Chaosti took one of the horses and rode back to the dark alter. Had reached it in less then half the time it had taken all of them to reach that horrid house. But still had taken more time than he like. He could feel the winds nearby but hadn't been able to find them at the hall. No , he hadn't felt them because he hadn't looked for them. Hadn't wanted to look for them. No, he wanted to get away from that place as quickly as he could. The horse had agreed to bring him here because he too wanted to get away from that horrid , horrid place.

He knew how to light the candles to get to the keep . He would have to thank Saetan for teaching him. For teaching all of them how to do that. He hesitated for a moment he wanted to be calm when he went through that gate. He turned and looked at the dead bodies laying cold on the floor. Looked at the blood pooling around them. Screw calm.

He stepped through the mist. Stepped into the keep. Wanted to kiss somebody because he was back. Wanted to…..Jaenelle. He needed to find her . She had to…

Draca stepped into the room, "Ssomething wrong Prince?"

" Draca! Mother night , where's the Lady?" he was close to panic. He was Dea al Mon , he should not be panicking. Out of all of the boyos he should have been able to handle that.

His panic shot through his ring. Was received by all of the queens , all of the boyos who where still at the Hall. Was received by the high lord, the dark priest, by Saetan. But most of all was received by Witch, by dreams made flesh, by his queen and cousin.

Cold , cold fury washed through the Keep. Not rage from any of the warlord princes, but queens rage. Jaenelle's rage. Chaosti quickly tried to find the source of that rage. Found it a few corridors down. Froze when he saw the rage building in her glazed sapphire eyes. Could do nothing more then kneel before her, before his queen.

He wasn't hurt. She should dent his head for scaring her and not even having the tiniest of wounds. She looked at her visibly shaken cousin and leashed her ever growing temper, " what's wrong Prince." still too mush hiss in her words but it was the best she could do.

" I shouldn't have run. Mother night Jaenelle I'm a Dea Al Mon warrior. A warlord prince and I wear the grey. I shouldn't have run."

" then why did you?" she knelt down before him. He needed his cousin not a pissed off witch. As his queen she would shield her cousin from the on slot of feral temper that was drawing too near the Keep. As his cousin she would listen to him.

" that damn house. No, not a house a standing monument to brutality ,to ….." he felt his stomach jerk. Swallowed hard to keep it down. He had been in the basement, that had been his first mistake, his second had been opening his inner barrier to find Daemon. It had been a mistake because the stone remembered everything. All the pain, all the torture, all the fear, all of the crys for help that had never been answered.

Her eyes sharpened, her voice turned to cold midnight. " what house, prince?" oh she knew Daemon was in Terreille. She had hoped that he wouldn't do anything too stupid. Had hopped that Karla would have stopped him if he tried.

In a horse whisper he said, " SaDiablo Hall."

She looked in his eyes. Saw a fear burning there that shouldn't be there. A fear that wasn't entirely his but a reaction to a memory that …… also wasn't his. A dark spell. Stone and wood remember and with the right spell anyone who entered that room would feel or see what had happen in that room. Would feel the fear, the pain , whatever the black widow wanted them to see.

Jaenelle let out a sigh. First she would deal with her cousin , then she would deal with her idiotic husband. " Chaosti…… how long till Daemon returns?"

" I ….I don't know. He had just went ….." he paused just thinking about the basement.. No, not basement he corrected, torture chamber …. Was making his stomach twist and jerk. He was very thankful at that moment that he hadn't eaten this morning.

" Chaosti , show me." she voice was soft with understanding. But her rage was still there. Still just under the surface.

He let his mind relax. Let her into any part of his mind that she wanted. didn't notice the soft , warm male hand settling on his shoulder. Didn't notice the calming webs wrapping tightly around him. Didn't care to think when the plain silver flask was shoved into his trembling hand. And just didn't think at all after he took a swallow of that sweet midnight tonic that rolled down his throat.

Saetan saw the darkness in his draught's eyes. Not his daughter he corrected , this was Witch. And she was furious. " What happen Lady?"

