The door burst open. At a small table sat an Anihiliad Queen marked with her status as by wearing a dark green dress, and the number of jewels on her head. Fire raged in the background of the atrium, reflecting through the glass, where the forests beneath engulfed in flames made her dawning eyes look fierce and worthy of her status. She stood standing in front of the small table chair, her long dress curled out like a tail from her body, and her long hair collected together to her right, put together in a flimsy braid with an orange flower in the middle, halfway down her body. In her right hand, she held a pencil sized blade, with blades on both sides. The one in her hand, and the one on the other end; its center opened to a hollow tube to which the blades extended from.
She clipped the blade into the center of her palm, tightening her grip. The two men walked in slowly. Nessa could make out the dark blue marks on their skin. On the right, was a man with horns lining his jaw bone and the top line of his forehead. His beard was covered in musk and bristling whiskers that overlapped in-between his horns. A well fit body, where as he dangled his large double edged axe from the grip of his two shoulders, up , and down across the center of his body, he flexed and produced ridges that would drift the course of water. He smiled, taking in the room.
"How beautiful. The king's bitch,... at least what I thought at first." he laughed, "But you're much more, right?" The woman leaned forward, her eyes locked on them both. He hissed, "Your eyes burn women, such fury." He leaned over in a taunt, tossing his blade back over both his shoulders, licking his lips, "I like that." The woman's face twitched in disgust.
"If there ever was a day I too would enjoy killing someone as you have everyday, then this would be the first." She said, standing up a bit more, pointing the tiny blade directly at them. "The stench of blood reeks, off your breath."
A blood curling smile etched itself into their faces, inching across their jaws. The other one cocked his head side ways, rolling it forward as he built up in laughter. His black cloak draped over his body, leaving only the lower half of his face for victims to see. "Ah, my dear lady. You are wise in that fact, but..." He held out his arms, pointing to the orange and red headed girl pressured against the glass of the atrium windows. She banged at the glass, looking to the fire and people of the courtyards below. A sense of grief filled the woman. Evellet rushed out from beneath the table, turning to the intruders, holding her arms out to display 'she will protect', with her arms wide, Evellet shivered a bit as she caught the blood curling eyes of their enemies. She quickly looked at their mother, but the men charged forward.
"Run!" The woman screamed. Nessa turned from the glass, now aware of their situation, but Evellet took her arm and took off to the right, and up the stairs pulling the resistant girl behind her.
"Mother!" Nessa cried. She reached out to her, against the force of Evellet, stopping them a moment on the steps. The cloaked man had engaged their mother head on, and left no chance to miss his opportunity. The other: charged in their direction from the opposite stairwell. Evellet panicked, as he made it to the top balcony before they did.
"Nessa, come." she yelled, picking up the young girl in her arms, rushing down the stairs. At the last step she tripped, pinning Nessa to the floor with her body weight. The man grabbed Evellet with two arms as she clawed at the floor. He pulled her up with his one arm, thrusting her towards him. As she was forcefully spun and pulled toward the man crouched on the ground, they came face to face. He laughed, then head-butted the blonde girl. She fell to the floor screaming, as Nessa cried out at the same time. They hit the floor, blood streaking from their faces. His job was done.
"Found her, Clave". He drug the blonde one by her arm along the floor, and the red headed one by her feet, as he walked towards the mother.
"Stop." the Queen cried out. In her moment of disregard, Clave lunged forward, striking her in the stomach with the back of his axe. She fell to her knees, and he again grabbed her hair, throwing a punch from the side of her face till she fell to the floor. Her crown broke, and blood hung from her lips. She laid motionless on the marble floor. He kneeled down, letting his axe down onto the floor. Grabbing her hair till she was at his eye level; he looked her in the eyes, before thrusting a smaller blade into her abdomen.
"I did always love you, Marquis. I hope you have learned from experience; do not forgive me this time." With that he left, dropping her head to the floor. "Now, we leave."