It was just after morning meal when both Jaenelle and Daemon arrived in Scelt. It had taken some convincing to make The high lord wait in the Hall in hell. Had taken more to convince him that Daemon would protect Jaenelle from coming to any harm. But they had convinced him after Jaenelle had promised to report to him after the witch was removed from her site. She had to promise that she would let him search for any unwelcome webs until he was satisfied that there weren't any.

And so the two of them left for Scelt and arrived just before the witch was scheduled to arrive. Just long enough to make sure no one would see Daemon unless they wore a darker jewel then black. And made sure the sitting room had a special web in place. A web so that if any unwelcome spells or tangled webs were cast those who wore jewels darker then Gray world know it. And would be able to deflect it . In short any spells cast by some one other then the family or the coven would signal the Sadist to come and play.

Janelle sat in between both Karla and Morgahnn. Karla sat to her right and Morgahnn to her left. It had been decided yesterday that since the witch lived in Scelt and had originally came to Morgahnn for help in some matter, that she would introduce both Janelle and Karla. How ever after reading the web Jaenelle had decided that she would greet the young woman. And she would look at her more so then she would have before she had read the tangled web that Daemon had created.

The three of them sat and made small talk till Karla blurted out, " Daemon seems rather prickly today."

" he didn't sleep well last night."

" that's an understatement." Morgahnn added under her breath. Then realized witch was glaring at her. " I mean he had all of the boyos so worked up last night I swear Khary was making sure his weapons were well past sharp right up until you arrived."

" I see. And did Khary tell you what was wrong?"

" psh, if he had I would have joined him. No I figured you would tell us when you were ready to."

" ah.'

" so what did Have Daemon walking the killing field so late last night and why didn't any one ask for me to join in the fun." Karla asked almost mockingly

" well one he was a sleep when he rose to the killing field and two, you would have made it worse. After all you love to push both Daemon and Lucivar."

" I . Do. Not . Push. Daemon. And besides pressing Lucivar's buttons usually helps Marian in the long run."

"I'm sorry how does you getting thrown into water help Marian…. No …. no forget I asked .. Really I don't want to know." More like she remembered how out spoken Karla was and didn't want to know about the secret language between her friend and her brother.

" nope too late. I'm going to tell you anyways… I get Lucivar all prickly then Marian has to calm him down. And since that usually leads to the bedroom … well they are trying for another child you know."

" they are what!" Morgahnn gasped.

" no , Lucivar is still ….. I'm sure…. Karla he is isn't he?" Jaenelle grabbed Karla's arm in desperation . One little Lucivar flying around was more then enough. Or at least right now.

She gave her best wicked grin. Then slyly said, " not for some time now. You know Marian can convince him of just about anything if it will make her happy."

" well then let's hope my brother doesn't get himself killed trying to help his brother."

" speaking of where is Daemon. I seen him come with you and he was…"

" Morgahnn let me say this, you would have to wear a darker jewel then black to see him. But he's close."

The room was quiet for a while till Morghann's butler showed a blond hair witch into the room. A Sapphire jewel hung around her neck, but there was no hourglass above it. No reason to think that she was a black widow. Her scent told other wise.

Janelle stood up slowly and held her hands out with the palm up in greeting. In a soft soothing voice she said, " welcome I hope we weren't that hard to find."

" oh no lady . No hard at all really." her voice was soft and airy. It didn't match her personality . Didn't match what the web had shown.

" come now why don't you tell us why you were in need of the realms best healer's, for I do not see anything wrong with you." or at least nothing wrong with the body. But there was something wrong with the way this witch thinks. In the way she was watching her.

The witch took a seat in the over stuffed high backed chair that faced the couch and let out a sigh. Then very quietly began to speak. " I do not come for myself but as an liaison to a warlord prince that does need your help."

Janelle sat up a little straighter with interest, or at least mimicking the action of taking interest. " and does the prince have a name?"

" he does but , I do not wish to give it just yet. He….. " her eyes shifted. " he don't know that I have asked for your help."

" I see. And what does the prince need help with?" Jaenelle was fighting not to let Witch speak. Not to let her midnight voice come though right now. Didn't dare let on that the warning spell had been tripped.

" he is from Hayll. And…. The queen that he served…….. We want to have children of our own but he can't." she let tears swell her eyes. Let the sobs fill her voice.

" ah , and you were hoping that we could do something to help."

" I was hoping for only a tonic lady. Something that would make it possible to conceive when there is no other way."

