Nightwing95 said
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.

Lorelai gave him a blank stare before feigning a swoon, spinning out of his way. "Ah my beloved brother, the emotion is overwhelming." Her normally sweet smile tainted with sin. "I shall make sure too hold on to your body, even as all the heat drains from it." She said, brandishing her sabre and charging with a giggle.

Drakeonis said
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 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.

Lawrence got exactly what he intended and laughed with triumph as her parried the first attack and lunged, spinning and using the momentum given from his giant sword to attack Isiah. "Come on then knight of loins, let us finish this."

Irena felt powerless as she watched things falling apart in front of her, darklings attacking her from every direction her sword swished through their bodies effortlessly. Her blade held holy water and godly symbolism and burned her to the touch. SHe watched as lawrence fought isiah and Lorelai chargeing at steffan this had to stop and so it shall. "STOP." she shouted over the noise and threw her weapon down and thre her daggers down as well. "I yeild. Lorelai take what is mine, have the throne. If being queen ment this much to you we could have had a civilized chat about this but i see what you want and now i surrender" She says and bows to her and throws her tarnished crown to the floor where her weapons lay. "This kingdom deserves a better queen, someone who is fit and just and i see now that, thats not me" her voice trembling she sucks in a breath and waits on Lorelai would do now.

Isaiah gasped barely bringing his black sword up in time to block the giant blade. He struggled to keep Lawrence's sword from piercing his chest and saw Lorelai advancing to towards Steffan and Irena surrendering. "You're right, let us end this! I'm going to save her and the home I care about and you're in my way!" His strength returning to him Isaiah pushed the sword away to stagger the hellish knight and lunged forth with both blades doused in fire. "Take your place in Hell, wretched knight!"

SteffaSteffan ised his own blade to deflect Lorelais rapier, before moving to the counterattack with a slash of his own.

Yet he couldn't simply stand by once he saw his wife to her knees, surrendering the Crown "No Irena...you cannot do this! You cannot give up now!" he pleaded "Think of your people...our people. Do you think that surrendering is what they expect from their Queen?"

KiraChan said
Irena felt powerless as she watched things falling apart in front of her, darklings attacking her from every direction her sword swished through their bodies effortlessly. Her blade held holy water and godly symbolism and burned her to the touch. SHe watched as lawrence fought isiah and Lorelai chargeing at steffan this had to stop and so it shall. "STOP." she shouted over the noise and threw her weapon down and thre her daggers down as well. "I yeild. Lorelai take what is mine, have the throne. If being queen ment this much to you we could have had a civilized chat about this but i see what you want and now i surrender" She says and bows to her and throws her tarnished crown to the floor where her weapons lay. "This kingdom deserves a better queen, someone who is fit and just and i see now that, thats not me" her voice trembling she sucks in a breath and waits on Lorelai would do now.

Nightwing95 said
SteffaSteffan ised his own blade to deflect Lorelais rapier, before moving to the counterattack with a slash of his own.Yet he couldn't simply stand by once he saw his wife to her knees, surrendering the Crown "No Irena...you cannot do this! You cannot give up now!" he pleaded "Think of your people...our people. Do you think that surrendering is what they expect from their Queen?"

(Steffan, take advantage of the Lorelai's distraction)

Lorelai paused, momentarily forgetting Steffan as she turned toward the queen. Her grin on her black sabre tightened. "How...pathetic. You can't even give your kingdom a proper fight because you're so selfish. You want your husband, your knight, your child..." Her voice trembled with rage.

"I'll take them from you....I'LL TAKE IT ALL FROM YOU." She screamed as she charged Irena in a blinding anger. Darkness seeped out of every pore and her flesh began to crack as the darkness overflowed. The black energy swirled around her blade, making it jagged at the edges.

Drakeonis said
Isaiah gasped barely bringing his black sword up in time to block the giant blade. He struggled to keep Lawrence's sword from piercing his chest and saw Lorelai advancing to towards Steffan and Irena surrendering. "You're right, let us end this! I'm going to save her and the home I care about and you're in my way!" His strength returning to him Isaiah pushed the sword away to stagger the hellish knight and lunged forth with both blades doused in fire. "Take your place in Hell, wretched knight!"

Lawrence blocked but skidded back a few inches and spoke through gritted teeth. "I already have, my place was called a throne." He pushed back though their blade were locked as Lorelai raged on.

No....Lorelai was supposed to fight him, her rage tirned only to him! But now she headed against Irena, his wife seemingly without a will to fight anymore. Was this how it ended?

"No..." he said as he gripped his royal sword with both hands "I wont let you Lorelai!" the King roared as he dashed towards the attack, his own sword striking down with a strike of inhuman power, landing down on the dark blade with enough force to break it apart.

