound that would later, if not treated become fatel because that sword was doused in holy water, it burned to touch it but she had to defend herself and this was a gift from a god she knew in a previous life. Irena watched isiah out of the corner of her eye then had her attention on the princess "Is this really what want? Lori...Hows your garden?" she asked maybe if she talked about soething that she loved it might bring her back a bit. She kept her gaurd up and let the smile become a sad look

"And you are delusional. The bitch get's a pair of pair of wings and some scales and suddenly calls herself a god." Lorelai gave the woman a bored stare. The Dark Queen sneered at the dragon wenches pity smile. "Do not speak as though you know anything about me."

The dark ones erupted from the earth and the wizard was beginning to use pulses to push them back into it, however the consistent flow of demons and undead protected the Dark Queen. Despite the cacophony she heard her brother. Seeing him enraged her.

"Our father....our FATHER left me locked away! Our father should never have brought me to this wretched place!" She hissed, slicing at him.

"And what you would have him do, Lorelai...?" asked Steffan as he kept pressing forward, unable to accept thst his sisters change was at a point of no return "Our father loved you...he brought you into the castle so he could give you shelter and education. An actual chance at life, not a miserable existence in the streets."

Nightwing95 said
"And what you would have him do, Lorelai...?" asked Steffan as he kept pressing forward, unable to accept thst his sisters change was at a point of no return "Our father loved you...he brought you into the castle so he could give you shelter and education. An actual chance at life, not a miserable existence in the streets."

Lorelai scowled. "You don't know anything, do you?" She said, stalking toward him. "This magnificent power has let me see clearer than ever. It has told me countless stories and horrors. Our father had been having an affair with my mother, bringing me into the world. My mother was a witch and was broken hearted, as she did not know my father was married. Thus, she cursed him. She cursed him with me. She killed your mother and gave me to our father as a sick reminder. And if he refused to take me, she would destroy this wretched kingdom herself." Lorelai glared at Steffan. "Our precious father, feared me. Pampered me and kept me from being married so his kingdom may have a few more years of peace." She stared hard at the ground. "I'm sure that this power was my mother's dying wish for me. She gave me the power I deserve! Our father probably planned to keep me locked away until I died." Her face contorted into a horrible smile. "Because he knew this would happen."

"But now, look at me!" She said, opening her arms with flourish. The back of her shredded gown ripped as two black, oily, dripping wings erupted from her flesh. Lorelai, with her now sunken cheeks and pitch black orbs she calls eyes, reached out cupping her brother's face in her free hand, the one with the sabre at her side.

"Do you see me now, brother? I'm finally as tall as you. You are the only one here....the only one from this horrible castle, I'd allow to live." For the first time her smile was not laced with hate or malice, but rather a disturbing, obsessiveness that was filled with longing.

Isaiah was staggered by the pulse, but managed to raise his black sword in time to block Lawrence's blade, the blue flame that adorned his strike fought from the darkness from Lawrence's.. "Do you mean to insult me? I know my sins and I will regret their consequences for the rest of my life for however long that may be." He gritted his teeth as he pushed the blade away, and held both his blades in preparation for his next strike. "You're right though I don't deserve her smile, I don't deserve my title, my armor, or my sword either. I have sullied what it means to be a knight." He looked down at his ebony-clad wrist which still held Lorelai's ribbon. "If Lorelai desires my life then it is forfeit to her, because she will always be my princess and as long as I have this...then I will remain her champion and I will always be more a knight than you are." He jumped forward striking simultaneously with both swords. "You claim to stand by your mistress, yet here she stands fighting her brother and friend. How can you claim to love her yet allow her to forsake her humanity? You know just as well as I do that this is not her!""

The dark knight went skidding back as he blocked. His arrogance was gone. "And what do you know!?" Lawrence roared in rage as their blades collided in a storm of red, black and blue. "Do you know of the tears she cried! The poor bastard child of the king, forsaken by the world!" His attacks were becoming wilder, every vein in his body was black and enhanced. "She watched as you trained, day after day! Up in her study she sat by the god be damned window, entranced by the knights. Never had I seen her so focused until that brain dead king dragged your sorry ass off the shore!" He held his sword with both hands, hacking at Isiah.

