Lucivar took one more look at his sister. He could feel something about her that he didn't like , couldn't quite place his finger on it. Knew his father would. Help was on the way but he needed to be able to tell the healers what had happen and right now that was one thing he didn't know but if the darkness was kind maybe his brother could tell him.

His heart ached as he hurried back to his brother. Panic washed through him as he watched hid brother shiver. Watched him struggle to take a smallest of breaths. Knew he had to do something to help, something that would keep his brother alive. Concentrated on something small. Quickly cut the ropes from his wrist and ankles. Cursed himself because he hadn't noticed how deep the ropes had cut into the skin. Cursed because it was something else that would need to be healed.

His hand slowly passed down Daemon's black hair came back up covered in blood and sweat. He wouldn't concern himself with that right now. He just had to remind himself that he had seen worse…. Had done worse. Let his hand pass down his brother's blood coated back and winced from the heat that was pouring off of it. Closed his eyes because he knew an infection had already set in. knew the infection wasn't some where on his body but rather was in it. Closed his eyes trying to keep the knowledge that his brother wasn't going to live much longer out of his thoughts.

Keeping his voice calm and quiet he whispered, " Daemon , can you tell me what happen?"

After a few short minutes Daemon raised his head off of the bed . Finding that he was too weak to hold it up, he let it fall back down. Knew his hands were free and used what strength he could to find his brother's hand. " Lady… not well…. My fault " his voice was so faint it barely made a sound.

Lucivar closed his eyes and hoped if he tapped his jewel he could at least stop the bleeding. Hoped. Ebon gray power rippled though the room, lightly hit Daemon. He saw the bleeding on his brother's back stop. Thanked the darkness. Hoped he bought he brother enough time… couldn't be sure.

Not willing to think that he was going to loose his brother he wanted to keep him talking. Had to because if it was too quiet he would think of nothing less, " no old son, she's not well. I think there's a web."

Daemon looked up at him. Had a brief moment of clarity. Tried to explain," web… yes the web… triggered it somehow."

He could hear his brother's words getting fainter. Knew he needed help. Didn't know how much blood had already been lost. " rest Daemon father will be here soon." mother night please let him hurry.

Riding the red winds it didn't take too long to reach the keep. Beal wished it did because the sun was now high in the sky and knew the high lord would be resting. Knew but this was to important not to disturb him.

Gathering himself up he too quickly made his way to his room. Then all to hard knocked on the door. Kept banging till he heard the high lord growl.

The sound startled him. Startled him enough to growl. " who is it"

The door slid open just enough for Beal to step inside, " high Lord your needed at the Hall." he didn't sound meek but did sound very worried.

He knew his old butler well. Knew him well enough to know he wouldn't disturb him for some minor trouble. " what is it Beal?"

" something is terribly wrong with the Lady." his voice trembled. Then mournfully added, " your talents may be needed high lord." he regretted saying it but he wouldn't let him go there unless he had some warning.

" and what talents are those?" Saetan crooned.

" you may need to help…." he didn't dare say who, knew better . Knew he had to, " your son make the transition."

His heart stopped and he was emerged on the killing field before he had known he had taken a step towards it. He glared at his former butler. Wanted to know more … didn't dare ask because he knew only one person in all the three realms could have easily killed his son. Knew she was married to him. No he wouldn't ask just yet.

Saetan was up and dressed a moment later. Riding the black winds just a bit after that. Riding them as quickly as he could with out care of what it was doing to him. With out worry because he was told he would be in hell soon enough.

Lucivar had found the bathroom. Had called in a plain white mug that he always carried with him and filled it with cold water. Hoped if his brother took a drink he could talk. Could keep talking just a little while longer.

"Daemon can you sit up enough to take a drink?" Lucivar's voice quivered. He had seen so many people die through the years. Had seen his brother hurt before but what he was seeing now scared him. Scared him because he wasn't ready to loose his brother. Was sure if he did he would kill the queen that had done it. There was no law against murder but a debt would be collected.