"I swear when I'm done with you, you won't sit on any throne! Not one in Hell and certainly not this one!" The situation was getting more dire by the second. The darklings were showing no sign of dying off and now Steffan was attacking Lorelai with the full intent to kill her and he was powerless to stop him while Lawrence still lived. The Hell Knight had somehow managed to survive everything Isaiah had thrown at him, even with his newfound powers. Now his swords locked again with Lawrence's and he pushed with all his strength. He couldn't lose to this man now, not before he spoke to his Princess. "I promised Lorelai that I would always protect her, that even a god would fall to my blade if it sought to harm her." He pushed harder as flames surged from the attack. "And you,Lawrence, are no god."

Nightwing95 said
No....Lorelai was supposed to fight him, her rage tirned only to him! But now she headed against Irena, his wife seemingly without a will to fight anymore. Was this how it ended?"No..." he said as he gripped his royal sword with both hands "I wont let you Lorelai!" the King roared as he dashed towards the attack, his own sword striking down with a strike of inhuman power, landing down on the dark blade with enough force to break it apart.

((Lol I meant, actually stab her, I give permission, actually, Isiah does it ouo))

Lorelai bellowed with anger as her sabre bursts into shards. She spun on Steffan. "That sword...that wretched thing. Belonged to him...Dearest father. I should have known." She reached down, picking up tip of her broken blade and slowly walked toward Steffan. With her sabre destroyed, it seemed that the darkness had lifted, if only a bit. That sabre had been a catalyst for the dark power. The darklings surged after the broken dark sword and Lorelai dodged out of the way.

Lorelai still clung to it, however, that piece of dark blade. She held it so tight that she felt it bite into her skin. She would kill them, all of them, and have their precious queen watch. She did not deserve any of the happiness that had been given to her without thought. What made her so worthy? Her blood? Well now Lorelai's blood was just as good, if not better.

Drakeonis said
"I swear when I'm done with you, you won't sit on any throne! Not one in Hell and certainly not this one!" The situation was getting more dire by the second. The darklings were showing no sign of dying off and now Steffan was attacking Lorelai with the full intent to kill her and he was powerless to stop him while Lawrence still lived. The Hell Knight had somehow managed to survive everything Isaiah had thrown at him, even with his newfound powers. Now his swords locked again with Lawrence's and he pushed with all his strength. He couldn't lose to this man now, not before he spoke to his Princess. "I promised Lorelai that I would always protect her, that even a god would fall to my blade if it sought to harm her." He pushed harder as flames surged from the attack. "And you,Lawrence, are no god."

Lawrence's balance faltered just enough for Isiah's attack to knock him back, momentarily stunned. Lawrence was soon consumed by the darklings. Only yards away, Lorelai stood, blade shard in hand, and lunged at the king.

(Oh god here we go...)
Isaiah moved back before Lawrence dragged him into the darkling mass with him. A small part of him was disappointed he hadn't killed him himself, the larger part was glad and hoped he died screaming. "Wait for me in Hell, wretched knight, we'll finish this then." He struck a few darklings that reached for him, sending them back to dark Hell from whence they came. The rest were too distracted with Lawrence to pay him any mind, ad he took advantage of the fact.

Isaiah turned to where Lorelai, Irena and Steffan were gathered just in time to see Lorelai charge at Steffan with the remaining sliver her dark blade. "Princess no!" . He was fast enough to reach them in time but not fast enough to put himself between the two in time to block the blade. Instead he thrust his black sword forward in attempt to block Lorelai's attack. He moved on instinct, he was knight sworn to defend his king and he had been tempered and conditioned since his youth to move and defend him from any assailants without so much as a second thought. It was because of this instinct that Isaiah didn't realize he had overshot his blade.

Irena didnt cower or move she just watched as lorielai came closer with the dark balde, she closed her eyes prepaird for death she looked at isiah and put a hand over her heart. Then suddenly steffan raced for lorielai and broke her blade. Irena still didnt move as the dark blade clanked to the floor she looked up at isiah then to steffan, not with hope or happiness just a look of terrified sadness.

Everything froze. Even the darklings ceased to move as if sensing something shift. Lawrence was the first to howl in pained agony for his love. Then darklings made their own horrifying scream but did not surge forward. Lorelai, however, was silent. Her knees shook and she fell to ground, arms wrapped around her stomach. She made horrible retching sounds as a familiar black liquid puddled around her and dripped from her mouth. It bubbled and steamed like hot tar, burning and staining her already tattered gown. Her body trembled as she looked at her old friends.

"How....could you...? She....loved you all." Her voice was not her own, was older. Ancient. With a gasp, Lorelai pitched forward, hurling more of the steaming darkness onto the ground. It twisted and writhed as she continued to vomit then she collapsed. It took on the vague shape of a woman.

