Chapter 2
A gargoyle trudged through cobwebs as it hastily made itself known through a passageway with all her complaining. "Why did they have to bury her so deep down?" She asked herself. But suddenly as if on cue, she spotted a white tomb in front of her. Her mouth formed a small grin of contentment as she circled the tomb reading the inscription engraved on top of the white marble cover. "Kryptos, huh? That's a laugh!" She snorted as she threw off the top and peered inside.
"The spell worked after all, she's now an emerald flower." She chortled. Indeed the girl was an emerald statue, the same girl that she had battled almost a thousand years ago in Greece. Her facial expression was a mixture of pain and acceptance as she held both of her hands on the place where her heart was in her body, the place that night caused her that much pain. "I question if she still remembers me." She wondered out loud as she gave a look of disgust at what was growing on the statue. Not weeds, but roses. White roses and their vines had covered her whole body, as she was some sort of angel.
"Dear princess of Greece, your highness. Awaken now so that you may claim your revenge on those who took advantage of you so many years ago." She chanted and watched.
The delicate roses quickly crumpled like paper, they turned black with embers glowing upon their gentle petals. The vines grew black and like that they were blown away along with the roses in a sea of dust by a strong gust of wind. The body started to shake hysterically as the gargoyle watched anxiously. Suddenly, a large crack had made itself known on her body as it spreaded throughout the whole statue. The eyes snapped open to reveal glowing a dangerous and angry red. Then she arched her back, letting out a painful howl as the emerald shell fell off the girl like it was glass.
The gargoyle smiled as she took a step back, prepared for what was going to come out. A hand took hold of the casket's edge as the rest of the body appeared. The gargoyle searched her up and down; she was the same beautiful, petite, delicate but a real fighter of a gargoyle that she was against back in the real battle of Greece.
The girl let out a howl revealing fangs and also wings that spreaded upon hearing her voice. The girl looked around alerted by the sound of silence. Her eyes searched through the whole room until they came upon the gargoyle, she opened her mouth in a hiss.
"Where are my brothers? My sisters? Where is my clan? What happened to the battle? Did we win?" She questioned when she took a step down from the casket. The other gargoyle let out a laugh, one that was all too familiar to the girl since she swooped down, grabbed the gargoyle's shoulders and slammed her against the damp and stone wall. "What is funny?" She snarled. "Nothing. My queen, you have slept for a thousand years. The battle is over, my lord." The gargoyle said to her. The girl let her arms fall to her side, and took a step back from the gargoyle. "No, No! This can't be! I can't remember anything, why is that?" She screamed gripping her head as she fell to her knees, tears poured down her face.
At the touch of gentle hands on her shoulders, she placed her own on them. She was lifted back on her feet although she felt her knees shake she stood despite her broken heart. "Your highness, I am your loyal servant with news of those who betrayed us." The gargoyle said getting down on one knee and looked down at the floor with a devious smirk. "Stop calling me your highness, call me Calantha." The gargoyle responded as she turned and placed one hand on her hip. "You said you knew the ones that betrayed us years ago, please explain."
"Certainly, the gargoyle known as Goliath and his clan quickly switched sides when they saw that we were slowly losing. Cowards." She told Calantha.
"But I did not see any gargoyles that were fighting our own on the battlegrounds except for that one I was fighting." Calantha excused. "They went after the human known as Alcander, my highness."
Her servant told her and smiled knowing that the human was her weak link. "Did he survive?" She whispered so softly the gargoyle thought she had said noting at all. "No, my highness. He did not survive." She told the silent gargoyle. "He was my best friend." Calantha said then tightened her fists. "We're going to attack their home soon and I will soon avenge Alcander's death! Will you lead me to them?" She snarled at the gargoyle behind her.
"It would be my pleasure." The gargoyle said her eyes turning a bright red as she smiled.
"I'm sorry, I didn't even get your name what is it?" She asked as she turned her back to her servant.
The demoness raised her head, her eyes glowing red themselves. "You may call me Demona, your highness," She answered and exposed her set of fangs.
