Dedicated to Erkith, for reading and reviewing most of my stories!

A/N: Second chap in my new story, and I think I'm going to explain all those questions and OOC's in the first story. I hope you like it! Oh, and I'm sorry I lied about updating, but now I have a lot of free time on my hand, at least for a week, so I should be updating faster. Also, people, if I make capitalization errors it is because I am confused about what was done in the books, like if I capitalize Jewels, and Red Jewel. Also, the rating might change later in the story, but I don't think so, but right now it's rated for language and theme. Happy Holidays Everyone!!!

Disclaimer: Idiot 1: 'Wow, you're Anne Bishop!' Me: (Smiles sweetly)(bangs Idiot 1 over head with club) No, and some people are really stupid. AKA-I don't own The Dark Jewels Trilogy, or anything in this story besides the plot of this story.

Bitter Memories

Lucivar stared at Daemon for a second, and then started to back out of reach, but his reason for doing this didn't seem to be the Sadist standing in front of him, which would make any sane man terrified, but instead a wild-crazy look had come into his eyes.

"Diana, no, it couldn't be, not Diana!"

Saetan, who had been trying to be as quiet as possible while thinking of a way to quell the Sadist's anger without calling Jaenelle, started as his son made this astonishing comment. He looked at his son and realized he was in great emotional discord, and, Saetan thought with surprise, the only other time he had seen Lucivar like this was…never.

Daemon was also surprised; enough so that he felt the anger of the Sadist leaving his body, said quietly and evenly, "There's more."

Saetan looked up at Daemon with the look in his eyes saying, 'More? More damage to Lucivar than you've already done?'

Daemon just looked into the distance, and Saetan could see the pain in his eyes. He was about to ask when Daemon sent him a black spear thread. Her body, her BODY!!!

Saetan reeled back with the feeling force of pain in his head. What about her body!

Tears started streaming down Daemon's face in a silent stream. Saetan watched his son with confusion and shock. The Sadist had been something, but anything that could make Daemon and Lucivar so terrified and distraught was something that even the Lord of Darkness didn't want to see.

Suddenly they both stopped dead in their tracks, for ice was spreading through the room, touching anything that stood in its way. Where Daemon and Saetan stood in the middle of the room, and Lucivar kneeled a little to the side, the ice pooled in front of them for a second before stopping its freezing path.

None of this scared Daemon and Saetan as much as what they knew was coming. Lucivar had tears silently running down his face as he felt the wave of power glide in a silent nightmare towards them.

They shuddered as Jaenelle glided into the room. Not Janelle, Witch.

Witch drifted towards them in a never faltering step, and putting fear into their hearts at her full glory. Her spidersilk gown and flawless features seemed to glow with a cold certainty. She looked at Lucivar with a look in her eyes, those petrifying eyes, and said in her midnight voice, "Speak, Lucivar of Ebon Aksavi of Lady Diana of Askavi and her whereabouts of her life."

Lucivar shuddered, but Daemon, who was not under the full gaze of Jaenelle, said with a quiet confidence, "Jaenelle, please calm down, why is it that we need to hear this now, with out Lady Diana to help with our decisions."

Witch turned to him, and though Daemon was shivering from her stare, was astounded to see…tears, in her eyes. "Her body," Jaenelle cried, repeating what Daemon said, "Her body was used as a web medium!"1

They all stared. Then Saetan shook his head.

"Impossible. First of all, humans as a whole have no value at all in a web as a medium; it is their Jewel's power that would affect the web. Two, who would be inhuman enough to do such a thing to a living thing?"2

Jaenelle whispered, "It would be impossible except for the fact that blood can be used as a medium, and each race has a different distinguishing blood mark, and it is what I'm trying to do, by asking Lucivar where she has been in the last few years."3

Lucivar started to speak. His voice was monotone, but it held a tinge of bitterness. "Me and Diana met when we were children, at the camps. She'd always pick on me, but never laughed at me for being a half-breed. She always defended me from the other children. I know she had a family, but all she would ever tell me was that they died a while ago. A few months after we met she was taken away, and I thought she died. It turns out that we met again, in some other court, many years after that. It was just after I had become," Lucivar snarled, "A pleasure slave. It turns out she had become a slave for the Queen, and this Queen's name was Rubath. She had already had her birthright Jewel, and it was Red. Most were afraid of her, but Rubath was also a red, and for some reason that I didn't know then, Diana wouldn't fight against anything. I found out that Rubath had been threatening Diana not only with physical torture, but telling her she'd kill me if Diana made a mistake. Rubath was the first Queen I ever killed. It was too late. Diana had already been subjugated too torture, and her mind was almost shattered beyond repair. Around me she never showed her pain, so I didn't know till years later, while I was still in the service of Rubath, though Diana had already been shown to another court. The next time I saw her was at the court of Pruthvian, and she seemed more powerful, yet, different in a way, I never knew that she had made the Offering to the Darkness. I never saw her again."

Lucivar said, half sobbing, but then looked up at them with tear-stained eyes. "But every time I was in trouble at a court, but I still had trouble with killing the Queen, something would happen, and I was sure I could feel the presence of Diana."

Jaenelle looked at Lucivar with tears in her eyes, and nodded sympathetically.

Suddenly they were aware of the fact that a person had been listening to the whole conversation, and was standing behind them at the doorway.

"It's a sad story, but the way Lucivar tells it, it makes it sound like a tragedy, but really, it's part of everyday life for those in Terreille. Especially those of mixed decent. And," The voice became bitter, "Being Eyrian doesn't help."

They all turned to see Marian standing there, with a bitter look in her eyes

1I would like people to realize the change in this sentence from Witch to Jaenelle, and that it was not a typing error

2About the human having no value in a web, made up by me, and if this is wrong, please contact me

3 Also made up by me, and I think it is right but I am not sure.

A/N: I sincerely apologize to all those people out there who I said this would be done last week, but clearly I have no idea what's going on with my life. Hope you like the second chap, and sorry it was a bit short, I'll try to make them longer from now on.