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Thinking Fatale Thoughts

Deep … so deep … so lost … and so dark … no light … no sound … not nothing …

Nothing …

All alone and falling …

So deep …

So lost …

And so dark …

With no sound, it was a blessing … his comfort … his retreat from trying.

Trying so hard to stop it, to end it all, there had to be another way … he just knew there had to be. He was smarter than most of the Professors at the Academy he was taught at … but he couldn't even figure out how to stop his entire soul from being controlled by Hell itself. Oh the hardship of being a son to one of the most powerful Black Diamonds … plus with Demonic blood to go with it?

The responsibility never ended!

Yet sadly enough … his sanctuary had to end …

The darkness faded and he found himself replaying a memory.

The memory of the last Dante will ever see of his father.

"If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive. Though I'm closer to wrong, I'm no further from right and now I'm, convinced on the inside something's wrong with me. Convinced on the inside –"

"You're leaving? Bu-bu-but m-my Lord … wha – you can't just … What should I say in explanation to Lady Raenell? Does she even know of your absents?" the headphones a top Dante's head – a slightly younger Dante – dropped to rest on his shoulders, peeking over the rail of the study room that looked over the entire main hall of Diagnar (Southeastern) Palace within the dragon territory. Where his father reigned supreme, earning his rank and thus becoming the most respected out of all four (Malachite was placed as the next Grandmaster for the new Northeastern lands). It all worked out … but lately … Dante had been sensing something off with his father … like now when he watched the confrontations between him and a servant.

A rather frantic and worried servant, having served his family for a good 699 years, she was already growing white hair along with her once unscathed black locks. Dante should know that his entire family – siblings and parents alike – all gave her stress, it was true when he said reunions were a mad house. Right now, she was going after Malchior trying to get his father to stop as she pleaded with him.

With a vicious snarl that even made Dante jump, but made the servant drop to her knees in immediate apology for touching her master. Dante gaped as he watched his father grit his teeth and in the same dragon tongue snarled, "Tell. Her. Nothing … leave me."

"My lord," bowing low she scampered away and left her master to his brooding.

His head hanging low, Dante frowned and once he heard the doors to the main hall close he jumped down from the overhead balcony. Once he landed he bowed to his father and lifted his head to look into metallic black eyes. Eyes that held no color, but saw through everything, Dante always felt like he was being measured under his intense gaze. As if scanned for any mistakes in his creation, that was how harsh often a time Dante had to endure when confronting his father.

Especially alone, when his mother wasn't around. Clearing his throat Dante opened his mouth to ask the inevitable, but Malchior stopped him with a crude, "Keep your questions to yourself, Dante, you can just erase everything you've heard that happened here. It's none of your concern."

Something rose … something took control, and before Dante even knew what he was doing or saying he was growling defiantly at his father, violet eyes far more lethal than anything his mother had ever accomplished. That was saying something; Dante had once seen his mother so angry to the point of no return, where even talk was beyond all hope for her to calm down. When that happened as for Syn to tell, but Raven back then was frightening nonetheless.

Yet here Dante was, in ever sense of the word challenging his father. A purebred Black Diamond with not only the practice of magic in his belt, but the natural strength to crush his skull with his bare-hands, violet against metallic black. The words leaving Dante's lips without trouble, and with much conviction, "I think it would be my every bit of concern if it has something to do with mother … where are you leaving to father."

It was a demand.

Not a request, and Dante wouldn't be regretting them … until he suddenly found his father's taller (by two inches) height towering over him. Not very high … but Dante as still a hatchling compared to his father who's black irises suddenly grew slit and his black markings upon his face reminding Dante just where he stood. Far from where Malchior was positioned, that much was quite clear as he saw a flash of red go through the white of his eyes.

All very bad signs … Dante immediately backed off when Malchior's dark tone consumed his eldest child in fear and disbelief, "Until the day comes when you're quite sure you're ready to take my place, Dante, obediently follow my orders and leave yourself out of something that doesn't call to your attention. Take care of your mother while I'm gone."

That was the reason for Dante to be left standing in the middle of the main hall in disbelief … because it seemed like in one breath … his father had threatened him, requested something of him, and left. Just like that. With a final flick of his long, silky, jet-black, and neatly kept hair, a flutter of his cloak, and a flawless stride out the large doors of the Palace. Dante closed his eyes, and when he did so he heard the doors shut … and Malchior was gone. Just like that … his father had gone, leaving him in wonder and confusion.

