Disclaimer: I do not own Balem or the Jupiter Ascending universe (though I wouldn't mind owning Balem =D) but I do own Amoya whatever other characters that are in existence for this story.

A.N: Hello! Once again! Welcome to the sequel of Fascination. After many months of having this story in my head, I was finally able to get it down properly. I've always had this idea, but it was a pain to get out of my head in the way I wanted. I don't want to talk too much about that because then I'd spoil the story. The only thing I will say further is as you are reading this story, try to keep in mind I love creating messes, but I also clean them up. Cause if you are like me, you'd want to know these things.

As per my usual custom, this story is finish, so no one has to worry about me not completing this story. This story is roughly the same length as Fascination which means it's going to take me that long or longer to update this.

Tie-Ins: So far I have a fanmade trailer and a picspam for this story as talked more about on my profile and where to find them, mostly cause links don't work here. Also any time, there is a new character (as there are quite a few) you can check the picspam if you want to have a idea who I think plays who, as it has a full cast list of all the characters for this story.

Song Inspiration: Also as with it's predecessor, there will be an playlist that I upload after I finish the story. But for the purpose of this story, the theme song is Rihanna's Russian Roulette. At least it's the theme song for the first half of the story.

So without any further ado, introducing the second installment of the Fascination Series: Revolution!

Prologue: So it begins...

Dizziness.

That's what hit Amoya Abrasax, former Earthling and now Queen of the Verse, when she slowly woke from a haze. Her eyesight seem to be double, triple even. It took a few moments for the haze to wear off enough, for Amoya to become aware of herself.

She was laying down, staring up at a tiled marble like ceiling. Amoya groaned before slowly sitting up. Her throat was dry as jack. Absently, she reached up to rub it as she took in her surroundings.

It looked to be like a spacious operating room except without all the equipment hanging everywhere. The room was sterile white. So white, that the even the low light, bouncing off the room, seem to drill into her eyes, making them hurt.

Amoya shut her eyes and dug the heel of her hand into her eyes. It was then she felt something wet on her eyelid and went to wipe it with her hand only to find that whatever wetness was coming from said hand.

So she carefully used her forearm to wipe her eyes.

There.

That seemed to wipe it away.

The Caribbean girl swallowed and managed peel open her eyes enough to focus on her hand. It took a long moment until she realized she was seeing red. She blinked and held up her other hand and found that it too had a sticky red substance on it.

Amoya blinked as her eyes trailed down to her lap. A horrified half scream left her throat once she process exactly what she was looking at. It was all over the front of her blouse and her hands. She watched in morbid fascination as the thick substance flaked off her arm as she moved it, falling to the grey padded operating table she was laying on.

She let out another gasp as she scrambled off it. Choking back bile, as she realized there was blood all over the padded table as well as herself.

Tears began to swim in her eyes as her head continued to pound.

"Balem?" she whispered the familiar name of her husband of 11 years. Her voice cracked and she cleared it.

Her eyes sought a door and she stumbled to it and banged on it. It didn't have a door knob but a keypad next to it. She pushed at the buttons.

Nothing happened.

"Balem!" she called out with a pound on the door. She rested her forehead on the door shutting her eyes for a brief moment. Why wasn't her husband answering her? Where was he?

"Ahh, you are finally awake." came a disembodied voice echoing in the room.

Amoya jumped at the voice. She stumbled back gracelessly as the door slid up to the ceiling, opening. She stared at the doorway in a frozen stupor.

Standing there was a man and woman, neither of which looked older than their early 20's. They may could pass for late teens, unless one looked into their eyes.

They both had the most vibrant reptilian green eyes that Amoya had ever seen. They seemed unnaturally green with a small black pupil. Smaller than an average human. Both their eyes had designs like a pinwheel in them. They both had dark hair that was mostly streaked with green.

The man was tall and seem to fill the doorway. He had high cheekbones and full lips. His was dark chocolate with short cropped hair that was very thick. His ears were pointed and seemed to have come kind of hard skin on the tips. For some reason it reminded Amoya of the skin of a reptile.

The woman was of a shorter stature. Her hair was short and framed her face. She seemed to be on the brown sugar side with a baby face and almond like eyes. She also had full lips and like her companion the tips of her ears seem to look like reptilian skin.

They were both dressed in a similar uniform. Black turtlenecks, slacks and boots with a gothic style, dark green trench coats.

Amoya surveyed this all in a span of seconds. "Who-who are you? What do you want and where is Balem Abrasax?"

The man gave a low bow. "If you come with me, my master will explain everything, unless you want to clean up first?" His green reptilian eyes locked onto hers.

Amoya lifted her hand in a slight dismissal. "I want to know where my husband is!"

The man gave a slow nod before straightening and turning. He turned and gestured for her to go ahead. His companion was already walking away. Amoya hesitated before following the woman who had yet to say anything.

She followed them a piece before they came to the bridge. Amoya realized pretty quickly that she was on a ship.

But this ship wasn't familiar to her.

Upon entering the bridge, a woman of medium stature turned to her.

"Welcome aboard Vipera. I am Captain Talipi."

Captain Talipi had a small nose and flinty eyes. Her long black hair was braided with what looked to be a ribbon. She wore a dark green uniform, heralding her as Captain of the ship. Amoya thought she looked to be Middle Eastern descent.

Her dark eyes studied Amoya giving her the once over. "You didn't want to clean up first?" she asked mildly. She didn't seem overly concerned that Amoya was covered in blood.

Amoya was getting tired of the runaround. "I want answers", she ground out. "I will not ask again! Where am I and where is my husband, Balem Abrasax?"

Captian Talipi paused before turned and pressing a button on a control panel. "She's awake, my lord."

"I can see that", came the disembodied voice that sounded earlier. Amoya could not make out who it was since it was so robo-like. All she got was that it was male. It was too deep to be female.

"Who are you and why don't you show yourself?" asked Amoya.

"Who I am is unimportant right now. And we will meet in due time. What matters is our current standing."

Amoya's temper frayed and she yelled, "I am in no mood for games! What have you done to me?"

The voice seemed unaffected as he replied mildly, "I have not done anything, my Lady. What makes you think that blood is yours? I trust you aren't ailing."

Amoya felt her blood chill. It was true. She didn't feel sick or in pain. She hadn't really realized it until now. Except for the pounding in her head she was perfectly fine. "What...what are you talking about?" she managed to choke out.

"You don't remember? How fortuitous." There was a pause, "Must be all the stress taking its toll."

Amoya growled and was about to say something but the voice continued:

"That blood, my lady...is Balem Abrasax's."

TBC...

A.N: Last reminder, I like making messes, I clean them up. =D