After he had gotten the bleeding to stop he had rolled Daemon to his side. Saw how much weight his brother had dropped. Seen the sagging skin under his dull gold eyes. Saw how sunken in those eyes were. Fear he was loosing his brother now overwhelmed him. Overwhelmed him , but made it clear in his mind who ever had wrapped his sister in that web was going to die a very , very slow death. In fact he was almost willing to do the execution himself because his brother may not live long enough to lay eyes on his unborn child.

Daemon took a small sip to please his brother. Coughed as the cold fluid trickled down his raw and swollen throat. He breathed in so lightly. Finally spoke, " I'll be alright prick….. Just need …. Sleep." it was a lie and he knew it. Knew if he fell asleep he wouldn't be waking back up. Still he wanted the pain to stop. Wished more then anything to make this alright for his brother.

" shhh , don't speak. Save your breath old son. Just save your breath." nervously he patted down Daemon's hair. There was nothing else he could do but wait and hope a healer would get here soon. He wouldn't offer his brother more to drink after seeing how it hurt him to swallow. Knew there was nothing else he could do.

His head shot up when he felt his father's fury. Felt the dark power circling the hall. * Father in back of the hall . Hurry.*

Saetan cursed. Passed through the walls to save time. Froze for a brief moment when he saw his mirror laying so still, laying in a pool of his own blood. " what happen?" he tried to keep the anger from is voice. Tried but couldn't.

" Jaenelle is wrapped in a web. I can feel it but I don't recognize it…… Father Witch did this."

" no…. No she…. Would never…." he wouldn't believe it. Couldn't believe it. His daughter would not have done this. Couldn't have.

" father….. She did.. Hell if I wasn't shielded so well she would have tore my heart out with her bare hands."

" you called for ….." he had to change the subject. Had to know if a good healer was on her way.

" Karla and Morgahnn should be here any time. They were both in Scelt."

" where's the Lady?"

" our very pregnant queen is sleeping in the sitting room. I wrapped a sleep web around her." Lucivar said so dryly one could have though the was carrying a conversation with the dead. He also had to tell his father because he knew what he do if Daemon did die.

" I see….. Prince when Karla arrives I want him taken to Glaica immediately."

Lucivar turned slightly so he could see his father clearly. Saw the red haze in those golden eyes. Knew who he was talking to even if he wasn't giving any outward signs. " high lord?"

" his body can be healed anywhere but his mind will never heal if he is kept here… at least not till the entire hall is cleaned. I hope Marian would be able to instruct Helen with that." he wasn't sure if Daemon's body cold be healed , but he wasn't going tell his son that right now. Wasn't going to say it because he had just watched Daemon's eyes glance up at him. And he wouldn't tell his mirror that there was no hope.

" I'll see to it high lord." Lucivar knew. Knew what his father wasn't saying. Was glad his father hadn't put words to that fear.

Karla and Morgahnn arrived together along with most of the boyos. The hall looked to be in one piece. Looked …. But the smell ….. Fear , pain, and blood scented the air. Along with the mix of males rage. Then there underneath it all was the almost faint smell of rot. Karla went cold while Morgahnn started burning with rage.

The boyos yielded. Yielded because this was queens rage and right now they didn't know who would be on the receiving end of that rage. Was sure they didn't want to know.

Karla called out to Lucivar. * Prince Yaslana , where.*

He felt her temper wash through the hall, through his ring. Sent back a warning, * leash the tempers. Now. You'll do my brother no good if you don't.*

Karla flinched. Reined in her temper forced Morgahnn to do the same. Then entered the hall. There was no signs of a battle being fought here. Just the smell of fear and worry still lingering. They saw the high lord hunched over, guarding something on the couch. Took a step in the room.

Saetan turned to them and growled, " right now Daemon is in need of both of you. Boyos help me get the queen up to bed…. Up to the consorts room."

" consorts room, high lord? Surly you mean…." one of the boyos spoke. He never knew who.

" I said what I meant." he hissed.