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A/N: I changed just a tad of the dialogue. EEP! *Ducks from flying shoe*
Don't kill me.
"Tell us a story, Weaver!" The crowd shouted at the thin woman. "Tell us!"
She stood, shivering with effort to speak, fighting. "She has come." Were the breathy words that finally came.
Daemon sat up quickly from his slouch in a chair.
Lucivar, from his corner near his queen, saw his friend straighten and did the same.
Daemon stood up almost instantly but stayed where he was, not letting himself hope.
"Stupid bitch!" Shouts someone. "Tell me who I'll love tonight!"
Tresa turned to the voice. "What does it matter?" She countered. "She is coming. The Realm of Terrielle will be torn apart by it's own foolish greed. Those who survive will serve, but few will survive."
Daemon moved to her. "Tresa," He murmured softly in her ear as he brushed tears from her cheek.
"The blood in Terrielle whore the old ways and make a mockery of everything we are." Tresa waved her hand to the queens. "They twist things to suit themselves. They dress up and pretend. They ware Blood jewels but don't know what it means to be Blood. They talk of honoring the darkness but it's all a lie. They honor nothing but their own ambitions. The day is coming when the debt will be called in, the blood will answer for what they have become."
Daemon closed his eyes. ~She's coming. Sweet darkness, she's coming. ~ He thought silently. "They are the Blood, Tresa." He said softly. "Who else is there to call in the debt? Bastard slaves like me?"
She heaved a deep sigh. And shuddered as she slipped that much closer to the twisted kingdom. "The darkness has had a prince for a long, long time. Now the queen is coming. It may take decades or even centuries, but she is coming." She paused and dug her nails into his skin with effort. "They will be dust by then, but you and the Eyrien will be there to serve"
Daemons eyes flickered. "What queen? Who is coming?"
"Living myth" She whispered in the deathly quite. "Dreams made flesh."
Daemons eyes shifted to a hungry molten gold. "Are you sure?" He shook her arms a bit. "Tresa, are you sure?"
She laughed softly and with an edge of madness on her tongue. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her."
She paused. "The Eyrien."
Daemon looked and saw Lucivar staring intensely at them. "What about him."
"He's your brother. You are your fathers sons."
She released her nails from his skin and fell backwards, laughing loudly.
Daemon stood up and brushed himself off, completely aware that the mask of feelings had come down on his face. He carefully flicked his wrist, just the slightest bit, and destroyed Tresa's web.
He straightened his cuffs and walked slowly back to where Lucivar was standing.
"What did she say." Lucivar hissed as Daemon reached his side.
Daemon was in too much shock to stay anything.
"Damn it, Daemon! What did she say?"
Daemon's face quirked an ironic half-smile. "I suppose no secrets between family."
Lucivar grabbed his shoulders and shook him roughly. "Your drunk!"
"No. No." Daemon sighed. "I wish I was."
Lucivars tone took a steely edge. "What in the name of hell did she say that shook you so badly, Daemon. Friend."
"Ah yes. Daemon. Friend." He said sing-songidly. "Daemon, friend, brother. Brother, friend, Daemon. Ha ha. That's funny."
Lucivar's face took on an expression of disgust. "You really are drunk."
"Oh. No. I'm not." He said wistfully. "I'm not drunk at all."
His legs were wobbling under him and he would have traded almost anything for the room to stop spinning. "Oh Lucivar."
He leaned on his newly acquired brother and buried his face on his neck. "Lucivar, Lucivar, Lucivar."
Lucivar held Daemon, in confusion. His hands stroked his soft black hair.
Tears trickled down Daemons face, no matter how hard he tried to stop them. "She's coming. Sweet darkness, Lucivar, She's coming." He held him in a tight embrace.
Lucivar tensed, not daring to hope.
"That's not all she said, is it?"
"No." Daemon said a bit hysterically. "Apparently you're my brother."
This time he felt the air leave Lucivars lungs. ~Good for him.~ He thought, happy that now at least his brother was equally unsteady as he was. "Mother night. Mother night, mother night, mother night." Lucivar mumbled incoherently. "Yeah. About what I thought."
