A.N.: Okay I have returned after a rather extended absence with another
chapter. Though it is a bit short. - I have gone through and spell
checked all of the chapters so that's good and things should be picking up
in the next chapter or two. Enjoy!
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Conversations with dead people
Kalledrah looked at Dulcinea. "Daemon wasn't the same after Janelle died. He knew it her time to go, but it still broke him up really badly."
"That's why I need to speak to him, it's very important." "I dunno-" Before Kalledrah could continue a cultures voice spoke up from behind both girls.
"Don't know what?" Dulcinea smiled softly, almost wistfully at tall man. "Daemon I need to speak with you. It's about Janelle." His golden eyes got wide and narrowed ever so slightly.
"Janelle is dead" "Yes, but not for long. The time has come. "
"Time for what..you spoke to Janelle?" "yep, and she has a bone to pick with you."
"What!?" A glowing golden light appeared around Dulcinea and for a moment it filled with the courtyard with near blinding light. When it cleared a slightly transparent shadow was fit over her frame, a slightly transparent shadow of Janelle. Not Janelle when she had died, but her when she was younger, 25 26 maybe. Dulcinea began to speak and instead of her voice it was Janelle's, and she was not pleased. "Daemon SaDiablo-" Daemon's golden eyes widened visibly and a startling fragile expression fit itself over his features. One hand reached out and a single word slipped from between his lips, a tortured whisper.
"Janelle"
The first woman he had loved, dead for centuries. Only woman who woman who had elicited desire in him, real desire. She had given him a daughter, a family. For a few decades he had been happy, truly content. But Janelle had aged and passed on into the darkness. And yet she didn't because here she was standing in front of him. To had to be a dream, another of his cruel dreams. Where he saw her, It had to be. But it wasn't. For neigh on three centuries he had tried to live a life without her, with only her memory. Yet there was an aching loss, it made him painfully aware of what he had lost. And made him even more grateful for the years that he been allowed to spend with her. She had defined his life, Janelle Angeline had made Daemon the man he was. And then departed from his life, and yet here she was.
Janelle's face filled with a soft quiet sorrow, before focusing irritatedly on Daemon . "Daemon do you remember what I told you last time I saw you?" "I." Daemon grasped for the memory for barely a second, when it came to him.
FLASHBACK
The light of the moon filtered softly into Janelle's bedchambers. She was beautiful still. Her hair had gone silver over the years, but her eyes were still a brilliant blue and she was still the same Janelle. Just weaker. And now.she was dying. For the first time in years there was no howling outside from the wolves in the woods. There was no ruckus in the house. There was just a solemn quietness that pervaded the hall turning it into something akin to a mausoleum. And the woman who had pieced back the realm of Kaleer and purges Terielle was sick of it.
Daemon sat at her bedside, quietly perched there, his hand holding hers. She was propped up amongst sapphire comforters, her long silvered hair in a braid. Her face was aged, lined and wrinkled and her skin was like paper. Her breaths were audible each one painful in its own right. But her eyes still burned with intensity. And love. Always love for the man who sat before her. Everyone else had said their goodbyes, it was only fair that Daemon be there when she went on to the darkness. His golden eyes were filled with tears. Hers had a rather different emotion which was clearly dictated in her voice which-though weak with age- was still stubborn, and perhaps angry.\
"Promise me Daemon." "I-"
"Promise me damnit! Promise that you won't go off and get in a fight with someone until they kill you or worse that you go pick a fight with an arcerian warlord prince!" "I won't. I can't!" her voice quieted for a moment and her thumb ran over the skin between his thumb and forefinger.
"Daemon. I will come back. I swear it to you. I can't explain it not truly but I've seen it and.I want you here when I return. That's all I ask. Please" "The room had gone quiet with her request and Daemon could remember the exotic scent of Jasmine floating through the air when his answer was pronounced. "I promise. I do it because I love you."
"That and because I can still win at cradle."
END FLASHBACK
"I told you I'd come back. I told you not to die or commit suicide or anything close to it! But you still moped around for what? Close to four. Hundred. Years! Gods you're still as stubborn as you were when I met you!!" "I'm sorry" Dulcinea's body had begun to visibly shake but Janelle struggled on.
"Ah love. Now listen. Help Dulcinea here. She'd going to need it. I can't stay much longer. But I'll come again. And cheer up would you? Don't worry, I was worried about you. I've been following you around for the past few centuries and over these last few things hav e been looking bleak for you a-" before Janelle could finish her sentence her visage melted away and Dulcinea was left panting for air as she fell to her knees.