"Dante!" Dante reopened his eyes to stare at the marbled ground, his mind reeling, wondering just how long he had stood there, he turned anyway at the call of his younger twin, Syn. Her face usually scrunched up in a sly smirk, or sneaky grin, today … was odd … she seemed like she was ready to fall over and cry, "Dante! Tena oit a'meo! Did you see him?"

"Uh …" not really able to answer in words he nodded and she cursed.

"Damn it! Did you stop him?" her violet eyes searched his and Dante's frown deepened when he searched hers there was a hidden fear there somewhere, a fear mixed with puzzling worry and most evident frustration, "You didn't stop him did you? Fuck! Dante – DAMN IT ALL! It's not what it looks like at all!"

Now it was Dante's turn to get wrapped up in the confusion, "HUH? Syn! You're not making any sense, toit niea erdocal?"

Syn bit down on her lower lip and shook her head violently trying to control the tears that threatened to roll down her face. She angrily wiped the corner of her eyes away when she felt the unavoidable, never one to show weakness she took a deep breathe and shakily explained, "I-it's all a lie! Mani's nightmares, Nai'isha's uneasiness around a'meo … they're traps elg k'ien buer'eilerten deinne'recal vi ae!"

Dante shook his head, "Syn, if they were traps k'ien buer'eilerten would have known, especially when their old problem is back."

"Dante … this is different," Syn sniffled and looked away, "back then a'mea elg a'meo were young and didn't have to worry about us … 700 years later, elg hi aoreten? Use your imagination, Dante … Dante?"

"Dante!" snapped out his dream-like stare, the young hybrid shot up out of bed and snarled at the intruding scent that dared to trespass in his quarters. Eyes tinting red and the after-affect of the drug just faintly lingering, it took him a moment to concentrate on getting his senses straight in order to better understand that he wasn't in any danger. Syn sneered and rolled her eyes, "Oh please ya little pup, stop growling and get to your feet … we're close to the Safe-Zone and we have to get off now."

Dante groaned and carefully inched his way off he bed, pulling on his shoes while Syn paced the room nervously glancing at the clock then to her brother who finally got to his feet. She sighed and walked to his door, only to have it blocked off when he erected a barrier to stop her, "Hold on for a sec Syn … let's just think about this for a moment … what if we're wrong?"

"WHAT?" outraged, his twin sister spun around and pinned her brother with a defiant glare, "Dante you better hurry up and start explaining yourself or so help me –"

She started to rant in her demonic tongue.

Dante rolled his eyes, "Syn could you shut the hell up for one bloody second and let me talk, Azar …"

Syn silenced herself then gestured for him to continue, "Then go on, I'm waiting."

"Like I was saying … what if we're wrong?"

"… Care to elaborate Einstein," Syn scowled, snaking her head while crossing her arms over her chest, Dante took a deep breath and sat back down on his bed.

Still slightly dizzy from the after affects he gulped and grabbed his glasses, putting them on he glared at the ground, "What I mean to say is … what if it was meant to be … what if … what if a'meo was supposed to leave a'mea, I mean, you never know if he was planning something to eliminate Ellris in our time period."

"Dante …" Syn growled, "are you listening to yourself? We both checked for any signs of a "prophecy" that would be coming true once Nai'isha hit her 16 birthday and it's false! Dante, you were there with me when he delved into the hidden archives of all demonic, drake, and Azarian prophetic histories for our family line! Nothing suggests that what mani dreamt is even remotely going to be coming true!"

Dante stood up again and matched his sister growl for growl, "Then how can you explain Nai'isha's strange behavior every time she got within a yard of a'meo? She can't even look him in the eye, much less keep still when he held her."

"Because a'meo wasn't there when mani went into labor! Forget?" Syn challenged, "drakes and demons recognized their parents' scents the instant they're brought into this world, a'meo never even knew what was happening until he called for mani's presences and that was a day after Nai'isha was born. He was caught up in the audience with the other Grandmasters about the return of Ellris'malchron! You can't blame Nai'isha for being a little uneasy around a'meo!"

"So I might of over looked that little fact, but explain mani's strong belief in what's supposed to be a false prophecy. We told her our findings, but she wouldn't have any of it."

Syn snarled and paced the room, changing English into demonic tongue she hissed, "By the time we proposed the truth to mother, father had already taken off! Of course she wouldn't want to here anything about his disappearance! She was devastated Dante! Don't you remember? Nai'isha may have been uneasy around father … but how would you feel if your child had come to you a year later and asked where your mate was? It's heartbreaking! I don't want to see mother like that, I don't want to see father gone … I want our family back!"