"Tell us a story, Weaver!" The crowd shouted at the thin woman. "Tell us!"
She stood, shivering with effort to speak, fighting. "She has come." Were the breathy words that finally came.
Daemon sat up quickly from his slouch in a chair.
Lucivar, from his corner near his queen, saw his friend straighten and did the same.
Daemon stood up almost instantly but stayed where he was, not letting himself hope.
"Stupid bitch!" Shouts someone. "Tell me who I'll love tonight!"
Tresa turned to the voice. "What does it matter?" She countered. "She is coming. The Realm of Terrielle will be torn apart by it's own foolish greed. Those who survive will serve, but few will survive."
Daemon moved to her. "Tresa," He murmured softly in her ear as he brushed tears from her cheek.
"The blood in Terrielle whore the old ways and make a mockery of everything we are." Tresa waved her hand to the queens. "They twist things to suit themselves. They dress up and pretend. They ware Blood jewels but don't know what it means to be Blood. They talk of honoring the darkness but it's all a lie. They honor nothing but their own ambitions. The day is coming when the debt will be called in, the blood will answer for what they have become."
Daemon closed his eyes. ~She's coming. Sweet darkness, she's coming. ~ He thought silently. "They are the Blood, Tresa." He said softly. "Who else is there to call in the debt? Bastard slaves like me?"
She heaved a deep sigh. And shuddered as she slipped that much closer to the twisted kingdom. "The darkness has had a prince for a long, long time. Now the queen is coming. It may take decades or even centuries, but she is coming." She paused and dug her nails into his skin with effort. "They will be dust by then, but you and the Eyrien will be there to serve"
Daemons eyes flickered. "What queen? Who is coming?"
"Living myth" She whispered in the deathly quite. "Dreams made flesh."
Daemons eyes shifted to a hungry molten gold. "Are you sure?" He shook her arms a bit. "Tresa, are you sure?"
She laughed softly and with an edge of madness on her tongue. "I saw her in the tangled web, Daemon. I saw her."
She paused. "The Eyrien."
Daemon looked and saw Lucivar staring intensely at them. "What about him."
"He's your brother. You are your fathers sons."
She released her nails from his skin and fell backwards, laughing loudly.
Daemon stood up and brushed himself off, completely aware that the mask of feelings had come down on his face. He carefully flicked his wrist, just the slightest bit, and destroyed Tresa's web.
He straightened his cuffs and walked slowly back to where Lucivar was standing.
"What did she say." Lucivar hissed as Daemon reached his side.
Daemon was in too much shock to stay anything.
"Damn it, Daemon! What did she say?"
Daemon's face quirked an ironic half-smile. "I suppose no secrets between family."
Lucivar grabbed his shoulders and shook him roughly. "Your drunk!"
"No. No." Daemon sighed. "I wish I was."
Lucivars tone took a steely edge. "What in the name of hell did she say that shook you so badly, Daemon. Friend."
"Ah yes. Daemon. Friend." He said sing-songidly. "Daemon, friend, brother. Brother, friend, Daemon. Ha ha. That's funny."
Lucivar's face took on an expression of disgust. "You really are drunk."
"Oh. No. I'm not." He said wistfully. "I'm not drunk at all."
His legs were wobbling under him and he would have traded almost anything for the room to stop spinning. "Oh Lucivar."
He leaned on his newly acquired brother and buried his face on his neck. "Lucivar, Lucivar, Lucivar."
Lucivar held Daemon, in confusion. His hands stroked his soft black hair.
Tears trickled down Daemons face, no matter how hard he tried to stop them. "She's coming. Sweet darkness, Lucivar, She's coming." He held him in a tight embrace.
Lucivar tensed, not daring to hope.
"That's not all she said, is it?"
"No." Daemon said a bit hysterically. "Apparently you're my brother."
This time he felt the air leave Lucivars lungs. ~Good for him.~ He thought, happy that now at least his brother was equally unsteady as he was. "Mother night. Mother night, mother night, mother night." Lucivar mumbled incoherently. "Yeah. About what I thought."