"Do you think me blind?" Isaiah struck back just as ferociously, every one of his strike with the intent to kill this man he once respected. "Bastard was always just a word to me, I cared not for what anyone thought of her." Isaiah lashed out as he struck. "Who do you think it was that gave me the strength to continue on while I trained?" The blue flames were coursing around his arms now as he continued to clash with Lawrence. "It was always her! Every glance a reminder of what I was working for." He locked his sword with Lawrence's as a sudden realization hit him. His helmet slid away to reveal his face and sadistic smile played on his lips. "You're jealous aren't you?"

Steffan couldn't believe what Lorelai was saying...he didn't want to believe. All this time he was told that she was a royal bastard, simple ss that, the product of his illicit affair with a minor noble lady. But seing thevtruth before him made him feel...as if all this time he was blind.

"No..." he finally said as he grabbed the wrist if the hand that was on his cheek "If you spare me...then I will kill you. I am not my father Lorelai, I am not afraid of you. You are my sister, and nothing can change the love I bore for you. And if killing you is the only way from keeping you from becoming a monster...then so be it!" he said with conviction as he brandished his sword once again.

Drakeonis said
"Do you think me blind?" Isaiah struck back just as ferociously, every one of his strike with the intent to kill this man he once respected. "Bastard was always just a word to me, I cared not for what anyone thought of her." Isaiah lashed out as he struck. "Who do you think it was that gave me the strength to continue on while I trained?" The blue flames were coursing around his arms now as he continued to clash with Lawrence. "It was always her! Every glance a reminder of what I was working for." He locked his sword with Lawrence's as a sudden realization hit him. His helmet slid away to reveal his face and sadistic smile played on his lips. "You're jealous aren't you?"

Lawrence halted at the question, leaving himself open to an attack. His eyes narrowed. "Yes. I am jealous. I am no fool as to say I am not." He stood up straighter, his giant sword glowing with a sickly green light. "However, I shall stand by my Queen. I belong to her, heart, body, mind and soul." He stalked forward with start intent. "I love her. I loved her before and even more so now. And I believe that one day, she will come to be mine as well. In mine, heart, soul..." He paused, grinning and glancing at Lorelai. "And body." He chuckled a bit, turning towards Isiah. "Yes...one day I believe that body will lie in my bed. Those luscious curves in my hands. That beautiful voice will gasp my name." Lawrence grinned and it was twisted and sinister. "And if she decides your life be spared, I will tell you all about it while you sit, rotting in a dungeon."

Lawrence did love Lorelai but it was a obsessive, sick, perverse love. It was the type of love where he would happily die or kill for her. However, it was also the type of love like an untameable fire that would soon spur out of control and consume everything.

Isaiah's grin disappeared within an instant and his eyes went cold, his helm reformed over his face. The blue fire around his body intensified growing larger and more frenzied as his anger rose. "For a small instant there I felt bad enough to let you live." He let out a small chuckle even though it didn't sound real at all."I mean I was going to cripple you, to make sure you didn't cause any trouble down the line, but I'm glad it worked out this way instead." He held both swords apart and the fire danced along the blades. "First I'm going to start with those hands of yours, so that they won't be touching anything especially any luscious curves, then I'm going to cut out that hateful tongue of yours, so that you won't even be comforted by her name on your lips, then I think I'll take off your prick just to watch you squirm a bit. I'm sure you'll love spending the rest of your life as a eunuch. Then I'll really have fun with you...And if My Princess manages to snap out of it in time before I end your wretched life and desires that I let you live,I shall, right after I turn you into a monster so horribly disfigured and mutilated that she won't even want to be in the same room as you, let alone entertain any ideas of sharing your bed!"

Isaiah lashed his blades forward, and launched forth a massive torrent of blue flames at Lawrence, making his move he dashed behind the attack hoping to use it as distraction as he got right into the other knight's face. He held both swords up and swung intending to make good on his promise by severing the spiteful man's hands.

The darklings had begun to focus on the others... They tried again and again to kill Galen but they quickly learned that it was near impossible to get anywhere close, so they began to opt for possibly easier targets. They began to charge for the other combatants, intent on killing them and absorbing their life force. That was the scariest thing about darklings. Everyone or everything they kill somehow gets absorbed and makes them stronger. They sometimes even fought among themselves and the victor gained all of the energy of those they defeat. He couldn't imagine fighting those powerful darklings. The ones he was fighting now probably hadn't had even a single kill.