Sleeping Shinigami Part 7
Wicked thunderclouds hung perpetually over the evil tower of Tazaroth. The natives knew better than to go anywhere near it. All and sundry knew that Mariemaia had taken the tower as her headquarters upon the disappearance of Prince Shinigami of the Sanq Kingdom. Ever since, the thunderclouds had roared with her impotent frustration at being unable to find him. The time had not yet come when she could utilize the power of Tazaroth to attack the Fates. That time was soon, but Mariemaia could not act until she knew for certain where Prince Shinigami was. She had to ensure her revenge was complete…with no one to foul it up.
She paced threw her throne room, furiously angry. Her minions cowered before her.
"How could almost fifteen years have passed without Prince Shinigami being found? Not even the Mother's Chosen could have made him vanish into thin air! So why have you not found him?" She shrieked.
One minion, slightly braver than the rest (or slightly stupider, depending on one's point of view) crawled forward. "We've searched everywhere, my lady. Every village, every farm, every house we've come to. Oh!" he said with surprise. "And all the cradles."
Mariemaia froze. She slowly turned toward him. "Cradles? Did I hear you correctly?" Her gaze drifted toward the crow who was once Treize. "Did you hear that, Treize? They've spent fourteen years searching for a baby!" She began screaming at the lot, zapping them with her power. "Damned minions! Not a single mind among the lot of you!" She collapsed on her throne, decorated with onyx, black opals, black pearls, and draped with black silken cloth. (The Mother's Chosen always said she had incredibly inane taste.) She gestured to her crow. With a long-suffering expression on his face, Treize jumped onto the arm of the throne. He looked at her expectantly.
"I only have one day left to find him, Treize. My curse must come to pass. Or I'll never have the powers of Tazaroth," Mariemaia said desperately, sounding like the child she appeared to be. She begged him with her eyes. "You are the last hope I have. Go, look for a boy of fifteen, with violet eyes and a sunny disposition. Do not fail me."
She released the crow, sending him through the high window. Mariemaia sighed, hoping the binding on Treize would keep him loyal to her. She walked down toward a large cavern where her secret weapons were being kept. As she walked, she thought about Treize. Almost fifteen years earlier, she had lied to King Milliard. Treize had been about to betray her, yes, but not to get more power, as she said. He had fallen in love with Zechs Marquise. He wanted to back out of their plans. Mariemaia had thrown a fit. She had wanted to surprise Treize with her Dark Power, an increase in her powers she had only recently discovered before that incident. Well, she had surprised him, but not in the way she had expected. She had defeated him, and turned him into a crow, binding him to herself in the meantime. Then she'd taken her wrath out on Zechs. Even to this day, fury enveloped her whenever she thought of Treize's betrayal.
She finally reached her cavern. Ten bodies stood behind glass. Each glass case had a gold plate with a name on it. Bundt. Tsubaroth. Dermail. Alex. Mueller. Trant. Septum. Quinze. Master O. Dr. J.
Soon, Mariemaia thought, soon, I will raise you. And the Mother's Chosen will be destroyed!