Electricity sparked in the air, the sound of thunder was a loud monotone and smoke billowed all around, giving the room a very odd air indeed. Henry was practically shaking by now, like every time he summoned this powerful entity. The prince wasn't ashamed to admit it. He was scared, terrified, there was always the chance that the thing could decide he didn't need him any more and then who knows what might happen then. It was necessary though, just to get things to go smoothly the way he wanted for just once in his life.

Through bright flashes of lightning he was able to see the figure. Not clearly though adding to the horror of the ritual.

"Your hands are stained red yet again prince." The voice was deep, almost metallic in a way and gritty too, slightly like he was trying to chew gravel and pass it while he spoke.

"They will be stained a few times more before this is over." Henry somehow managed to keep his composure, but he couldn't help the remorseful edge that crept into his words.

"Well seeing as I'm here, who'd you murder this time" asked the creature.

"The king was killed this very hour."

"And I take it his queen is soon to follow?"

"I've told you before I want her for myself." Now it was Henry's turn to grit his teeth. The creature sighed.

"It's just that legitimate queens always work so much better," he saw the look on Henrys face and continued. "You need a person that's a female that's a royal that's a fairy! Who else is there? You've left the queen with no heir!"

"The sister-"

"Beth isn't in line for the throne here or in Ireland. And I don't think you could woo the Queen- what was her name again?"

"Lilith."

"I don't think you could woo Lilith after having killed her husband and her sister. No, Beth definitely won't do."

Henry smiled. He knew what the thing was trying to do. He had read books where these creatures had tricked their costumers into sacrificing something dear to them and then going mad from doing the deed. Then with no one left to control them, the demons where set free to rampage at will or go back to where they came from. Henry had seen the problem and in the desperation to find the solution, he had almost skipped it.

"You did not let me finish before. The king had an older sister who died while she was still rather young, but she had a daughter. Her name is Bell."

"Why didn't you mention this before my friend? This simplifies matters significantly. I think. Where is she now, this Bell?"

"Well to tell you the truth I almost forgot about her. Like I said, her mother died when she was still very young. Edward himself was still little boy then. Bell stayed with the rest of the royals here in the palace until maybe five or six years ago by our time, when she became infatuated with a human boy that somehow ended up here. She visits from time to time but she lives with him and travels with him wherever he may go."

"This boy is our link is he not?"

"Yes."

"And does she love him?"

"I'm not sure, not in the sense that you mean I think. Maybe at one point in time she did, but now she only goes as his companion and his friend. She recognizes that. The boy is in love with someone else."

"Ah!" The thing made the connection, "She's the girl that came with her brothers just when the charter that keeps Neverland in its eternal grace was broken."

"Yes"

Henry remembered that day, when the wedding had taken place, and as he felt his heart torn apart as the couple said his bows to unify themselves together, he vowed to himself that he would get his revenge. The plan had been to first take Edwards crown then his lover and then finally his life. That day of the wedding was when he went to the library and searched through the dust volumes until he found what he wanted. That was the night he had met the thing before him. Things had gone differently than he planned though. He wasn't able to make Edward suffer; Henry had been forced to set things in motion for that specific case just three days ago.

It turned out that Peter Pan had taken off for England in search of help through his beloved Wendy. Poor boy, he didn't know what he was getting her into. Of course Henry would have still had to have found her or some girl very similar to her at least. Peter had just made everything so easy.