Quietus Décor

By Rhodes18

My first attempt at a piece of writing here at Fanfiction and I've decided to bite the bullet and dive right into the good stuff. Crossovers are always such fun to write and the one's that are written well are always an amazing read. As such, I hope you enjoy.

Summary – Wyatt is 22 and his mother has at last deemed him worthy to wield Excalibur. Problems arise as a spell goes awry and another Wyatt pops into existence, although this Wyatt calls himself Arthur.

Pairings – Wyatt/Arthur x Merlin, Prudence/Morgana x Gwen, Piper x Leo, Phoebe x Coop, Paige x Henry, Chris x Bianca, more may come later.

Prologue

Somewhere in the cavernous mess of corridors, caves and caverns that made up the Underworld, deep down beneath the Earth's crust, was one particular cavern that contained a powerful evil.

The cavern itself was only one room but the area that it covered was quite large, set out in a circular shape. Directly in the centre was a large cauldron, clearly put there for the sole reason of being the first thing all those who entered saw. Nearly every available space surrounding the cauldron was taken by furniture that had been placed up against the walls; tables and shelves, and even one large cupboard, had been placed around the room, all of them holding some kind of magical item. Be they potion ingredients (body parts of animals, creatures, and what appeared to be human, were the main sort of ingredients that could be seen, followed by different herbs and plants), and books, each containing magical knowledge; like potion recipes, spell books, and information on every species, those magical and those not.

However, while the torches etched deep shadows onto the walls, and the stone that made the walls had been smoothed down so it managed to resemble normal walls; no exit could be seen. There was no doorway that would enable someone, or more probable, something, to leave the room. But more than that, words and patterns were engraved in the walls, glowing softly, managing to shine brightly, even in the dim light the torches brought. Spells had been cast deep into the wall in order to make the soul occupant remain captive inside.

The inhabitant of the room was a woman, beautiful by human standards, which meant that many mortals and good creatures would be enchanted by her luminescent beauty. Indeed, so were many evil creatures as well. She had a number of paramours in the dank Underworld, willing to do all that she asked of them; ranging from some of the highest level demons all the way down to those considered the lowest of the low. So although she could not leave her prison, she was not as trapped as others thought because other beings were free to come and go as they pleased, and they would agree to bring her, or do for her, whatever she wanted in order to please her.

She stood tall and proud before the large pot and her features, which were practically perfect as well as enthralling, were pulled back in a sneer and her eyes were cold and hard as she gazed upon the book she had placed on the small table beside the cauldron. It contained a black liquid, thick and oozing silently beneath her careful ministrations. It gurgled as she slowly stirred the contents of the pot, and it boiled slowly due to a magical heat, as apart from the torches that hung on the walls in metal brackets, no other fire or warmth was in the room. She watched with an expectant stare, as the liquid began to bubble, releasing an odour of rotting flesh in the air as they began to burst.

This was apparently supposed to happen, for she pulled the spoon out, leant over the rim and breathed the smell in deeply. Pulling back, her eyes gleamed with triumph as she added the last of the long and thin, white fingers that had lay on a plate beside the book.

The reaction was instantaneous, as grey smoke billowed up due to the small explosion that had occurred inside the cauldron, a large fire suddenly burst into existence in the cave. However although the flame appeared at the same time as the explosion, it had nothing to do with the potion she was brewing and everything to do with the figure that stood on the ground that the flames had licked just seconds before.

It was taller than any mortal man could possibly grow, almost touching the height of eight feet. It was unnaturally pale, wrinkled white skin pulled over a gaunt face. The eyes had sunk deep into their sockets and no hair was on its face, whether it be on the top of the head, the chin or even above the mouth. None of these were what you noticed first though, these were the things you noticed later, after glancing twice at the thing that towered over the entire room. It was the grin that you noticed first; the disturbed smile that nearly stretched from ear to ear and sat grotesquely near the bottom of its face.

Despite the intimidation this creature could naturally cause, the woman's face quickly smoothed out and she looked up at it in a way that could be seen as warm, her eyes had turned from hard and unfeeling to glittering sapphires, as welcoming as the sea.

"Ah, Mikhail." Her tongue wrapped around the letters of his name, drawing the word out in an imitation of affection. "You took so long coming back this time, I was getting...worried." She paused long enough to make her concern seem genuine, and then ploughed into the more important things. "Did you get what I needed?" Instead of answering, its fingers reached into the pocket of its leather jacket and withdrew a box covered in white paper, whatever it was that the box contained, it was leaking through, and as such some of the paper was covered in thick red stains.

Gasping with delight she carefully took the package from the figure and turned sharply to place it on the table. She put it gently on the now empty plate that had contained the previous ingredient. Spending just enough time to smile at the demon, she soon turned her attention back to the present she had been brought. "You're just in time." She unwrapped the paper with deft fingers and focused on the leaking box that lay beneath. "I had just placed the eight spider demon fingers into the cauldron, and you appeared with my next ingredient." Smiling a wicked smile she pulled the contents out of the box with her now red fingers, "An Elder's heart." Seeming to ignore her earlier gentleness, she threw the heart into the boiling black liquid, which suddenly turned white. No explosion, no noise, no waiting; one moment it was black, the next it was white.

Smiling in apparent joy, she slammed the book shut and turned to the other being in the cavern. "I only need one more ingredient, one last thing. You will do me this one last favour won't you?" Taking the fact that the demon hadn't immediately flamed back out as an answer, she moved towards the large ornate cupboard and opened it. Her smile widened as it moved closer towards her and the cupboard.

"Now the book says that the last ingredient is demons blood. It doesn't specify which kind, so it shouldn't matter which kind we choose. In fact I have the perfect one in mind." Unknown to the other, instead of a crystal or a map that could lead them to the nearest demon in their vicinity, she had taken hold of a particularly sharp and jagged dagger.

"I was going to ask you to get a very high level demon, but I'm afraid that after all these years trapped in this room, I have grown incredibly impatient. So I guess you will have to do." Before the demon could react, she swung with the dagger hard, as well as fatally.

At this moment, it didn't matter that no sounds could ever escape the cavern, because even in the most grievous pain, the demon's screams were silent.

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That's the Prologue, I hope to get Chapter One up by next Saturday. Wish me luck because I've never worked on a schedule before, but hopefully I'll be back next Saturday.

Rhodes18