Chapter Three: The Wrath of Jedah Doma.
For one thousand years, Marionette lived in total fear. Each night, she held close to her a knife. And slept in a different bedroom then her husband, Jenner. Every night she cried out for her dead love's embrace. Until, she knew he would never return… but one winter's eve….beneath the body covered ground…a root began to twitch……
' very long I have waited you have not made me your wife!' A voice from Jedah's past echoed in the air as the dark clouds overheard roamed quickly above. Lighting flashing, not to the ground, but above the clouds. The ground began to quake. All felt it. And Jedah, stood before Marionette and shook his head.
' you must wait longer.' Jedah responded back.
'no! I won't! Your desire to unlock the mysteries can wait.'
The quake in Makai formed a large pit to emerge. And from this, Jedah. Arose. His red eyes opened and he glanced at the dead. He lowered his head and spread open his blade wings. He took to the sky. And as he flew over head, he saw one thousand years of blood shed and war. It was then, he regrets ever gaining the knowledge of the way into Earth.
Jenner, sat upon the Doma throne, claws gripping the arm rests. He knows. Oh yes, he knows. His consciquence is near. And it was not to be a pleasant one.
"I am not alone, here." Jenner hissed nervously. For two ruby eyes protrudes from the shadows.
" No, you are not." A silky dark voice responded.
Jenner stood from the throne." Long sense your time, cousin, Marionette, your people, your nobles….follow me. " He shouted.
Jedah from the shadows glared. And stepped into the light. He was magnificent. His tall stature, slender form. Cyan flesh, and angry blood red eyes. His long blonde hair hung at his shoulders. And Jenner noticed, his crimson talons began to extend.
Jedah approached Jenner. They stood face to face." Marionette, isn't yours. She never was. " He started. Abruptly gripping Jenner's gray neck, and firmly lifting him off the marble floor. " You declared war.." He paused as Jenner , holding a dagger, still stained with black blood, (yes Jenner did it.) Jedah grasped tightly Jenner's wrist and squeezed it to where one could hear a breaking sound.
" It was not the fact you over threw Marionette, which angers me. Nor your lust for power and bloodshed from my people. No. My wife, you forced yourself upon." Jedah hissed. His eyes turning pure white with rage. " And you murdered me." He finished.
Jenner, ran short of breath. And at the same time cringed in pain. Jedah smirked and tossed Jenner to the floor. " Get up!" He demanded of his cousin. " And fight me." He added, as he reached to his metal razor wings, un sheathing a massive scythe.
Jenner growled and drew a sword," Know this cousin, as I once did to you before, stain your blood with my blade. " He warned.
"Good." Jedah said with a dark smile. And darted towards Jenner. Who lifted his blade, striking the middle of the scythe. Then leapt up, trying to kick Jedah in the face. However, Jedah, after being reborn and full of anger and energy. Knew to duck and shove Jenner back.
This battle, was not un noticed. For in the darkness of the balcony, Marionette gazed upon this. A frightened look in her blue eyes. She looked down and touched her swollen belly.
When she looked back , Jedah's blade, held Jenner's throat. And the body fell to the throne room floor. Jedah yanked his scythe from the corpse. He knelt down, gently lifting a pentagram necklace. Which was the Lord hood of Doma. And yanked it roughly off Jenner. And placed it around his own neck.
But that his life, and necklace was not the only thing he took from Jenner. No, his soul as well.
" Marionette!" Jedah's voice echoed. Calling to her. And she came down to him. Before she could get even a hug from him. Jedah touched her belly, and felt his son's energy. Marionette felt a surge, the first soul, Jedah fed to his dark son. The beginning of the war's end is ready.