Hello everyone! Im glad to be speaking to you once again. Sorry for the long delay on this new chapter. I hope everyone that reads enjoys themselves greatly and just gets sucked into the story I've laid out for you all. Thanks so much and enjoy a side of Selina you've never seen before.


Selina was not in the best of moods. Her hand stood placed on her freckled cheek and her elbow leaned on the arm of her throne. Her throne room was painted charcoal and contained red drapes that covered the sun from her view. Even though that sunlight weakness was only a myth didn't mean that she enjoyed the sun any less. And it definitely didn't make vampires sparkle!

Selina was of a small demeanor and was the definition of slender. Skinny arms, legs, and a perfect waist wasn't an excuse for anyone that trifled with her. Her midnight hair covered a bit of her eyes which were a deep shade of crimson red. Annoyed with this, she blew the hair from her face.

"Where is that woman I sent for those two? I do admit trying to keep them alive is a difficult task but she is surely capable of it…isn't she?"

She wanted them alive only to be able to finish them off herself. Was that too much to ask? Apparently so since they were still on the loose like the rabid animals they were. She did have to admit, that Vergil was something special having that ability that only one in a million vampires do. The question was, how did he get it?

"Lady Selina, I have news to deliver."

A servant of the Mistress rushed into the room and went down to one knee lowering his head in respect. He was dressed in standard uniform for every servant she had. The Elysian was astonished to hear this and stood to her feet.

"What is it you have to report," Selina asked but more along demanded to know.

"Vergil and Lycretes have slain the woman you've sent after them. They are all alone in the ruins of the meeting field. Shall I send for reinforcements," The loyal servant asked.

She was appalled to hear this as she was sure they would be here by now. She thought the assassin would be successful but apparently fate was against her. Something had to be done about those two. Her plans required the duo to be killed or at least out of the way. She had to do something more drastic, more clear-cut, and more…efficient. She needed someone…or something to get the job done. Suddenly, the answer became clear for her like it always does.

"No, they aren't required for this task. I need a greater force to take these men down. Take me to the dungeon immediately. I have the perfect person in mind."

The servant stood up and bowed towards his mistress.

"Understood, my Mistress. This way if you please?"

The man stood ahead of his Mistress and walked her through the twists and turns of the palace. Many statues and paintings were placed in the hallways showing events of old. As she walked she had fully realized how big her inherited palace was. When her father was murdered due to an attack on the kingdom he had reigned such a long time ago she was left this entire place to run and raise. Selina was only 7,000 years old at the time which was 17 in human years. Now she was a 34,000 year old Queen and proud of her lineage. It's what has kept her together and strong throughout the years. Without it, she would've gone mad many years before. Knowing there were others before doing the same job probably many years younger than she was made her sure that she was capable. She had made many mistakes and she'll probably make septillion more but after every mistake, was a victory.

"Mistress, we've arrived," Her servant said aloud.

Selina was startled at his words and almost tripped on her own two feet. Quickly gaining her composure once more, she instructed the vampire to leave at once.

"This is something I must see to alone. Please attend to anything around the palace that needs attention and just in case do ready some soldiers," Selina requested of him.

"As you wish Lady Selina, but there's one thing I must request of you. Please…don't do anything rash. We need you in one piece to run this palace. I'm sure if anything happened to you this kingdom would fall apart. I'm prepared to risk my life for you and I know you'd do the same for this kingdom…but please…make sure you don't fall into a pit you can't climb out of. That is my only wish."

He bowed swiftly and made his exit a hasty one.

Selina was a bit shaken up by her servant's words but he was right. Without an heir or anyone to run the kingdom, it would fall apart. Her entire family was dead and her former suitor…was in dire need to be killed and she would finally have the chance. Her lean legs walked her past every cell. They contained ghastly creatures such as ghouls, monsters or even worse…Lycans. They were the worst of all. Selina shuddered at the thought of them. If she could, she'd wipe the werewolf population off the face of the Earth.

