Please note that all characters, places and information in this story from
the Black Jewels Trilogy completely belong to Anne Bishop. Even those
created by me belong to the author for they involve her races and worlds.
No profit is being made from the creation of this tale and it is purely for
entertainment.
*A special thanks to Rachel Hunt for her comments and humorous tales of Avarian (I didn't even realize the similarity to Evarian, darn it all to hell!) And of course, it is always nice to get reviews. Thanks Thera's Blaed, Starlight and Amber for reading my tale and wanting to make Lucivar's life as crappy and snarly as possible.*
9 / Kaeleer
Saetan braced his head in his hands. "You're sure?"
Jaenelle remained silent.
"Read the web, father," Daemon said quietly. "We wanted your advice on how to broach the subject with Lucivar."
"No. You're both scared shitless of his reaction," Saetan replied, finally raising his head to stare at his namesake.
"Can you blame us? When Dorothea held you before Jaenelle unleashed, you had a taste of what happens to pleasure slaves in Terreille. Lucivar has finally found a place to belong, a wife and a son. We are asking him to remember a time best left forgotten. He will arrive soon. We felt it best to tell him now."
"I suppose that is best," Saetan said, roughly.
The three of them felt Lucivar enter the keep, obviously annoyed at being ordered to come. He burst into the room but checked his step once he noticed the serious and apprehensive stares that greeted him.
"Sit down," Daemon said, motioning to a chair on his left.
Geoffrey poked his head through the door. "High lord?"
"What is it Geoffrey?" His voice held an edge that the librarian obviously noted, with a slight tilt of his head.
"There is a demon-dead warlord here to see you," he said quietly.
"It can wait."
"Yes, high lord." Geoffrey left the room and closed the door softly behind him.
Lucivar glanced warily at each of them. "What is it?"
"We found out what fuelled Tersa's disappearance." Jaenelle said softly. "I found a web in her home. It spoke of a war and the next Queen of Ebon Askavi."
"Hell's Fire," Lucivar muttered.
"There is more," Daemon said. "The web also mentioned the blood-line of this Queen. And how the choice of her father would mean either devastation or peace for all the realms."
Lucivar was obviously confused. He ran fingers through his hair and said. "So we need to bring her here."
"It means going back to Terreille," Daemon said roughly.
Obviously Lucivar noticed the slight edge to Daemon's voice. "What else?"
Saetan sighed and placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Few blood have the strength to wear dark jewels. The SaDiablo line has always gifted its children with unimaginable power. This girl is more to us that the next queen. She is a direct descendent of this family."
Lucivar grumbled, "But that is impossible."
"No, it is not," Daemon interrupted. Lucivar stared at him for several moments before the truth hit home.
The vicious snarl that erupted was the only warning before Lucivar exploded from his chair. "No."
Daemon stood and stepped into the path of his brother's rage. "You knew it was a possibility."
"No," Lucivar snarled.
Mild cursing and shouting sounded from the hallway.
A red-jewelled demon dead warlord burst into the room and shouted, "High Lord! This cannot wait!"
He stumbled a step once he noticed Lucivar and Daemon. His eye's were fixed on Lucivar's ebon-grey jewel and then moved to examine the face. Recognition flashed across his features and he muttered, "Mother Night. It would have to be you."
10 / Heaven
"It is time," Baruch whispered.
His minions kept to the shadows, a race he had created that were similar to demon-dead but no longer housed the body's soul. They remained loyal to the one who had turned them, namely him.
Baruch's ebony jewel flashed as he gathered his power and lit the candle's to open the gates to the Realm of Terreille.
*A special thanks to Rachel Hunt for her comments and humorous tales of Avarian (I didn't even realize the similarity to Evarian, darn it all to hell!) And of course, it is always nice to get reviews. Thanks Thera's Blaed, Starlight and Amber for reading my tale and wanting to make Lucivar's life as crappy and snarly as possible.*
9 / Kaeleer
Saetan braced his head in his hands. "You're sure?"
Jaenelle remained silent.
"Read the web, father," Daemon said quietly. "We wanted your advice on how to broach the subject with Lucivar."
"No. You're both scared shitless of his reaction," Saetan replied, finally raising his head to stare at his namesake.
"Can you blame us? When Dorothea held you before Jaenelle unleashed, you had a taste of what happens to pleasure slaves in Terreille. Lucivar has finally found a place to belong, a wife and a son. We are asking him to remember a time best left forgotten. He will arrive soon. We felt it best to tell him now."
"I suppose that is best," Saetan said, roughly.
The three of them felt Lucivar enter the keep, obviously annoyed at being ordered to come. He burst into the room but checked his step once he noticed the serious and apprehensive stares that greeted him.
"Sit down," Daemon said, motioning to a chair on his left.
Geoffrey poked his head through the door. "High lord?"
"What is it Geoffrey?" His voice held an edge that the librarian obviously noted, with a slight tilt of his head.
"There is a demon-dead warlord here to see you," he said quietly.
"It can wait."
"Yes, high lord." Geoffrey left the room and closed the door softly behind him.
Lucivar glanced warily at each of them. "What is it?"
"We found out what fuelled Tersa's disappearance." Jaenelle said softly. "I found a web in her home. It spoke of a war and the next Queen of Ebon Askavi."
"Hell's Fire," Lucivar muttered.
"There is more," Daemon said. "The web also mentioned the blood-line of this Queen. And how the choice of her father would mean either devastation or peace for all the realms."
Lucivar was obviously confused. He ran fingers through his hair and said. "So we need to bring her here."
"It means going back to Terreille," Daemon said roughly.
Obviously Lucivar noticed the slight edge to Daemon's voice. "What else?"
Saetan sighed and placed his hand on his son's shoulder. "Few blood have the strength to wear dark jewels. The SaDiablo line has always gifted its children with unimaginable power. This girl is more to us that the next queen. She is a direct descendent of this family."
Lucivar grumbled, "But that is impossible."
"No, it is not," Daemon interrupted. Lucivar stared at him for several moments before the truth hit home.
The vicious snarl that erupted was the only warning before Lucivar exploded from his chair. "No."
Daemon stood and stepped into the path of his brother's rage. "You knew it was a possibility."
"No," Lucivar snarled.
Mild cursing and shouting sounded from the hallway.
A red-jewelled demon dead warlord burst into the room and shouted, "High Lord! This cannot wait!"
He stumbled a step once he noticed Lucivar and Daemon. His eye's were fixed on Lucivar's ebon-grey jewel and then moved to examine the face. Recognition flashed across his features and he muttered, "Mother Night. It would have to be you."
10 / Heaven
"It is time," Baruch whispered.
His minions kept to the shadows, a race he had created that were similar to demon-dead but no longer housed the body's soul. They remained loyal to the one who had turned them, namely him.
Baruch's ebony jewel flashed as he gathered his power and lit the candle's to open the gates to the Realm of Terreille.