The woman spoke with the old voice. "Humans....such wretched creatures. Their emotions so feeble and flitting. They claim to love wholely and freely but it's nothing but a lie. They do nothing but hurt each other. Such ugly things don't deserve to live." She fixed each person with a glare. "I had hoped you all would give some sort of reason why I should not have each and every human destroyed but you all failed the test. However, to show how gracious I am, I will give you some time to come to terms with your imminent doom and leave in peace a while longer. Am I, Siret, not kind? As a gift and a reminder of your failure, I will also leave my child, should she wake, in your care. Do enjoy what you have left of your worthless lives." She gave a chilling smiled and a high pitched laugh as each darkling ran towards her, building her into a bulbous, black raven that raised it's wings and flew away.

((She won't be back for a while, gonna give things a while to calm down))

Siret... It WAS her... The sight of his former captor made every muscle of his body lock up. His eyes widened and Galen dared not even blink. Memories flooded back into his mind of his years of torture under her persistent whip. Month upon month, the practitioner of ancient magics would flay the skin from his body and siphon his lifeblood, his mana from him. He along with several other wizards of varying strengths were held and bled this way, used as power generators for ancient machines.

The anger of those memories flooded through his body, reinvigorating his tired muscles and tapping into a deep well of power he usually reserved for dire situations. His eyes began to glow blue and runes burned themselves into the surrounding ground. A dull, pulsing drone penetrated the silence, reaching increasingly higher frequencies as his spell quickly gathered more and more power.

"GRACIOUS?! KIND?!" Galen roared. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! ENSLAVER OF MAGES, TORMENTOR OF WIZARDS!"
He bellowed at the raven as it flew away, thundering his anger of the atrocities committed years ago. With a shrill, high pitched whine, the circle of runes around him glowed brightly and channeled its energy into Galen. Using himself as a conduit to the incredible amount of power, he gave it purpose, simultaneously sending a bolt of raw magical energy to strike down the raven, casting a protective shroud on all the city, and establishing a strong healing aura within the castle.

By the time he had finished, crystallized remnants of the magic used littered the floor where the circle of runes stood, now burned out. He watched the dome form, centered on the castle and expanding to encompass the outskirts of the kingdom. He saw some of the remaining soldier's wounds begin to knit closed and color return to their faces. His eyes felt heavy, and his gaze dropped to his hands, most of their flesh consumed during the course of the casting, leaving mere bones wrapped in a thin layer of charred skin. His legs collapsed under the weight of his body, now lacking the muscle to support it. He wondered if his bolt had found its target as the floor rose to meet him.

Isaiah's whole world shattered as soon as his sword pierced Lorelai. He had calculated the strike perfectly, yet for all his skill, all his training; he had such a grave mistake. All he wanted to do was intercept her blade. This was some sick joke fate played. It continued to toy with him and prove that his life was worth nothing, with every step forward he took four steps back. It felt more like a thousand now though as he watched the fallen form of the princess he had sworn to protect lie motionless because of him. The irony was almost laughable. He fell to his knees and simply stared at her in shock. Nothing that transpired even reached his ears. Siret and Galen, even Irena and Steffan went completely unnoticed by him The whole world had turned gray save for him and Lorelai's motionless body and the only thing he could was stare.

Dying is a strange thing, you don't see memories of your life or any grand tunnel of light or gates of your awaiting lord. It's like floating. I am prepared to die. Prepared to let the darkness consume me, once and for all. I don't deserve something as grand as life. I am nothing more that a vessel for darkness.

.......
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What's happening? This warmth. This rage. This passionate anger. Holy insanity. Righteous and grand with the madness pain.

"Nng..."

After the demonic raven flew away from the castle, a very similar reaction to Isaiahs transpired into Stefffans mind. Tonight, the entire world was turned upside down for the King....just when he thought he had everythibg he was walking on the edge of loosing them forever.

His fathers sword cluttered to the ground as he ran toward Lorelai, kneeling besides her, one hand reaching to hold the back of her head while a gloved one pressed onto the wound "Please Lorelai, stay with us...do not leave now sister..." he pleaded nearly desperately "Galen, we need you here, now!" he called with hopes that magic could save her.

Irena watched as steffan ran to lorielai's side first and pleaded for her not to die. After everything that had happened Irena couldn't stand, her knees gave out and she fell to the ground. Tears running down her face

Isaiah felt a small twinge of relief upon seeing Lorelai stir as Galen's magic did its work. He felt like he was choking back tears but nothing fell as a small relieved smile crossed his face. "Thank you...thank you..." He had no idea who or what he was thanking but he could care less at the moment. The only thing that mattered to him was that she was still alive. If she had died by his hand, he definitely would've taken his own life without so much as a second thought.

"I'm so sorry Lorelai. I don''t know why I keep hurting you..." His voice a pained whisper as he backed away from her as Steffan approached. "All I wanted. All I ever wanted was for you to be safe and happy...but I seem to only be able to do the opposite." His hands dug into his palms an he sobbed. "All I can do is say I'm sorry and I hate myself for it."