The crowds started to gather at the front gate, illuminated by the pale light of the full moon. They start to chant, the words unintelligible, as several torches of flame are ignited and raised high, banishing the darkness that had surrounded the immediate area.

They have learned that the shadows and darkness would never be their allies.

The crowd, a mod now, starts to get restless; each group of people acting differently. The Military men, silent as they watch the shadows. The Magicians, jumpy at all of the noise. The civilians, The Mundane, Irritated at the lack of response from the chant, start moving towards the forest either side of the path only to be pulled back by a magician who knows my trick.

Knows that the trees will follow my will.

Knows that even trees can kill if you don't suspect it.

I observe silently in the shadow on a balcony, watching as, with a crack, the crowd goes silent. A figure, and the Bain of my current existence, appears at the front, facing the crowd. The sea of faces stare as the figure brushes down her cloak, her usually bushy brown hair, straightens and pulled into a ponytail.

My face, normally blank of emotions, stretches into a silent snarl as the firelight reflects off a wedding ring that adorns her finger. Her voice tickles the edge of my hearing; the tone, once soothing to my troubled consciousness, now used to focus the crown, to ready them...

... For my Execution.

I close my eyes and focus myself, gaining control of my emotions once more, It is to dangerous to lose control for me anymore.

My eyes snap open as, with another crack, the power fighters arrive. these two are the heavy hitters, true power at their beck and call; their to tear down my protections and place their own around my home, to hinder me and stop me from running, which is fine.

I don't plan on running.

The two fighters stand quietly, Two men who have gone from Teacher and Student to bitter enemies and finally, reluctant allies. Their shared desperation, more urgent than their hatred of each other. They stand side by side, eyes glowing, one set of Sparkling Ocean Blue, the other bloody Crimson Red, Staring at my home, looking at the protection that only the caster, me, or those with The Sight Can see.

I growl quietly, letting my voice float into the forest that surrounds them as i feel them building up their energy, breaching the protections as they chant. The Mystical and almost demonic energy of the protections i had woven, groan under the strain, fighting back valiantly as they try to protect their Mistress and Creator.

I feel them begin to buckle as I move away from the wall, vanishing in a swirl of smoke from the balcony to the entrance hall. The shadows forming into a Sparkling Obsidian blade with just a flick of my wrist.

I relax my hold on the protections, letting them collapse and concerning the Magicians, knowing that will know that they didn't break through them.

I take deep, slow breaths, smiling softly as i hear soft footsteps. I open my eyes and look at my pride and joy, Jennifer, turned from a useless mundane teenager into a skilled warrior and healer with power all her own.

she gives a look of silent enquiry, her concern and worry shining in her choclate brown eyes as I shake my head silently. I watch as she sadly nods and gives a loving gaze before vanishing into smoke, fleeing the coming battle.

I listen quietly as the mob gets closer to the front doors, not even flinching as they are blasted off the hinges and fly past me, shattering as they impact the marble staircase. I stare silently as they enter, weapons drawn.

Not even the idiots of the group would ever into my home without a weapon drawn.

My eyes look over everyone as my hand tenses around the hilt of my blade. Only one gave it more than a cursory glance so only one saw the markings engraved into the blade.

I had already started to swing as he opens his mouth to give a warning, my blade slices through the air and a blood red ark of energy, crackling in its intensity, flows from the blade at speed, slicing through the potential speaker as well as a good dozen of the bodies behind him.

I ignore the bodies as they drop, my slitted violet eyes, darkened with tightly controlled malice, stay locked with Ocean Blue, Filled with both sadness and disappointment.

I feel the Mages of the group begin to gather their power and begin to do the same, smashing through the power blocking barrier around my home that is keyed to me. The mundane are forced to retreat as the Magic's that fill the air get heavy, making it harder to breathe.

An illusion of Black Flame explodes from my feet, surrounding me as my power keeps growing. Several sets of eyes widen when their power finishes building. Several vanish with a crack before I get the barrier up, trapping the rest in the room with me.

They start to attack, hoping to end it before I finish; a foolish thought. A Myriad of colours fill the room, streaking towards me, only to vanish from existence when it comes into contact with the Flames of Darkness, My aura, the representation of my Magic.

