We are back with another chapter! This one was all me.

Yeah, I had a huge migraine... Thank U for actually writing this for me.

Lots of snapping in this chapter today. Enjoy!

Equinox POV

"It… isn't.. GOOD ENOUGH!" I roared as I sliced through the demon who had presented the sword to me. I pulled it out, and he just rubbed his shoulder in pain. I growled. This weapon was USELESS! I needed a good weapon, one that could retrieve what I needed… from my damned brother.

"Why did you bring this useless thing to me?" I shrieked, holding up the plain iron sword that was totally unadorned. Nothing to mark it as a demon's weapon, much less a good one. "You expect me to kill my brother with such a pathetic thing? This couldn't kill YOU! What makes you think…" I hissed, throwing the sword on the ground as it started to melt and change shape. "It is capable of killing an angel, if I can't even kill YOU with it! It's pathetic, and this mortal weapon WAS covered in rust!" I said, indicating to the weapon which was reshaping itself into chains and a collar. Picking it up, I threw it at him and it latched around his throat. He choked for a second before it magically readjusted itself around its neck.

"You... aren't reall-" He choked as the chain was pulled upwards into the shadows, where he started screaming before whimpering.

"DON'T KILL HIM THIS TIME!" I shouted, and turn back to my throne where I sat awaiting somebody to appear. Almost the second I sat down, the doors burst open and in came a tall demon with pale skin, black raggedy hair, canine ears on the sides of his head, red eyes, a black leather jacket, a red shirt and red pants, and bare feet that were covered in a black fur with large yellowed claws. He grinned with a toothy smile that revealed all his teeth were sharpened into fangs and dagger-like points. In a loud, booming voice that sounded more like a bark he said, "Hello, my queen! I have returned with your MUCH requested item!" He said, holding out the lower half of a grey sword hilt. My eyes widened in unbelieving shock; He had actually found it?

"Well, Cerbarium? Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to give it to me?" I snarled at him. I had been in far too bad of a mood since that Taylor girl had been locked up. I had unsealed her lips three times so physics could try and brainwash her, but none had succeed. Damned powder was interfering too much. Telekinesis was overrated anyway. He walked up to me, put it at my feet, bowed, and walked out of the room as he argued with himself.

"We should have kept it for ourselves!"

"NO! That would be…"

This bickering seized when I had the doors slam shut. I turned down to look at the fragment of my heart, and pulled out a large, torn, ragged bundle. Unwrapping it, I took out my mask and grinned. Maybe I would succeed in using that girl in my revenge against Carmella Paige… I did need the tortured blood and souls of those I hate and who also hated me, so it could defiantly wait a few minutes. Putting it to the side of my throne, I pulled out some shattered gray fragments of my sword. They started to glow red, as did the larger part, and floated together. I was blinded by a flash of red light. When it cleared, I grinned as I saw the sword nearly restored. Only the bottom half and one fragment from the center of the blade. I already felt a massive surge of power… soon… very soon… I started to laugh maniacally.

..-..-..-..

I walked past dozens of empty, dusty, and cobweb-covered jail cells and skeletons until I came to one illuminated by torchlight. Inside was Taylor, and I smirked as I saw her eyes were fearful and yet still had fight in them despite the hours of torture I'd inflicted to her. I snapped my fingers, and her mouth was uncovered by stone. She immediately barfed into a bucket which had been placed there two or so hours ago. She glared at me with hate, despite the clear fear she was showing on her face.

"So you still don't want to cooperate?" I asked her, fully knowing her answer would be no.

She chose to be a bit more spiteful, and spat at me as she said, "Never, you fucking crazy lunatic."

"Now, now…" I purred, getting ready to enjoy what I was about to do. I reached into my jacket's pocket and pulled out an orange potion that had a pink and grey tinge to it. I uncorked it, and asked her one last time:

"Are you sure about this? It may be your last minute as yourself… " I grinned, holding up the potion. I had labeled it in English clearly as enslavement potion: adaptable form. Her eyes had lost any signs of bravery, now they just showed pure fear.

"Isn't that.. what you used on Josh?" She asked, gulping down whatever vomit she might have had again. I grinned as I snapped my fingers, and a part of her arm turned back to flesh, revealing a bleeding cut. I walked over, ignoring her stare, and collected a few drops into the potion. It started to bubble, before changing a totally gray color.

"You'll nev-"

I snapped my fingers once again as she talked, and the part of her arm the turned to flesh turn to stone again as her mouth turned to stone and was frozen in a open position. I grinned, enjoying every moment of her torture… and drinking it all up. Speaking of drinking it all up, I made her drink the entire thing forcibly. I snapped my fingers again, and her mouth turned to normal. The expression on her face showed she was clearly trying to fight it, but losing. After a minute, her eyes glazed over, and she said: "How may I serve my mistress, and why have you chained me?"

I grinned, snapping my fingers as her legs, waist, and arms turned back to flesh. The chains unlatched, and she crossed her arms and bowed. I snapped my fingers, and a French maid's outfit materialized over her clothes.

"Your first order… clean the dragon's den."

"No." She said, looking up. The expression in her eyes had changed to normal, and she clenched her fists. Well, looks like she was being rebellious. Damn interfering powder… ah well, I had the satisfaction of knowing eventually she'd be mine to control and then eventually a statue... probably a centerpiece for good. I turned my attention back to her, where she had ripped off the maid's dress and looked as if she were prepared to run. I snapped my fingers, and she forcibly got into the position she had been in when chained. Her entire body minus her head turned to stone this time, and she glared at me with hate.

"Screw you Equinox." She spat at me again. So annoying…

"Shut up, slave." I snapped.

"Yes mistress." She said sleepily with her eyes glazed over again. They changed back to normal and she had a terrified look on her face.

"Did I just call mistress mistress?" She said, her eyes widening with shock once she said that. I grinned, clearly glad to see the potion winning out over the negative effects of the powder. In a day or so, she'd be mine. I grinned and snapped my fingers, covering all her face except her eyes and mouth. She glared at me, and just to test something, I said:

"I'm leaving now… be a good slave and stay quiet." I said smirking.

"Never Eq- Yes, mistress." She said, her eyes glazing over and then reverting back. I left the cell, taking one last look at her wide and terrified eyes. I loved my job.

I had something really smart to say, but I forgot what. I hate when that happens. So tell me in the reviews: What do you think Equinox's plans are? And how is Cerbarium alive?

Talk to you later, guys!