Celeste smacked him across the face. "You are nothing, but a stupid, pitiful, powerless, useless moroi scum bag."
That is when, Dimitri and I walked in.
"Oh look, it's another Belikov bloodwhore." He sneered. Which caused him to receive a kick in the back of the knees, by Emil. And his face being smashed against the table, by Celeste.
"Roland, you are being held here, for one specific reason. You had people charm an anklet, to be given to Sonya Belikova, my sister-in-law. It was charmed with black magic, and it was meant to do harm. Therefore, you will be put to death, for promoting the use of black magic among other things. Do you have anything to say in your own defense?"
"You can't do anything to me, I am a royal. You are a damphir, you are all damphires."
I lit a fireball in my hand, and let it rise in the air, and spin around. Before it returned to my hand.
"You were saying?"
"H…how…how did you do that?"
"What part of magic do you not understand?"
"But…you're a damphir."
"You say that like it is a bad thing." I laughed, and so did everyone else but him.
The interrogation with Rufus, went pretty much the same way. Until he said, "you are all supposed to be slaves to we royals. Where do you get off, leaving your rightful places?"
"You see Rufus, what you and those other pathetic supposed royals, are apparently too stupid to realize. Is that we damphir, are not only stronger than you, we are also smarter. We are more than worthy, and capable, of doing as we damn well please. We are not filthy, lying, corrupt bastards, like you lot. We look out for those who deserve it, no matter who that may be. And you, supposed to be royals, do not and never have, deserved the sacrifices the damphir race has made for you. All of you, have pretty much enslaved the damphires, for hundreds, maybe even thousands, of years. Now, we are our own people, we do not bow down, to filth like you and your queen anymore." Dimitri said.
"Rufus, you will be put to death with Roland, for promoting the use of black magic. Although, he also has other things to pay for. And you probably do as well, but lucky for you, I don't know what they are. Your heads will be severed from your bodies, and returned to Pennsylvania. As a warning, that we will not tolerate, your kind anywhere near us, our people, or our home. But before we send your heads back to court, your eyes will be scooped from your heads, with ice cream scoopers. You better pray, that I don't decide to do this, while you are still alive. Once your eyes have been removed, they will be placed in a jar and put on display in my trophy room, for all of our people to enjoy. Your bodies, will be burned here, and your ashes will be scattered by the wind. I will send a priest to you both tomorrow. Be sure, that you make peace with your maker. Because you will be seeing him, after your time with the priest. Good bye Taurus." I informed him, before turning and leaving him to gawk at our retreating forms.
The next day, things happened just as I said they would. Their screams and cries for mercy, could be heard for miles. Once they were both dead, their heads detached from their bodies, and their eyes removed. Their bodies were wrapped and placed on pyres. The bodies burned for hours, before they were nothing but ash.
I had someone place, their eye less heads, in separate boxes. Then they were taken, via private jet, to Zürich. Where they were shipped to court.
(DPOV) Dragomir
"Your majesty, you have two packages."
"Thank you, Lady Conta."
Ever since that Hathaway bloodwhore, took most of the damphir and non-royals. The royals have had to lower themselves to doing menial tasks. One such case, is Lady Conta.
Before, this mess, I had several assistants, and they were all non-royals, and not important. The best things to ever happen in their lives, was being my assistants. But now, we royals were having to do just as Rose said. We have been lowered to having to cook our own meals, clean our own homes, even the toilets. Granted, it was some of the lower royals, doing those things for me. But it was still a disgrace.
"Here you are, your majesty. Be careful, they are not light."
"Thank you again, Lady Conta."
When she left the room, I picked up a letter opener, and opened one of the boxes. When I saw what was inside, I let out a blood curdling scream. "AAAHHH!"
Seven royals, came running into my office. While I sat on the floor crying, and trying to catch my breath.
"Oh, my God, that is Prince Taurus."
(CPOV) Conta
I looked into the box, on Queen Vasilissa's desk. And what I saw there, scared me deeply. It was the severed head of Prince Rufus Taurus.
Lord Nathan Ivashkov found a note inside the box.
"I told you Dragomir and Ivashkov.
That I would not tolerate, you filthy so-called royals, anywhere near us. These two were found, three thousand miles too close. As you can see, they do not have their eyes or bodies anymore. Their eyes have been put in a jar, and placed on display. For my people to see and enjoy. While their bodies have been burned to ash, and their ashes have been scattered by the wind.
If I find, any more of your people, in the same hemisphere, as me and my people. This will be the consequences, for them as well.
Don't think for a moment, that I will show any of you, any mercy or leniency. None of you, ever gave the damphir or non-royals mercy or leniency. You used us all, you got us killed, you raped us, your moroi men, beat and mistreated our females, you kept us as slaves for hundreds of years. But I put a stop to that.