" not what, when…." she took a deep breath, " he stepped into a black widow's web, I think. Or at least into a strong powerful spell"

Mother night, she wasn't sure? Trying to keep fear and worry out of his voice he said, " can you break it?"

" no, but you can. It requires no more skill then you posses High lord. I on the other hand am going to dent some one's head. And if that head will be Eyrien or not I haven't decided yet."

Seeing his daughter return , and still all to aware of all the fury still circling the hall he asked, " and what should I do with your first circle?"

" find something useful for them to do . I want their temper right now. "

He closed his eyes not really wanting an answer," your going into Terreille?"

" not yet." she paused, then added too softly, " I'll wait till Tersa is back. And if the house that scared Chaosti is still standing , then we're all going in to Terreille and that house will become rubble."

There was a warning in her voice. One that said she may ask for help destroying the house, but she wouldn't need help destroying the realm. wouldn't want help. Saetan offered her his hand as she got to her feet, then very softly said I'll go get him tucked in for a while."

" Papa?"

" what is it witch child?"

" I should warn Gabrielle shouldn't I?"

" would you want a warning if Daemon was riding emotion that weren't his?" he paused suddenly. Hadn't that been what Daemon has been doing for months now. Hadn't he been riding emotions that he shouldn't have been? Mother night why hadn't he seen it. Why hadn't he seen his son, his mirror screaming for help long before now?

Her eyes widened. she understood that look in Saetan's eyes. Couldn't focus on hat right now. No she needed to focus on another warlord prince that needed her. Had to …. Help… similarities between the two….one big difference… Chaosti had stepped in the web from either not knowing that it was there or not knowing the nature of the web…. But Daemon , Lucivar, neither of them would need a web to tell them what happen in that house. Neither of them would be riding emotions from other people. They would however be riding their own. And that was the problem , both Daemon and Lucivar rarely rode the same emotions as they were linked to their scars. They had one or the other to calm the other. " mother night, their both going to be pissed off when they return, aren't they?"

" I'll hand them , you my daughter can handle Karla and Tersa." before she realized what he meant he had Chaosti fallowing behind him and heading for a soft bed.

Jaenelle entered the room that held the dark alter. Her eyes were meet by Draca's. , " the queen sshould not be here now."

" the queen's not. A friend is."

Taking that as permission to speak to the child that she had watch grow Draca quietly said, " Jaenelle , what will come throw that gate is a gift for the high lord, one that will be desstroyed by temper."

She understood the warning. Even now her temper was turning inside her, coming to the point of boil. Choosing not have that argument with the very ancient Dragon she said, " I'll keep papa busy till his gift is tucked away for the day."

" You are a wisse queen." Draca gave a slight bow as Jaenelle turned to leave , then continued her watch over the gate.

Tersa rushed through the hall trying to find the room. So many years have past and she couldn't remember the room. Couldn't remember where she had hid the web that now needed to go to the little spiders. The web that would finish their web.

There , in the last room. Not really a room but a closet. A large closet that had been turned into a tiny room. There was the web. No webs she corrected one to complete a web. The other told the names of who had broke her. Told why she needed to be broke. Everything had a price and it was time for the debt to be paid. It was time for all wounds to heal. The children were going home and the child would be born. The triangle would now be completed.

Kaelas got the message. He was needed in the hidden part of the large den. His teeth and claws were needed. So he would remain sight shielded till Karla needed him to be seen, but the lady would know he was there. And that would be enough.

Ice coated the bare peeling walls before the plaster or stone began to fall from the added weight. The wall sconces blazed as she stormed by. The air turned bitter cold with every passing breath. She was a queen and her temper was ice. Her temper was colder then the coldest winter day in Glaica. And it would become deadly if not leashed.

Aaron struggled to keep up with her. Well not really struggled but hell he didn't want to get to close or move in a way that would draw her attention. That would catch her temper.

The basement door was left open. Her grey power rippled down the creaky old steps. Washed through the cellar. Another ripple blast apart webs that she could feel and had no intention to be caught up in.

