Chapter Six.

Now it was getting very agnostic indeed. They were in some sort of tomb or underground passageway. It was terribly cold, pinching at the girls' skin and whispering through their hair and by their ears. Daisy began to quiver and shake with fright, sticking close to Angeline, of whom managed to pull a small candle from the wall of the crypt. This felt really strange. The wind was chilled, constantly trying to blow out the small flame that had somehow been lit onto the candle. "Hello?" Angeline's voice echoed through the space of the passageways. Nothing answered but a few drips of water falling from the ceiling, and rats and mice scuttling in between the girls' legs before hiding in the darkness of caved in holes. The ground was damp and hard, and the atmosphere was utterly terrifying, but they kept walking along. The small flicker of light was their only source of the light for now as they delved deeper into the cavern. "Is anybody there? Hello?" Angeline called out again. A whisper of wind brushed by her ears again, much like a ghostly voice. Her heart skipped a beat. This was madness. Why? Why did she have to go to that party? At least she was doing it for the love of her father, that was if Reaver did have him hidden somewhere. If not then she could just die. He was all she had left of family. "Angeline?" whimpered Daisy, arms clutching themselves. The sound of her knees knocking could even be heard. "Yes?" replied Angeline, just as quietly. "Are we going to be okay? Nobody's answered... And I don't think anybody would want to live in a place like this. It's scary, and I don't like it at all." Angeline sighed heavily, "I know, I know. I don't either, but we have to keep going. I'm sorry, just hold on. We're almost there."

Their long and tiring walk dragged onwards. In some places the ceiling raised, and in some it dropped. It felt spacious, yet felt as if they were crawling through a never ending mine shaft to their death. Hopefully that wasn't the outcome of why they had ventured here, but these so called 'friends' Reaver had mentioned about four days back probably wouldn't show up at all. If they were to show up then they must be convincing, or else she'd not know what to do. All of a sudden, the girls' came towards a large door stood in their way. Angeline leaned forth and pushed with her might, putting more effort into it, yet nothing happened. The door didn't budge at all. Daisy helped, yet nothing happened, until the seal within her satchel burnt horribly. That was when the doors swung open, and the girls tumbled down the staircase to the stone stage. The only sounds that were heard was Daisy's scream as she hit the floor, the doors creaking to a close behind them, and the venomous hiss of something. Somebody. Angeline dragged her head up from the hard ground to look up and eventually stagger to her feet. She couldn't believe what she was seeing here. Three large ghost-like figures emerged from thin air, settling within three large thrones settled on another stage opposite them. The booming sound of three 'welcomes' rolled through the spacious yet ice cold room. Her eyes then darted towards Daisy, who was stood stone still, mouth gaping and eyes wide as she stared at the three beings.

"One of you carries the Dark Seal..." the form slowly floating in the center of the two opposing shapes spoke. It was a chilling voice, haunting the insides of those who had never heard it before. Both Angeline and Daisy had never heard of such a voice nevertheless of such beings in a place like this. Maybe this was all a scam? That's what it looked like to Angeline. Daisy couldn't speak or move, she was simply stunned. "... But there are two. Only one is required..." the voice died out once again. All three figures were incredibly intimidating, their glowing eyes appeared to bore invisible holes into both the girls, drilling in, wanting from the Dark Seal. Angeline slowly staggered to her feet, shaking still, terrified out of her own wits. "One will trade their youth and beauty so that the King of Thieves may retain his..." the voice trailed off again. The Dark Seal? The King of Thieves? Traded youth and beauty? "By Avo I'll kill him," Angeline growled silently, teeth gritted together like stone. They had to act quick here. Her hands fumbled for the satchel on her side, and she found it, yet it was lighter. Unbuckling the satchel, she found there was nothing inside. "The seal! Where's the seal!" Angeline's voice began to raise and her hands began to feel around the ice cold ground. There was nothing there, until she looked towards Daisy. The girl had fallen to her bare knees with a sickening crack, the very life being drained out of her, for in her hands sat the seal. Angeline was breathless and speechless, "Daisy?" she panted, reaching a hand slowly towards the withering young girl to touch her shoulder, yet felt a pang of electricity run through her once again. This ageing was taking it far too far now, Angeline was becoming very frightened indeed. Since Daisy was only a young girl, not yet reached adulthood, the sheer strength of the Dark Seal sucking her youth right out of her would most surely kill her. She was only a thirteen year old girl and the life and youth from her was being drained right out only so Reaver could retain his own. That was what happened, it killed the girl. She lay on the ground, the darkness still bleeding her of her own life. Angeline was still breathless and speechless, never had she witnessed something so disgusting, something so heartless, so cold and treacherous. This man had to be stopped, he couldn't keep killing people like this.

Daisy's figure retreated to become mere dusty, her bones drying down to a crisp and just fluttering away, down the large crevice joining their stage and the judges' stage. "Reaver has again fulfilled his part of the bargain. But when the sacrifices stop, we will come for him. This he knows." They disappeared into thin air without a single word left. Angeline just stood, the quiet demonic whispers of the Shadow Court running through her hair and ears. They sounded like voices, like people who had been killed here all because of one man, all telling her that she had done the wrong thing. All murmuring insults and insolence to the young lady for the death of a girl. Her hands reached down and she scooped up the seal, oh so tempted to kick it over the edge of the stage and into the abyss between, alas she could not. She had her own father to save from this evil man. The burning sensation had long gone disappeared. Angeline carefully slid it back into the satchel of which hooked across her right shoulder and left arm. Turning, she strode towards the large doors that had swung open once again, and she stepped out. Once the doors shut behind her, an unbearable tension of stress and anger boiled inside of the girl, just wanting to explode. She had no idea how somebody could keep this going, this massacre of people just to retain one's beauty and youthfulness. It was the worst deed she had ever come across. Her fists tightened. Now she could return to the Millfields, give Reaver his seal, and finally meet with her father. Oh the regret she felt.