As she passed the grotesque monsters they would either shiver in the corner of their cell, scared that she had come for them to receive punishment, or just simply go about their lives like she was never there. A fellow bloodsucker made prisoner only 200 years ago glared at the queen as if she was an eyesore. Selina didn't like that one bit. She stopped short of his cell and folded her arms. Without setting her eyes on him, his eyes started to spark and finally caught on fire. Screams of agony came from the vampire as he felt excruciating pain from the flames that had sprouted from his eye-sockets just moments ago. When Selina had her fill, the flames disappeared like they were doused by an invisible source. A grin was placed on Selina's face and she continued to walk past like nothing had happened.

Finally nearing her destination, Selina's heels finally ceased their clacking. She stood in front of the cell seeing only pure darkness. Strange enough, it reeked of pure tobacco. The man in this cell hadn't been out of his cell in 12,000 years.

She cleared her throat readying herself for conversation.

"Listen. I have a task for you my undead friend. Two traitorous children of mine are on the prowl as we speak and I need them found now. I need them hunted down and brought back to me…alive."

He took in a puff of his cigarette letting the light of the fire reveal himself to her and exhaled towards Selina.

The soldier was sitting down on the bench that every prisoner had in their cell. Maybe soldier wasn't the correct term. He was decayed at the face; his skin looked putrid with blotches every which way. He donned a military outfit you'd see people in the army wearing. Only, this man didn't just fight in one war. He'd fought in all of them. His lust for battle made him restless as he realized millennia ago that his sole purpose in life was to fight.

"When did this become my problem? Don't you have millions of warriors at your disposal? Why waste your time here in this pit for one useless man," The warrior asked indifferently.

"Because Polemos, I can make all of your dreams come true. A war is coming to Elysia and I want you to command my armies. You were made for battle and that's something that I respect. I respect it so much…I've decided to release you from this stink hole of a dungeon."

The proposition fell onto deaf ears as Polemos continued to take in the nicotine that invaded his undead body. It caused no harm but gave him no pleasure like it did for humans. Being a zombie could only take you so far.

"If that doesn't suit your fancy I might have something that does. You remember your beloved don't you? What was her name again? Hmmmm…oh yes! Eirene was it?"

Polemos crushed his cigarette and swiftly ran towards Selina, grabbing the bars that were placed between them. His jaw began to clench from such trash speaking the name of his betrothed.

"Don't you dare repeat the name of my true love! You don't deserve to speak of such an angelic person as you are filth compared to her! Once she was lost to my addiction to war…I…I can never forgive myself."

Selina scoffed at this threat knowing that she could kill him in an immediate second. Thankfully, her patience was high towards this situation. Just at that moment, another grin took place at the mouth of the queen.

"Now what if I told you…I have her here in this very palace of mine?"

Polemos' eyes grew wide with surprise as he slipped his hand off of the bars and stepped away from the woman in front of him.

"I-Impossible! I saw her die right before my eyes!" Polemos shouted blasphemously. "Don't tell me lies you wretched witch!"

"No lies Polemos. Just spoils of your task."

Selina extended her arm, opening her hand.

Thoughts, doubts, and memories passed through Polemos' head. There was no way this she-devil was trustworthy whatsoever. Whatever this bitch was selling he definitely didn't want. The only thing that had been tormenting him was she couldn't have known about her. This was the first time they had ever spoken. There was something definitely wrong with this scenario but even with his freedom and being at the front lines shredding up whoever stood in his path, seeing his only love Eirene once more would be enough to help him throw that all away. He would run away with her, somewhere that this hound of a woman couldn't touch them. His mind was made up.

"Well Polemos? What is it going to be?"

His eyes dropped down to Selina's hand and then raised up towards her face looking into her sadistic eyes. Extending his arm as well he clasped the Mistresses' hand tight making the deal that would change his fate.

She released his hand and a snap from Selina's fingers rung through the dungeon. Suddenly, a portal appeared under Polemos sinking him into darkness slowly. He tried to escape its clutches but it was of no use. Selina waved to him as she giggled to herself.

"Good luck my new undead servant. You'll certainly need it…"

Chapter 3: The Deal