Lucivar took around at his work. This was once a large manor house that was once home to one of the bitches that turned this realm into a nightmare… now… a crude grin smile barely touched his lip. The stones or those that could be cleaned from her fowled scent were piled off to one side of the once lushes garden. The rest … well a steady blast of jewel power and a tongue of witch fire would take care of that.

Daemon should be here to stand witness for this. The regret that his brother wouldn't witness this first hand scraped emotions that he usually didn't acknowledge. The memory of why his brother… the Sadist… couldn't be here made his anger surge once more. Memories that Hekatah… had been the reason… or at least partly the reason… that neither he or Daemon had grew up knowing who their father was… the reason behind how Jaenelle had grew up in Briarwood. And the cause or why meadows of Witch blood grew over the damn realm brought his temper back to burning rage.

Too many years and too many memories ran ramped through his thoughts. Being here in this place was bringing everything savage out of him. No one would stop him from destroying this pile of ruins. Hell he had been asked to destroy it…

The physic sent of another Warlord Prince approaching was almost enough to give his temper and his fist another target. It was the way the man stood with his hands loosely at his sides that made him take a closer look at who was coming towards him.

The sinewy build and long silver hair was enough to bring his temper back from hot rage to just pissed off again. The fact that the man was walking with all the grace or well trained predator screamed at him to take to the killing field. The knowledge that was friend and family … His golden eyes never looked away from the man, and his nerves were bouncing around too much to find safe ground.

Karla could have sent the Dae Al Mon warlord prince out here to work off some of his temper. She could have sent him out here to make he … The enraged Eyrien warlord prince… hadn't done anything to drain his jewels. Or … the ground was moving in unexpected ways from under his feet… She wouldn't have sent him out here to tell him that Daemon was… no… no… he wouldn't accept that he wouldn't…

"Prince Yaslana"

"Chaosti?" He couldn't find the words in protocol that he should be using right now. He wouldn't be able to till he find out what he needed.

"Karla asked me to find you. And warn you that she gets dent Daemon's head first."

Lucivar blew out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding. Daemon was alive. The fear of losing his brother was erased as a new fear leaped into his mind… The Sadist was going to deathly cold when he found out about what happen. He could see it clearly in his mind what Daemon would do… Rivers of blood flowing in the streets. Men possibly women torn apart from the inside out. Building crumbling under the blaze of witchfire… no one in this realm would soon forget why they called him the Sadist and those in Kealeer would only too soon find out the depth of Daemon's rage.

"Lucivar?" Chaosti was giving him an odd look and sound of worry had come from the man's voice.

"Did Karla happen to say how much Daemon's going to have to know?" or for that matter how much Daemon would remember?

A small smile barely touched his lips, "No. But there something we need to discuss before we return to Kealeer."

From the way that his friend would no longer meet his gaze he knew it had to do with Jaenelle. "How pissed is she?"

"Jaenelle? Not as pissed as going to be after we get Daemon home. But that's not the problem." Well it was a problem but not the problem he needed to discuss.

Mother night. If Jaenelle's temper wasn't the problem… and Daemon not part of this problem… "Mother night, then what is the problem that we need to discuss?"

Suddenly the debris of the manor suddenly caught Chaosti's attention. Now keeping his eye on anything and everything that was not the Eyrien who was a near panic he too softly spoke, "You need to make a decision."

He gave his friend a look of near panic, "what decision?" his voice was sound and didn't quiver or at least he thought it didn't quiver.

"The lady is with child. That being said you're going to have to decide if the debt can wait till the child is born or if it's of need to be collected upon arrival."

There was no choice. Not any he was willing to live with and not one Daemon would tolerate when he found out about it. In a roar he yelled, "If Kat does one thing to harm her child I'll kill her."

"Yeah. That's what I thought but I needed to make sure before we inform her of that."

"Damn It Chaosti what does she think I'll let her do knowing that she's carrying Daemon's child."

"The same thing you let her do during her moontimes but it I was referring to what you'll tolerate since she wants to speak to the bitch."

"Oh well that's completely different then." He let out the tongue of witch fire and sent the piles of wood to blaze. "I underestimated the bitch. She doesn't have the caste or rank that I wouldn't have seen as an issue. She made that mistake of pointing that error out to me. And I'll be damned if I let her near My queen."

"Our Queen. You forget cousin she's my queen too."

Lucivar rolled his eyes and gathered his thoughts. No use fighting a battle that wasn't here yet. "Any Idea how to get everyone to the Gate while Karla is contrasting on the healing?"

"Web coach to the closet gate then through to the Gate in Dhemlan "

"Web coach? You brought a web coach here?" Shock came out in his words. Hell he hadn't thought of that…

"Hell no. The hearth witch had one. Something or another about it being payment for overdue wages."

Answered one question not the other. Might as well be blunt since beating around the bush was getting him nowhere. He knew Daemon was alive and that Karla would dent his head first but he needed to know what he would be dealing with. Not only Daemon's wounds but Karla's temperament. "How was Daemon?"

" I wouldn't worry so much about Prince Sadi for the moment. Not when Karla is so far pissed off she's scary. And yes she is still focusing on the healing. And by the way the black widow that was there was asked for help and since I couldn't see what she was doing and Karla seemed grimly pleased about it I would keep an eye on her too. And the Hearth witch… I think she's related to your wife."

"You think?" he heard the panic in his own voice so he stopped and spoke again in a calmer voice, "Care to explain?"

"Oh she's not eyrien from what I can tell but she rather feisty when riled up and it took both Aaron and I to hull her ass off the bitch. Karla was not pleased one bit about that either. Right now a shield is keeping them apart."

Should let her tear into her sister… then again. "Anything else?" not that he wanted to know but might as well be prepared.

"While I was in Kealeer dropping off your guest I was under the impression that the Lady was unaware that Karla was here."

No he was not going to ask. He was not. If Karla came without telling anyone… oh he could just hear what her master of the guard was going to say about that.

It hadn't taken nearly as long to get back to the cottage as it did to get to the now beacon of witch fire. Then again he had been walking slower then and burning half the once large city ….

"Are you two coming or what?" Khary had his head popped out of an large two story coach. A coach that was so finely made it had of came from an aristo family. Which it probably had…

Where had the coach come from? It hadn't been here… Lucivar shook his head. The mother was a black widow. The one Lady was a black widow … no reason to think that they hadn't made an illusion spell… then again anyone gifted enough or strong enough had been killed… hadn't they? Being here was making him wonder about things that were best not to think about. Things that only scrape his temper and desire to kill.

Daemon was in one of the private rooms tucked into a bed with enough covers around him that he couldn't see anything. The fact that Karla nor the other black widow had looked up to him told him they were much too busy to answer any question he might ask. It also told him that Karla was already too focused on the healing to be of any use for anything else for a long while.

They used the gate that once housed Hekatah. Even gone her stench still rose from the stones. Lucivar look at the coach and then back to the building that housed the gate. He didn't want to in there. Hell he didn't want his brother who was wrapped in a healing web to go into that building. The only other choice was to go directly to the Keep… it would take hours when they couldn't spare a single minute.

The final thought that Lucivar had before lighting the candles was, "Daemon is going to kill me for using this damn gate." Followed by, "Would he ever need to know about it?"

I'm not compleatly satified with this one so I might re-do it later on. also r&r and are always helpful and if you see mistakes let me know and I will try to fix them.