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Taryn couldn't understand why nobody had come to open the grand doors of the keep. Letting out a frustrated snarl, she drew some more energy from her rose jewel and amplified her knocking.
Lucivar snickered from behind her, only to earn a glare.
"Doll, you have to use more physical force."
Growling, she turned to the door, and used some energy from her hidden black jewel. Slamming her fist on the wooden doors three times she smiled with accomplishment.
Lucivar stared in shock at the cracks that formed with each knock from her tiny fists. Making a whistling noise, he looked at the damage with approval.
"Enough force?" She snarled.
"I'd hope so." He said voice full of amusement.
Now inside the keep, those inside were startled by the large 'booms' that echoed off the walls. Daemon just so happened to be the closest to the front door. Saetan felt the shock ripple through his study, and was making his way at a fast pace toward the keep's entrance, along with Andulvar and Memphis.
Swinging the door open in a rather hostile fashion, Daemon was shocked into silence at the sight of his half-brother, but even more so because of the small, dark haired girl attacking him.
Lucivar chuckled and pulled the struggling girl close, "Someone is a tired little, grumpy witch."
Finally realizing the door was open, his eyes met with a familiar pair.
"Bastard?"
"Prick?"
"Daemon what's going on here?" Saetan's voice rang as he now stood beside his son and looked at what caused the commotion.
"Lucivar?"
"Who the hell are you?" Lucivar asked, before hissing, as the girl in his arms bit him.
"Be more respectful to the High Lord." She ordered, as she removed herself from his loosened grasp.
"And who are you little girl?" Saetan asked smiling.
Looking nervous Taryn shifted her feet.
"Taryn Elizabeth."
Lucivar smiled, it was nice actually being able to know her name.
"Tersa told me to come here."
At that comment Daemon's eyes snapped to her. With a glare, he stormed away leaving a frustrated High Lord, a confused, yet angry Lucivar, and an extremely upset Witch to sort out what exactly was going on.