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~Sellouts~
2: Bury Me
I'll be there whenever you sleep
Tearing up all your dreams
No love, when you look up for God
No luck, I'm all you got
The doors to the citadel opened with loud creak. A shiver went down Jasmine's spine at the sound. Mozenrath strolled forward, confidence and prowess emitting from his very being. The room was grand, everything was immaculate, almost royal worthy. Jasmine followed him into a room to the east hall. It was as if the warning bells in her head was going off. She could feel the darkness before she even took a step inside.
"How very quaint." Jasmine folded her arms, displeased. Mozenrath halted in mid-stride. An eyebrow raised, as he peered over his shoulder.
"You'll get used to it, Princess." He responded nonchalantly.
Jasmine continued to follow him. An uneasy sensation creping over. There was a large table in the center. Dozens of glass vials were upon it, each a different color. A red book was open near the edge. The candles in the room giving an eerie atmosphere.
Mozenrath gave a little hum as he flipped through the pages of the red book. He settled himself into a well cushioned chair. Paying no mind to the woman before him. A few moments passed and he rubbed the bridged of his nose. The book dropped to his lap. His dark eyes rose to hers.
"It appears the answers is not in this book. I may need you to stay longer, Princess." He said gruffly.
The young woman folded her arms, glaring. "That's not going to happen." She snapped.
A mocking smile lit his features. "Why ever not? Scared I might do something rather improper?" He scoffed, shaking his head. "I hate to bring this up, Princess. You aren't all that." He let his eyes seize her slowly. When his eyes met hers they were icy.
"Do you feel threaten by me?" Jasmine asked, tauntingly. She took a step forward. Mozenrath tilted his head, amused. Such a dense woman.
"I have no interest in royal blood. You, think I'm threaten by you? Tsk, that is very poor judgement. If anything, you are the one who needs to fear me." Mozenrath spoke coolly, standing up. The magic glowed ominously around him.
Jasmine felt her heart skip a beat. She wouldn't let him intimidate her. Raising to the challenge, she took another step towards him. The raw energy causing goosebumps to stand. He was so close to her.
"Do your worst, Mozenrath." She said coldly
He stared at her blankly for a few moments. Then he started to laugh. It was deep, and more so genuine. She never heard him react like that. The glow around him halted, and he gave her an amused smile. Shaking his head slightly.
"If I honestly wanted to harm you. I would have by now. Though it's so easy to rile your feathers." He pointed out with a mocking smile. Jasmine sighed, they were getting nowhere. It made her feel more on edge.
"In case you've forgotten, I'm dying. No more games, Mozenrath." She sat in the chair opposite from him. Her expression exasperated, her small hands clenched in fist.
The young sorcerer regarded her coolly. A gloved hand rubbing his chin as a thought suddenly came to mind. "When did you noticed that you were cursed? Meet anyone new?" His voice pressed curiously.
Jasmine pursed her lips, the mark on her palm tingled with the memory. Mozenrath noticed a slight glow of dull orange around her right hand. Now he was very curious. He stood up, slowly striding towards Jasmine.
"Let me see." His voice pressed in a soft command. Jasmine eyed him warily, extending her palm up. She suppressed the shiver at his touch. It was odd, like warm static brushing against her skin. His magic washed over the palm. The mark bristled at the intrusion. The orange turning a deep shade of red. The triangular design changing into a swirl.
Suddenly Jasmine's vision started to blur. Her breathing becoming erratic, she could hear the thudding of her pulse quicken. Mozenrath caught her before she could hit the ground. She could feel the warmth radiating off him or was it just his magic? Her vision faded to black.
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Mozenrath frowned at the unconscious woman in his arms. Well now this was a very big problem. He carried her out of the room, into his spare room. The room was adjacent to his study room. So he could easily find out when she awoken. He laid her upon the bed. His hands untying the garment. Once again she was dressed in her signature blue attire. Mozenrath resisted scoffing. Did she not have anything other than that teal? He gather she'd look more fitting in shades of white and purple. Now he did scoff. Like that ever would happen.
He surveyed her unconscious form, looking at her palm. The red glow stopped. His magic seemed to have sped up the process of her curse. Her days were definitely numbered. Whoever set this curse didn't want any chance of her surviving. Mozenrath felt something stir within him. A malicious smile formed. More than anything he loved a challenge. Especially when magic was involved. He will get to the very bottom of the curse. He glanced at the princess, eyes dark with hunger. She is the answer.
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Hello everyone! Sorry for the longest delay! I really hope everyone has enjoyed this chapter! I did an early start on the next chapter. So hope you all will bear with me as I continue to write more! Happy Holidays everyone!