@Ace of flames01@Narcotic Dollie@Lord Zee@Sarcelle Renard@Cuccoruler@Polaris NorthLivia's eyes surged with blue flame as she heard the princes' orders,
kill my own brother she thought…
no she shook her hooded head. She'd studied too long for this, the centuries of waiting, the alignments she'd waited for that only she knew of, the incantations only she could pronounce. No, the Varghulf was strong, its will surprisingly so. But the plan, the plan would still work, every test had confirmed it.
Livia reached inside the folds of her robes and pulled out a glowing gemstone. It was about the size of an apple, blood red in colour with grey lines criss-crossing it. She studied the figures around her, deciding the general to be the stronger she offered it to him.
'You won't be able to kill my brother, you're in no fit state to even try. But you can help me control him. Think of it, such a devastating beast of war finally mastered and put to use by the children of the dark. It would be glorious.'The stone was the result of at least two centuries of work and study. One of the few corporeal things she could touch due to it's powerful magic, she'd had to use other various constructs to make it. The gem was ancient older than her that was for certain, it had been her mother's.
I guess it still is she thought,
her, father and all of those other damned fools that locked him away now sit in the palm of my hand. The souls screeched to her as she held the gem, they knew what they had to do, they hated Livia for what she'd done, but they knew the stakes.
'Take the gem' she offered it again,
'press the stone against him and he shall be mine. His mind restored and bound to me.' Her whispering voices were somewhere between giving orders and begging for help. She knew that if the figures refused she'd have no choice, she couldn't stand by and let him die… no Al… no, not after all this time.
The little girl was crying again. She was sat in a tall tower now, there was a knock at the door. An elderly servant dressed in grey robes shuffled into the room carrying a large stack of books. He placed them on the girl's table without a word and shuffled out of the room. The little girl shot off her bead, grabbing a candle as she did so. Several hours later she'd read half the volumes, but they'd given her more questions than answers, however, there was hope in the books. Hope that one day she might be able to save him, to make him whole once again.
Livia snapped back to the present and watched as the dog launched itself at her brother's jugular. Blood already seeped from his back where the foolish angel had stabbed him again and again, he seemed to be ever so slightly peeved by that. That was until the dog hit home, the Varghulf screeched as the flesh was torn from its throat, but it didn't fall. It swung its colossal head to face the creature, then looked back to the mage who was now being nursed by the angel. The beast lumbered towards the wounded warrior and the beast that had attacked it. Again it raised its right forelimb, claw pointed down ready to skewer either of the two figures beneath it.
Livia seeing this thrust the gem forward again, her chorus was a moanful screech this time,
'If you want that angel alive soldier, and believe me you do! Take the gem and move!'