I take a slow breath, the flame growing into a raging inferno as i release every block and limiter, building my power to dangerous levels, suicidal even. I open my eyes and look at them all before smirking, the hail fire of colour continues as I tense my arms, moving into position for another swing.

Everyone tenses and increases the onslaught; I know this attack will b e my last, not even i would survive the level of power that is thrown towards me. I give a faint smile as an image of Jennifer enters my mind; I banish the image as i get ready.

I grip the hilt and start my swing; my aura vanishes and takes my protection with it as the markings on my blade glow, becoming infused with the entirety of my power, shining a deep blood red.

Black and red lightning arches from the blade to the bodies and continues to jump from body to body after frying them from the inside out.

I stare at the lights as they come closer with a mask of serenity and calm, waiting for the end to come. The lights come closer still as the torches begin to flicker, the flames on the walls following suit. A noticeable chill settles into the air, making them shiver in fear and cold while welcoming me like an old friend.

I glance around before looking at the lights that hang infront of my face, less that two feet from impacting. I look at it curiously before blinking as my world bursts in an explosion of light, blinding me.

I calmly close my eyes, waiting for the head my mind associates with light to vanish. After it cools, i open my eyes and take in my new surroundings.

The Twelve shining silver thrones instantly catch my attention. Sitting around the edge of the room, they face the centre and the entrance. Stunning silver walls engraved with white gold in the form of the ancient language of the gods from Olympus. The light from the open roof making the writing Sparkle.

I look around and shift through my memories of my study of the language on the walls before moving to the door, Creating a identical throne as the rest with the writing customised to represent Hades, Lord of the underworld, before sitting in it.

I look down at my outfit and smile, my torn and bloody battle robes have been replaced with a full length dress, The strapless dress is wrapped around my chest like a corset, fitting my body and showing off my curvy body shape. the dress flows from my hips, allowing east movement with the help of the split down from might thigh down, showing off muscle toned but definitely feminine legs with high hells boots that end just under my knees. The fabric is ruffled slightly with a dark red colouring, black trimming finish off the matching dress and boots.

I rest my ankle of my knee as i lean back into the comfortable throne, the smirk that plays on my lips adding to the impression that i belong in this seat. My abilities reacting to the irritation i feel at so much light, reach out from my shadow and change the white gold that is engraved all over the throne, turning it into perfectly smooth obsidian.

I rest my elbow on the arm rest, my chin resting ontop of my closed hand with the back of my hand fancing towards the room shortly before the double doors that seal the entrance swing open silently, covering the main thrones in light while putting the thrones either side of the door is shadow.

The hades Throne being one of these.

I watch silently as several figures walk into the room, talking quietly to eachother as they walk to their seats. As they all sit down the door behins to close only to be forced open again, making everyone look up sharply as four figures enter, several of those seated flinch as they see who entered.

Zeus frowns at who he sees before regaining a calm expression and begins to speak, making me smirk when i feel the power he weaves into his voice and words. "Thanatos, why are you here and why have you brought your... Sisters with you. We did not summon you." I roll my eyes at the attitude, vaguely reminded of a blonde ferret i met once.

I watch Thanatos and get the feeling he is only just stopping himself from doing the same before he starts to speak, his voice soft and calm just like his personality. "It is not your summons, Mi Lord, but that of Lord Hades. As much as he would wish it otherwise, The vote of all of you is required to handle a soul that will be passing over shortly, Lord Hades has refused to allow her into Tartarus." He pauses slightly as i raise my eyebrow at that tidbit of information before looking around at everyone else's shocked faces.

I look at the three viciously Beautiful Woman that followed Thanatos in, watching as they grin at the shock. As i look over their forms, covered in bloody and torn white, form fitting robes, my Mind works through my memories of my time studying Greek legends. They rapidly reveal the women to be called The Keres, Three female Dream spirites of violent Death.

I bite my lip and give an inaudible grown as i look over their forms lustfully, I pause before smirking as gather several memories of Bloody battles. I send them to the Keres via telepathy, bouncing it off several walls first to stop them locating me.

