Sorry for updating so late in the week. Honestly, I'm exhausted. This weekend is the first weekend where I'm not actually doing anything planned weeks in advance. It's nice.
I hope you like the newest chapter! One more to go, and then everything will be wrapped up! Honestly, no loose ends. Everything makes sense in the end.
As Nicholas had hoped, his mother was looking down on them from Heaven. Her forehead was a mess of wrinkles, showing her true feelings. Agni and Soma sat next to her, whispering softly about how everything would be okay. How could her son turn out this way? He did not need to get revenge for her death. It was nothing. She only wanted him to have a good life, protecting his beautiful little sister. Elizabeth watched her son sneak into the Queen's chamber, and stand over her while she slept, and Elizabeth felt a great pain in her chest, and heaved a painful, shuddering breath. Elizabeth, of course was only watching her son. She could only watch one person at a time, as she was not God. But if she had been watching her daughter, perhaps her attitude would have been cheerier.
Evelynne was in the black-soaked garden, illuminated only by the moon. Suddenly another light source appeared. It seemed to be a figure, a white figure, holding what seemed like a long cross, which it handed over to her. She thanked the figure, which turned to leave. She called out to it, and asked it to help her in one more way.
Nicholas stood over the Queen of England, her chest moving up and down at regular intervals. Now that he was here, Nicholas was not sure he could do it. Could he really kill the Queen of England? Could he really kill the woman that both his father and mother respected and loved?
Skye stared attentively at Nicholas. Waiting patiently for him to make a move. Would he run? Would he fight? Or would he pull himself together and kill the sleeping woman? Skye cleared his throat, and pulled a knife from under his cloak. Nicholas's head shot up to stare Skye in the eyes. He saw the knife, and, with a deep breath, took it from Skye. Skye's eyes gleamed with excitement. He would finally be able to take the souls he had worked so hard for. This was it! He'd starved himself for so long to get those delectable souls.
The knife gleamed in the moonlight from the window as it was raised high above the sleeping matriarch. With all his might, Nicholas devoted himself to that knife, and with another deep breath, which he held in his lungs, he plunged the knife into her majesty.
Nicholas opened his eyes, which he only just realized he'd kept closed, to look on the peaceful old face, stray drops of blood standing out on her flesh. He felt a liquid falling down his face, and he hoped it was not tears, even if it meant it was the old woman's blood. He released the knife, leaving it in the woman's chest, outlined by a red flower.
"Finally," Skye said, a wicked smirk gracing his face. He started cackling, his eyes burning bright red in the darkness. Nicholas's stomach dropped, and he knew what was coming. He knew he would loose his soul to a starved demon, who had eaten Nicholas's own father's soul.
A bright light appeared outside the window, taking both Nicholas's and Sebastian's attention. It was a white figure, with large wings that looked like a dove's. The figure held a small girl in its arms. A young girl with long golden hair and dark blue doe-eyes. The girl was Evelynne. The figure and the girl some how managed to move through the solid window with little problem. Nicholas's breath was taken away as Evelynne's feet hit the floor. She turned to the figure, "Thank you, Gabriel." After the figure had left the palace, Evelynne turned to Skye and Nicholas, pulling a shining white sword from where it hung on her waist. The sword was much to big for her, and she could barely hold it.
"Evelynne," Nicholas finally managed to speak. She looked him straight in the eyes, and he could she her determination, and he saw himself in her for the first time. He could see their family bond as a tangible object.
"You think I could let you have your soul eaten? Or let you kill our Queen without my knowledge?" Evelynne said with a small smirk. Nicholas smiled at her. He'd known he wasn't going to get out of his dealings with the demon alive. He also knew he wouldn't get his soul either. That was why he'd needed to talk to Evelynne. He needed to let her know that she was getting on that ship without him. He knew Skye thought him an idiot, thought he was leading Nicholas by the nose killing off whomever Skye pleased. But there was the contract. A demon may not think of his owner's best interests, but a demon would not let it's master die, and he would complete the contract before he took his master's soul. The contract said that Nicholas would get his revenge on those people that killed his mother. And Nicholas had. Nicholas knew he wasn't going to live through this, but he didn't care. He was not stupid. He had inherited his mother's strength and her veil of idiocy. He had known what he was doing the entire time.
But now Evelynne had an archangel's sword. Nicholas had done some studying up on the ways to kill a demon, and that was the only way he could find that would work on Skye. He'd given up on killing the one who was the main cause of his mother's death as soon as he'd found that out. No one could get the sword of an archangel. It was impossible. As impossible as killing the Queen of England, it seemed. Nicholas's face broke into a smile, mirrored only by Evelynne's.
"How on Earth did you get Gabriel to give you his sword?" Nicholas asked breathlessly.
"I find that alliances with angels is more advantageous than demons, brother. It is simple when you offer up the souls of three people immediately and many others afterwards. I offered Gabriel my life and soul, as a demon slayer. I offered your soul, saved from the jaws of a demon, and I offered our father's soul saved from a similar fate. They need some one to do Their dirty work here on Earth." Evelynne looked down coyly at the sword gripped in her hands. And Nicholas saw truly how angelic she was, willing to take care of the scum of the Earth like Skye, or Sebastian, or whoever he was or is.
"Here!" Evelynne said, throwing the sword at Nicholas, for she was far too weak to kill a demon at the mere age of seven. Nicholas caught the sword, and his determination became inflamed, and he knew through a fever of thoughts what he was going to do. He would get his final revenge on the man who had really been responsible for his mother's death.