"Who doesn't? He's the elf who challenged the gods and lost." Marissa said softly. "Jane, it's over." Marissa lashed out once with her staff, the wood meeting the side of Jane's head and she crumpled instantly before being given the chance to do anything. "Somebody bind her. I don't have the time for it right now." She turned, without a backwards glance. Madame Euryale joined her.
"You intend to seek out your beloved?"
"I have a general idea of where he is." Marissa said, shuffling through the snow to pull up a trapdoor away from the battlefield. The stairs led them down into a dingy room, various medical tools and poisons littered the room, among torture tools and other things. The room reeked of blood and sweat. The hallways split off into several rooms, one of which was chained. Using a magic incantation, the chains burst into flames and dropped, and Marissa pushed the door open. It was too cold to house anything here but food-stocks, but surely enough in the corner lay a figure bundled up.
With a flick of her wrist, fire swarmed into the fireplace lighting the room and giving it an added bit of heat. She lay her staff aside and rushed to the figure in the corner. "Ari?" She questioned, taking his deathly cold hand in her own. He whimpered in agony; the movement was not welcomed.
"Ari. I'm so sorry, Ari." Although his eyes were narrowed to slits and he barely had the energy to open them, he knew that she was real, that this was not some incantation, some hallucinogen thrown at him by the mage Turin. He licked his lips.
"Issa." His voice was nothing more than a broken whisper and for once today, he wished he had refused the poisons the healers had offered him because it had been more than usual today. Perhaps they had known that she was coming. Madame Euryale looked over him.
"Marissa, he's taking poison on in a rapid rate. How is he not dead?"
"Because the bloodline of his father is not easily broken." Marissa answered curtly.
"Hello, Aristeo." She bowed low. "My name is Madame Euryale, and I am a penny mage. Marissa brought me here to help heal you. May I?" Aro nodded in the slightest bit. "I am going to purge your systems from the poisons, and you are going to be sick. It needs to come out, so don't hold back, understand?" She ordered softly. Aro closed his eyes, his body rejecting the movement as he fell to his knees, a tortured whimper escaping his closed lips. The penny mage laid her hands on his back, swearing softly at even having to use magic on his body. It was sure to cause him more pain than she would have liked.
Marissa would have thrown her cloak over Aro's bare body had the light in the room not exposed her to the hell on his back. Instead, she simply did as Madame Euryale requested, finding a basin in the room with which to make an easy clean up. Aro could feel the magic running through his body, through his bloodstream and it stung! It stung like a thousand needles being pressed into his skin, and almost instantaneously he vomited from the pain. He gagged, his hand gripping the wall beside him with such intensity that it crumbled beneath his fingers.
"Marissa." She looked up to follow Madame Euryale's gaze. "He's caught himself a blood seal on his arm." Marissa looked to the black inking on Aro's arm, and quickly neutralized it. The pain lessened some, and he gasped and panted for breath, as another intense wave of nausea overcame him. His body had never so violently rejected a substance before, and he supposed it was the healer's magic within his system that it ran from. Marissa could only watch. She was almost afraid to touch Aro lest it cause him more pain.
Madame Euryale worked her magic on Aro though, coaxing the last bits of poison from his system. He wiped his mouth, shuddering, his body adjusting to the new temperature in the room. "Issa…" He tried to say, falling over limp to the floor. Madame Euryale frowned.
"He needs a lot of things that I don't have with me, Marissa. He must return to Italy." Hecate's mage nodded, instantly clothing him in light, but warm clothing and building a makeshift gurney. She carefully tucked him in it, wrapping blankets around him and Madame Euryale bottled the extracted poison, carrying it on her hip as she helped Marissa carry Aro up the stairs. Once upstairs though, and once the duty of carrying was shifted, the penny mage stormed over to Turin, and broke the contents of the bottle over his head. "That was for giving him poison!"
"He took it willingly," the other mage hissed. "In place of water!" However he had gotten the muzzle off was questionable. Madame Euryale threw what was left of the liquid into his eyes.
"The hallucinogen wasn't necessary." She hissed angrily, stalking off with a devilish smirk as the Blood Mage howled in pain. Marcus and the others were waiting on them. Marissa nodded to Hecate, and she and Didyme lifted the gurney, Marissa using a stalk of magic to transport all of them back to Italy. As they landed, movement was critical. Madame Euryale was off to collect some things from Didyme's room, and Didyme was helping Marissa get Aro into the castle without a hitch.
They laid Aro down on the bed carefully. "How bad is he?" Didyme ventured.
"When I get done with Jane, there won't be any pieces left to burn." Didyme swallowed hard.
"And when will that be?"
"When the Volturi has been restored to power." Marissa answered coldly. Didyme knew that her practically sister meant well. But Jane had asked for this, and as much as Didyme hated war, what had been done today, and what would come to pass that day, would be deserving and she wanted a hand in it.