Zeus and the others flinch and look at them sharply as they collapse to their knees, their eyes closed as they shiver while biting their lip. I tilt my head and frown slightly when all Thanatos does is shake his head slightly. I smirk unrepentantly when he glances in my direction.

I watch as the Keres finally calm down, Flames rising from the ground next to Thanatos, revealing someone i have had the pleasure of meeting once before.

Hades.

He frowns before scowling at his Brother as the expression is returned. Thanatos, sensing the emotions quickly intervenes "Mi Lords and Ladies, I suggest we continue this discussion and debate in private." He straightens and glances in my directions before speaking. "Mi Lords and Ladies, May i present to you, Lady Alexandria Le Fey. A sorceress that, with completed training, could Match Lady Circe in ability and power." He waves his hand towards me and i let the shadows fade away as light shines into my corner, a teasing smirk on my lips as The Elder Wand rests on the arm rest, The Resurrection Stone on the hand that covers the warn handle while the cloak is draped over my shoulders. "Of course, I had forgotten." None of those present could miss the bitter sarcasm in his voice."Lady Le Fey is the Mistress of Death."

I smirk softly to myself as they all look on with slight horror at the throne, Zeus' face hardens as he looks at me before standing tall, a forced calm tinting his words. "You understand why you have been summoned here?" I refrain from rolling my eyes and just nod, a bored expression on my face. "Very well, now leave this Chamber so we can decide your fate." I twitch slightly as i feel the compulsion in his words, I stay sat, a bored look, as i try to fight it before getting up a minute later, pretending it was my decision, hiding that i had been forced to submit, the Keres follow me out of the doors that shut behind us.

I speak softly to the Keres, plans forming in my mind as i begin to sway them to my side as i use their bloodlust and arousal against them as i clouds their already precarious Mindset.

30 Minutes later and they agree with my words, just in time as we are called back into the throne room by Thanatos. I lead them back into the room and stand next to Hades, hiding a smirk at the look he shoots me.

I tilt my head softly and watch as The Fates walk in behind us, giving me an idea of their Verdict. "Now that everyone has been gathered, we can proceed, Positions everyone." All of the gods along with the Fates, Thanatos and the Keres get into position around me. "Lady Le Fey, You are going to be sent to a different Galaxy in the distant past, Where different races of people live on different planets. What race you become has not been chosen. The power that the Fates call upon will Judge you when you arrive and decide the race suitable." I nod silently as i listen, pushing my nervousness down ruthlessly.

They begin to chant, each god, a different language, Old, New, even languages that are thought forgotten and lost on earth. I close my eyes and expand my senses, my mental eye, a version of Mage Sight, Flashed into existence and scans the room. I watch as power levels build, taking control of their bodies, using them as hosts and preventing them from cancelling the Ritual prematurely.

I develop a shark like grin as the Keres begin to chant differently, the words familiar to my ears as i summon dark flames in front of Thanatos, Writing a message as the Mistress of Death.

I growl quietly as my energy retreats inside me, borrowing deep and making me wonder if the Keres have defaulted on our deal before relaxing as it stops moving and settles down. I sigh softly as i realise i am going to need years of training again to get to the level of control i used to have.

The floor under my feet starts to darken from glowing Silver to Ocean Blue, the water like substance rippling from where my feet touch the surface. As their chanting reaches a peak, Screeches fill my ears as a Woosh is heard, the water bursting up and engulfing my before receding into the floor, leaving nothing behind as the world around me vanishes in a burst of light.

Now, everyone has their own idea of what being the Master/Mistress of Death means, this is my version.

Lady Alexandria Le Fey, is Not immortal, Extended life maybe, but she can die from old age, she can die from battle, wounds etc. What Being the Master/Mistress of Death in this fic means is that, she has a power increase, not much but some, to help explain why the Elder Wand is suppose to be unbeatable. What being the Master/Mistress of Death gives you is One change, You get to give Death, any version of Him/Her One Order that He/She has to obey until the next Master/Mistress of Death gives an Order, at which point, the previous Order is Voided.

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Isabella.