"I want it back to … but maybe we're being selfish about this whole thing. Francesca did warn that if the Kry'onic Diamonds can't get us back her younger self might not have the power enough to save us … after all, we were just playing around, it was all an accident." Dante shrank back when Syn sniffed and turned her back to him … she was strong … a very strong dragoness that didn't like to express her weaknesses. Not even to her family, she always kept to her training rooms and fought hard to prove that she didn't need powers to defend herself. In truth she could very well hold her own in battle without using any weapons for a good stretch of time.

Sadly though … she was foolishly arrogant, it showed even in her tear filled violet eyes, "You may think it was an accident Dante … but when Ellris hits the Safty-Zone from the Southeast … his ass, is mine you can come if you want … but I'm not going to let this opportunity slip."

With a flick of her wild hair she was out his door, leaving Dante to shake his head and run after her, Why, oh why, oh WHY do you have to be so damned reckless Syn! Following after his younger sister, he saw her violet hair flicker around a corridor and heard a yelp, catching up quickly he peeked around and snickered when Syn was turned into a sputtering schoolgirl when she bumped into Kenneth Aftaka.

The nearly full-blooded human with a drop of elfin royal blood that had a dark glare with in his hazel-amber hews. Locked on Syn's violet orbs that suddenly looked so innocent and shy, he snorted and dug into his pocket, pulling something out and tossing it to her she shakily caught it as he walked on by her, "Found it on the bathroom floor, tell your brother the damn thing spayed something in my face and that I'm owes me a thanks. Never knew he was an asthmatic person."

Syn paled, Oh god … no, staring wide-eyed at the inhaler she spun around and caught Kenneth by his elbow, pulling him back he yelped when he nearly fell flat on his face. Holding himself up he glared at the girl that looked ready to break out in a cold sweat as she held up the inhaler, "Where did you find this?"

"The bathroom, what's the deal."

"Do you know what it is?"

"…" Kenneth dry sneer, "Girl, does it look like I belong here?"

Syn chuckled nervously no realizing that she was holding onto his elbow immediately released him, "Heh … um … sorry …"

"No problem," Kenneth scoffed and continued on his way, but stopped and huffed, turning around to find Syn staring after him. She shyly looked away to the ground, the wall, the ceiling, anywhere but his amber gaze. Though it was unavoidable what he said next would get her to stare in disbelief and hope, "By the way … sorry about all the shit that happened in the lounge. It was fucked up for me to shout at you the way I did … see ya."

By the time Syn worked up the courage to respond Kenneth was already far away from her. Just in time to have a grinning Dante appear right next to her snickering away as she sighed and growled, "Why can't he see we were meant to be."

Dante chuckled, "Sis, I hope you realize that with a single drop of blood you two are related as uncle and niece."

"Oh don't even go there with me!" Syn turned to poke her brother in the chest getting him to laugh softly to himself as she tried to defend whatever dominance she could hold on to, "That drop of blood is a nanoscopic and you know it. We're as related as day is to night, nothing alike, and nothing blood similar."

Dante smirked, "So if you have nothing alike, nothing similar, nothing compatible, and absolutely nothing to do with each other … you like him … why?"

"Because he –" Syn stopped when she realized stupidly that her brother tripped her up with his words … glaring at his smug grin she shoved him against the wall and continued down the hall, "Shut up."

"You're just too easy sis," Dante laughed as he followed her to the docking bay of the ship. All the while Syn stomped down the hall with an embarrassed blush and evil glare directed to the ground. Evil because her stupid brother just couldn't understand and embarrassed because she had the chance to at least get Kenneth to look her way in the future, but she blew it! To say that getting the thief – which he still was (only he kept in on the down low from Raven, Malchior, and Rorek) – to like her plan was totally shot was an understatement.

At least … Syn knew … she was going to get her family back together.

Because in her studies it was said that Ellris had tried to take over the Safe-Zone and succeed in eliminating over half of the Azarian population. The plan was basically for her and Dante to catch Ellris off guard before that happened. Having been paying attention to their studies they knew he was coming in from the southeast … if they could intercept him and officially alter history from that point on. Syn could live without Kenneth … after all … blood was always thicker then water.

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I'll try the get the next chapter up as soon as I can! I promise! Now that I got over this dumb writers block I can finally go on! Just don't loose hope on me yet, this story … I think it's ending is coming soon … I'm not quite sure, I'll have to check … … … what you thought I was going to tell you when? HA! Not! Sorry, that was uncalled for; you all know I'm evil that way.

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