Not wanting to be in the dark she created a ball of witch light. A ball bright enough to illuminated the entire room. The entire cellar. Aaron took a quick glace around. Took the quick glance just to measure the potential killing field. Fought hard to keep his stomach.

The gore of the room wasn't doing anything for her temper. No that was a lie it was doing something…. It was making it much, much worse. Beyond furious she let out a full burst of grey power.

Bones that were still tied to the walls fell to the ground , clanging with an eerie sound. Torture devices exploded in to fine splinters. The bodies that had been still attached to them were ripped apart and what was left of their fluids, of their flesh was splattered over the walls, the ceiling, over their ebon black shields.

The illusion spell fell revealing not one door but five. Risking her temper becoming not just deadly… but ….. Mother night was there a worse to her now very well honed anger? Aaron dug in his heals, or tried to, " Lady, we should check the other rooms. The high lord may want a full report."

She bared her teeth in a growl, in a warning, " the cat can check the damn rooms , you stay with me."

Knowing better than to argue with that temper, he fell back behind her. Tomorrow , he would have a talk with her first circle. Tomorrow he would give them a case of his and Khary's home brew….after all anyone who served this queen would need it.

Karla took a step into Revenar's room, then cursed. Daemon was out cold on the filthy stone floor. None of his jewels were present, not even his red ring. A quick probe and she was ready to dent his head. Then she look at the worried eyrien , no … not worried she corrected ….. cautious was a better suited word.

Speaking through clenched teeth she forced herself to say, " he'll be fine prince… he wrapped in a black widows web." and I'll dent his head for making Tersa create that web.

Not knowing this queen , but recognizing the cold rage in her ice blue eyes he asked, " can you break it Lady?"

She gave a snort, " hell yes I can break the damn web…. But I won't. Tersa made it, she set the terms and mother night I will not ….. Will not go up against her when one of her boys are involved." or anyone she considers one of her boys

She was trying to leash her temper. Aaron saw and breathed out a sigh of relief. Then heard Kaelas. Heard his growl of anger, of warning. Karla rushed from the room as his sight shield fell. Stopped short when she watched as his fur raised on his back , and all of his impressive claws became unsheathed. " what's wrong prince." the only living things she could feel were the five of them, so whatever the threat was….. It wasn't of the living.

* the lady use to speak of something called Briarwood. Of the children…. This is worse.*

Karla was in the room Kaelas was growling at before any of them could stop her. She was on her knees in tears before they reached her. In a horse whisper she said, " what happen at Briarwood started here." the children's corpses laid in mass piles. Some were missing limbs, others were so mutilated you couldn't tell that they were ever a living person. She cried in sobs. Some of the bodies still held some of their strength or at least had a spell wrapped around them that told of their strength. All of theses children would have been strong queens or black widows. All of them would have wore dark jewels. All of them could have destroyed Dorothea. Could have if they had survived.

She felt the spell again. Then looked up at Revenar who looked like he was weighting for something. Waiting for her to lash out at him. " you created the spells?" why?

" they couldn't become cildru dyathe, but they deserved to be remembered. The spell was a thorn in the side of the bitches. After a time they stopped bringing the children down here. Years later when the spell didn't fade they would bargain with me ….. Their barging was laughable soo…" he shrugged.

" you left the spell. Even now?"

" no Lady , I want to let the spell fade. My niece says it needs to stay. It needs to be a reminder. She talks to them. I don't know how but she does. Their not ready to return to the dark… not yet."

Karla wiped her tears, " do you know what they are waiting for?"

" Aleanna thinks they want to meet witch. She says they have a message for her, one she can't tell for them."

" mother night! You mean we have to let this house stand!" Aaron shouted. His stomach was turning when they had first laid eyes one it. He had done lost it twice while getting every one out and was close to loosing it now that he was down here. And they were going to let stand!

" no prince this building will not stand when we leave here, but the children must tell their message to witch." Tersa now stood behind them. A large frame clenched in her hands. " you go get the boy out. I won't be long."

" Tersa?"

" the house will stand till I leave now go. The children won't speak while you're here." her eyes fell behind the haze that was normal for her. The haze that said she was walking a road that none of them could see, or know was there.