If I find more of you, on my side of the world. I will come for your heads next, Dragomir and Ivashkov. And trust me, there are thousands upon thousands of us, while there are only a few hundred of you. And we know how to kill, thanks to you. Quietly, quickly and cleanly, or loud, slow, and messy. Take your pick, but if more of you are found near us, I will take my pick.
So, it is in your best interest. To call all the royals to court, and for you to all stay in America. You step one foot, outside of America, you sign your death warrant.
Again, let me say, DO. NOT. TEST. ME! This is your final warning.
Her Royal Majesty,
Queen Roe Mazur-Belikova
(NIPOV) Nathan Ivashkov
"What in the hell have you two done?!" I asked my son and Vasilissa.
"We didn't do anything. Or at least I didn't" Adrian answered, in an accusatory voice, towards Lissa.
Everyone turned to her.
"I didn't do anything either. I don't know why Rufus was, wherever, he was."
I turned back to the boxes, "let's see who is in the other box."
Taking the letter opener off the desk, I opened the other box. I found the head of who I assumed was another royal. I wasn't sure, because I didn't know him.
"Anyone have any clue, as to who this is?"
"No." Was the only answer I received.
"Well, what do you want to do with the heads, your majesty?" Lord James Zeklos, father of Jessie, asked me.
"I don't care what you do with them. Just get them out of my sight, and far away from me."
"Adrian, since you helped create this mess, you take them to the incinerator. And deal with them." I told my pathetically useless son.
It was after all, partly his fault that we were in this mess to begin with. Thanks to his and Lissa's actions. We might have, twenty guardians left in our world. And they were spread all over the world.
If Adrian and Lissa, had left Rose and her friends alone, we would still have guardians. And not be trapped here in court.
Turning to Lissa, I said, "I suggest, you do as Rose said, and call all of the royals to court. And you should hope, that they bring guardians with them. Because we have a total of seven guardians here at court, now. All but three of which, are over fifty years old, and in no shape to fight. So, if we were attacked, thanks to you and Adrian, we will all be dead, or turned. You both, should have thought about this possible outcome. When you tried to further enslave the damphir, and enslave the non-royals, at all. This whole fucking mess, is on your shoulders. Once the strigoi find out, that we are defenseless, we are all doomed."
"You don't talk to me like that, I am the queen…"
"You are nothing, but a spoiled, selfish, useless, hateful child. Your actions have doomed us all!" I told her, then turned to leave, disgusted with this whole mess.
(YPOV) Yeva
I watched as the royals turned on that little Dragomir bitch and Adrian. Nathan had been wrong, this wasn't just Vasilissa and Adrian's fault. It was the fault of every royal who had ever mistreated the damphir and non-royals.
Which he, himself, was one of the guilty ones. If the royals hadn't thought they were better than everyone else, and that they could continue to push us all. Then we would still be a united nation, with the royals. But now, thanks to my granddaughter, and grandson. We, the damphir, and formally non-royals, we are our own nation. And we are in this together.
Unfortunately, I had seen this coming, from the day I met Roza. It was not her fault, this happened, though. She was just the one destined, to free us all from the tyranny of the royals. And she had done a wonderful job, of giving us all a new home and purpose. She was exactly the type of woman, I had always hoped that Dimka would find. Everyone has a destiny, this had just been Roza's.
Roza, is fierce, loyal, loving, sweet, hardheaded, compassionate, strong, deadly, fiery, and so many other things. She is a force to be reckoned with, that was for sure. She was the perfect match for our Dimka, in every way.
(DPOV)
Roza and I, were sitting in our private family room, playing with Dimi. And enjoying our time together as a family, when Abe walked in briskly.
"Kiz, Kirova just sent us a video."
I hoped this video, wouldn't be as graphic, as the one of Tasha, from Tarasov. With Roza being pregnant, her stomach was not as, cast iron, as it usually is. However, she did well, until they cut Tasha's head off. That is when our son, made his presence felt. Letting us know, that he didn't want to see or hear any more of that video.
Chris had told Tasha, that he would watch that video, with a Mt. Dew and a big bowl of popcorn. And that is the way he started, but when they had started fileting Tasha alive. Was when it got to be too much for him, and he had to leave the room.
No one, that had seen the video, ever discussed it. It was understood, that Tasha was a part of the past. Just as the royal moroi world had become. And unless absolutely necessary, we would not discuss the past.
"Comrade, can you call our councils together. And get someone, from the IT department, to come the office and connect the phone to the big screen?"
"Of course, my love."
While I talked to the IT department, I sent out a mass text to our councils. We had decided to have three councils, one for the damphir, one for the returned, and one for the moroi. No one, was any more important than anyone else, any more.
We made our councils that way, so all of our people would be represented equally. They all knew, that they held no power, they were just our advisors. And they were all, good advisors. Because they didn't actually want, any ruling power.