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Conversations with dead people
Kalledrah looked at Dulcinea. "Daemon wasn't the same after Janelle died. He knew it her time to go, but it still broke him up really badly."
"That's why I need to speak to him, it's very important." "I dunno-" Before Kalledrah could continue a cultures voice spoke up from behind both girls.
"Don't know what?" Dulcinea smiled softly, almost wistfully at tall man. "Daemon I need to speak with you. It's about Janelle." His golden eyes got wide and narrowed ever so slightly.
"Janelle is dead" "Yes, but not for long. The time has come. "
"Time for what..you spoke to Janelle?" "yep, and she has a bone to pick with you."
"What!?" A glowing golden light appeared around Dulcinea and for a moment it filled with the courtyard with near blinding light. When it cleared a slightly transparent shadow was fit over her frame, a slightly transparent shadow of Janelle. Not Janelle when she had died, but her when she was younger, 25 26 maybe. Dulcinea began to speak and instead of her voice it was Janelle's, and she was not pleased. "Daemon SaDiablo-" Daemon's golden eyes widened visibly and a startling fragile expression fit itself over his features. One hand reached out and a single word slipped from between his lips, a tortured whisper.
"Janelle"
The first woman he had loved, dead for centuries. Only woman who woman who had elicited desire in him, real desire. She had given him a daughter, a family. For a few decades he had been happy, truly content. But Janelle had aged and passed on into the darkness. And yet she didn't because here she was standing in front of him. To had to be a dream, another of his cruel dreams. Where he saw her, It had to be. But it wasn't. For neigh on three centuries he had tried to live a life without her, with only her memory. Yet there was an aching loss, it made him painfully aware of what he had lost. And made him even more grateful for the years that he been allowed to spend with her. She had defined his life, Janelle Angeline had made Daemon the man he was. And then departed from his life, and yet here she was.
Janelle's face filled with a soft quiet sorrow, before focusing irritatedly on Daemon . "Daemon do you remember what I told you last time I saw you?" "I." Daemon grasped for the memory for barely a second, when it came to him.
FLASHBACK
The light of the moon filtered softly into Janelle's bedchambers. She was beautiful still. Her hair had gone silver over the years, but her eyes were still a brilliant blue and she was still the same Janelle. Just weaker. And now.she was dying. For the first time in years there was no howling outside from the wolves in the woods. There was no ruckus in the house. There was just a solemn quietness that pervaded the hall turning it into something akin to a mausoleum. And the woman who had pieced back the realm of Kaleer and purges Terielle was sick of it.
Daemon sat at her bedside, quietly perched there, his hand holding hers. She was propped up amongst sapphire comforters, her long silvered hair in a braid. Her face was aged, lined and wrinkled and her skin was like paper. Her breaths were audible each one painful in its own right. But her eyes still burned with intensity. And love. Always love for the man who sat before her. Everyone else had said their goodbyes, it was only fair that Daemon be there when she went on to the darkness. His golden eyes were filled with tears. Hers had a rather different emotion which was clearly dictated in her voice which-though weak with age- was still stubborn, and perhaps angry.\
"Promise me Daemon." "I-"
"Promise me damnit! Promise that you won't go off and get in a fight with someone until they kill you or worse that you go pick a fight with an arcerian warlord prince!" "I won't. I can't!" her voice quieted for a moment and her thumb ran over the skin between his thumb and forefinger.
"Daemon. I will come back. I swear it to you. I can't explain it not truly but I've seen it and.I want you here when I return. That's all I ask. Please" "The room had gone quiet with her request and Daemon could remember the exotic scent of Jasmine floating through the air when his answer was pronounced. "I promise. I do it because I love you."
"That and because I can still win at cradle."
END FLASHBACK
"I told you I'd come back. I told you not to die or commit suicide or anything close to it! But you still moped around for what? Close to four. Hundred. Years! Gods you're still as stubborn as you were when I met you!!" "I'm sorry" Dulcinea's body had begun to visibly shake but Janelle struggled on.
"Ah love. Now listen. Help Dulcinea here. She'd going to need it. I can't stay much longer. But I'll come again. And cheer up would you? Don't worry, I was worried about you. I've been following you around for the past few centuries and over these last few things hav e been looking bleak for you a-" before Janelle could finish her sentence her visage melted away and Dulcinea was left panting for air as she fell to her knees.