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Unwanted Beauty: Chapter Fifteen: In Which Rasputin Arrives

"WHAT?" Liam roared his voice harsh and cutting as he screamed. The sentry cowered, fear and shame echoing through his head, resounding, gaining in strength and volume.

"The army sire, it's gone." He whispered and then fled, his worn boots sliding softly on the stone floors. Liam growled, the noise emitting from deep in his throat and escaping through gritted teeth. "How does an army of a hundred thousand men disappear?" He asked himself.

"Rasputin." Guinevere was sitting in the windowsill, looking out over the deserted city. The sunlight played in her hair, illuminating each strand, and Liam felt his heart skip a beat. She wore dark grey leggings, and a sleeveless tunic that was dyed a brilliant violet, a jewel incrusted dagger hung from her hip, throwing circles of colored light onto the bland castle walls. Thom and Lily looked up from the books they had spread across an oak table.

"He's on his way then." Lily stood and smoothed her tunic nervously. She hadn't thought the army would do much against a Magelord, but Liam had insisted on trying, and now a hundred thousand men where gone. Now it was up to her, or so she thought. Tom rose up from his chair, fright evident on his pale skin. He looked as though he wanted to protest her moving from the room.

"He's arrived." Ice frosted on the walls, noses began to run and each person's breath was now visible. The door shut silently, chills running up the spines of those in the room. He was still grotesque, still mismatched, but Liam noticed a distinct change in the man, power. Guinevere screamed, her voice reaching a pitch only dogs could hear. Rasputin smiled at the wide eyed girl. "My love, come to me." He said, reaching a hand out to her, after a moment of confusion she went to him, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Guinevere!" Three shocked voices cried, Thom had a look of utter revulsion on his face. He had loved her, loved a woman who had done, well he wasn't sure what she had done or what she was doing, but it had something to so with Rasputin and that was enough information for now. Liam was confused and lightly heartbroken, he had no idea who this woman was, or why she affected him so, but now there was no chance to find out, she was obviously a traitor. Lily was thinking quickly, thoughts darting around in her head like sparrows.

Kallisto what are you doing! I'm joining the winning side. The winning side? Remember what he did to you! He was gaining power, and he gained it, if I go to him now, it will hurt less later on. The right decision isn't always going to be the easiest. Nor is it painless!

Liam and Thom drew their swords, the metal singing as it rushed out of their scabbards. "Your weapons are useless." The mage murmured, his amusement gliding off the walls. Their swords froze and shattered, the shards bouncing off of the floor, creating a symphony of tinkling metal. Both men swore and blew on their snow-burned hand, the skin lily white on hands that were usually painted brown by the sun.

"You cannot invade my country, murder my father and hundreds of other mages, and kill my army. Draw your sword and fight!" Liam's challenge created even more laughter, the Magelord looking more amused by the moment.

"Actually, I can, because I already have. And I didn't kill them, I moved them to another realm. And did you really think that I actually used this? It's a fashion statement, just like Guinevere's dagger is. No one actually uses swords anymore." He said dully as he inspected the paintings on the walls.

Kally move! Do something! Like what? Jump on his back and try to strangle him. Shut up, he's the most powerful man in the world. Like I could do anything but adore him…Eww….Where did that come from?

"Move!" Lily screamed, Liam and Thom looked behind them and then dove to the floor, quiet 'oomph's where released as their torso's connecting with the stone. Blazing fire ripped from Lily's chest, scorching her breast. The fire streaked across the room, a streak of fire burning up the oxygen, making everyone in the room feel short of breath and light headed. It connected solidly with Rasputin, who looked mildly put out at best.

"Now my dear, play nicely." He admonished. Lily sagged against the wall, scorched and exhausted. Her face was pale, blue bags already forming under her eyes.

"I…You…Egotistical, son of a hamster! Brainless, dick thinker, walking turd!" She screamed, green eyes blazing. "I will kill you if it's the last thing I do!" Rasputin blinked and then smiled in a placating manner.

"No…I'm going to…" Guinevere's dagger was poised above Rasputin's head, deathly beautiful. The blade swung in a silvery arc, the jewels flashing a rainbow of light across the room, even as blood began to flow from the tip, plunging into his body. The red expanded in a messy circle. It flew from the wound, displaced by the force and momentum, it coated Guinevere's arms, some landing on her face and hair.

Rasputin turned, glaring death at her as his eyes slowly glazed over. His body twisted as it fell, the only time his repulsive body looked graceful. Lily, Thom and Liam stared at her, their bloody angel. Then she screamed and fell to the floor, one arm thrown out to catch herself, the other clutched against her abdomen. Crystaline tears fell as she loosened a cry of pure agony from her throat. No one moved.

Alright, there was the climax, there's the epilogue now, but that's all. Tell me how much you love me! Also, I'm going to Missouri to help with the relief effort, so it will be a week or two, but please do remember that the Epilogue is coming.