Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction biased in the world created by Anne Bishop in her Black Jewels Trilogy. The characters are however are original and copyright of their maker. Keep in mind that not all of these characters are mine. I use them with permission of the maker. This is a thread from Ebony, a forum I role-play on. The link is my homepage if you wish to check it out. As such not all of this is written by me and again is used with permission.

Shemjaeza Malakhim and Raith Malakhim are characters made by J and I use them with his permission. Demonica Lunaris is mine.

Place: Hayll
Characters: Green Jeweled Prince Shemjaeza Malakhim
Black Jeweled Black Widow Warlord Prince Raith Malakhim
Grey Jeweled Black Widow Queen Demonica Lunaris

Writer of this chapter: Me

Demonica unleashed her own webs and Raith's fell upon her, the scream she let out was not a high-pitched horror scream but something like a roar of fear, frustration. A battle call even mixed with the rest of it, determination, and fight. It was all there as her Gray clashed with his Red. He had the element of surprise but she had the power. She couldn't pull out and COULD destroy him completely but she wouldn't, not if she could help it.

The next clear thing she remembered was the rage and the fear that fueled it. Being on her feet, fighting the urge to go straight to Shem and Raith bowing before her. Nothing changed but she did reach out to her Prince on the Green thread. Jaeza? Love? You okay?

Her feet carried her to Raith as she remembered the webs crashing, the battle, his touch as she dragged herself out of the Abyss. What she remembered most though was the shattered chalice. She stepped very close to him, her hand moved under his chin, standing him upright before her. He was still very nude but it wasn't about that though. She had to be very very careful.

"Prince Malakhim," she spoke with a soft voice that was matched by a soft smile. Like a mother proudly talking to her son. Familiar but giving him the respect he deserved. Her knuckles brushed his cheek, opened so her hand cupped the side of it. Mother night what had she done? "Raith love..?" A hesitant test. Did he know who she was? What the time was? Where he was?

The man was more than she'd ever imagined. A Black Widow, natural, Black Jeweled Warlord Prince. Her hand moved over his neck, his shoulder, down his arm until she carefully took his hand in hers. She stared at his hand for a moment and carefully pressed on his ring finger, sliding out the snake tooth. Her golden eyes moved back up to him. He'd hit it from everyone, even her, for how long? And who else knew if anyone? The only other person she could think of was Kin.

Her index finger moved delicately over his wrist, his palm, up his ring finger all the while her eyes were locked on his. Black Jeweled Widow's Venom. She wasn't even sure she could do anything about it if he pricked her. She brushed her finger over the tip of the tooth, it was damn near suicide, one twitch and he'd poison her... And all the webs of defense she'd had, were gone thanks to him already.

Her smile grew as she pulled had hand away and was unharmed. She could work with him, carefully she would work with him. It was a risk she had to take. She needed his help if she wanted to remain a force to be reckoned with. Demonica sighed and glanced at Shem. He wouldn't like this, he wouldn't at all.

"Welcome to the Court of Hayll Raith." She stepped back and offered him a small box, opened, inside was that which signified a Queen's First Escort. "If you'd be willing Prince, I'd like you to become part of my Blood Triangle, First Escort."