Something feral flashed in Jaenelle's eyes. She understood what the web would have been used for if the terms had been set properly. She would have sent Daemon to this little witch so he would be force to sire her children. Forced because his wife, his queen demanded it. Would have because the pain she would in flick if he didn't would have been worse. On the black thread she growled, * get this piece of walking carrion out of my site be fore I kill her myself.*

* Do you mind if I play a bit?*

* play?*

* yes sweet heart . Play…. Show her just why they call me the Sadist. Why you're the only one I care to have in my bed.*

She felt phantom hands caressing her body. Fought hard not to squirm. * as long as it's just , phantom things touching her.*

* sweetheart, I wouldn't dare do more…… well except my snakes tooth. Yes I think that will have to touch her eventually.*

The doors leading to the hallway opened as Daemon leaned up against the frame. He was wearing his tight black leather pants, a white silk shirt that only had enough buttons to be fasten just under his ribs. And his black pendent hung from is neck. In a soft purr said, " my apologies Ladies , but I had to come see who had the such delightful scent." as he spoke phantom hands rubbed Jaenelle's back with reassurance. He wanted her to know that he was just playing. Wanted to make sure he didn't do anything to upset her.

The witch turned towards his voice and licked her lips. Had to fight not to drool. He was just leaning against the door frame and already her heart was thumping. Already she was dreaming of what it would be like to be in a soft bed with him. She watched as he glided over towards them. Watched how he moved so much like a strong muscular feline.

Knowing he was doing this on purpose and knowing that she was suppose to play the part of not wanting him.. mother night how it was hard not to want him when he was dressed like this. She acted like the web was in place. Acted like it was his job to please whoever she demanded. Knew Karla and Morgahnn would kill her if they weren't aware of the game * it's a game . Play along like this happens all the time. *

* Jaenelle?* both of them asked at the same time

* Just do it. I'll explain in a moment.* she looked at the witch knew Daemon was doing something to her. Was convinced she didn't want to know what. Coldly said, " unfortunately I can't make a tonic for you. However you may see if you can catch the seed of my consort. Since both him and your lover are both from Hayll you should be able to pass the child off as his."

Karla almost blurted out " are you crazy?" heeded Jaenelle's warning, through clenched teeth said, " sister that sound like a marvelous idea. After all your not using him right now. Not after last night."

Daemon nearly laughed , remembered what he wanted to do. " if the lady wishes I will see that she is properly entertained for a while."

The witch nearly squealed in delight. She hoped her web would work. Hoped because she had been learning the hourglass craft by herself, only had one black widow helping when she had questions. Had never dreamed it would have worked this well. Put a choke hold on her emotions and calmly said, " you honor me Lady. "

" honor has nothing to do with it. He's good at what he does but he tends to forget who he is bedding most nights."

* do not*

* shhh. I'm trying to do my best at acting. You know how bad we are at this.*

" oh but it must be such a rush having such a tone male under your sheets."

" see for yourself. I promise you'll never forget the experience as long as you live."

Daemon looked at her. Knew she had just set the terms to her own web. Knew until the high lord finished the kill she would feel anything he did to her. Knew she would feel every touch every ounce of pain regardless if she had a body or not. Oh he was going to enjoy this because she would be begging for the final death long before the high lord allowed it.

He unchained his sexuality a bit more. Enough so it flavored the room. Enough that he saw Jaenelle snarling silently because he wasn't touching her. Wasn't leading her to a quiet bedroom. Knew he would have to correct that tonight. His voice deepened into a full sexual purr. " Lady if you would. I promise I'll do my best so that you never forget the experience" he held out his hand to her. Wanted to rip her wrist off when she touched him . Held a tight restraint on his temper till he had taken her out of Morghann's home. Till he had led her to a small abandoned house that wouldn't be missed when he burned it down.

Phantom hands caressed. Phantom mouths licked and suckled through her cloths. She ached her back suggesting she wanted more. Was to busy in her own thoughts to notice that Daemon hadn't gotten close to her. In fact he had backed away . Her smell was repulsing him, making him want to rush and kill her. Something that just wouldn't do because she had intended to harm him. Had intended to harm his queen. Distress his wife. Wanted to Tear apart his family . No her death would be slow . Had to be.

Daemon played with her till she was begging him to please him self. Had her begging for him to really touch her. It was then he smiled knowing she would crave that touch till it became painful not to have it. Would feel it till his father finished her.

When he was done with his part of the execution her limbs had been severed. Her blood pooled on the floor. Her scent filled the small house. He left it stand. Left it to reek of death till he could properly clean it up. With is anger slated and the witch dead he vanished her limbs and torso. Carried her head by her hair. Then made his way to the closest alter. Made his way to hell.

He stopped only long enough to find his brother. Long enough to ask if he was on his way to an alter.

The answer was short, * after I clean my war blade.*