Lucivar prowled the confines of is sitting room. Oh he could be out chopping wood, or stretching his wings. Hell he could be trying to do something helpful but something wasn't right with Daemon. Hell this whole situation was wrong. And damn it he was going to figure out why.

He glanced out the window and saw a figure kneeling down by some flowers. Long dark hair that was too tangled to be just wind tossed. What was Tersa doing here? Well not here, of course she would know Daemon wasn't well and come to see him… but what was she doing to the flowers? Might as well go see if he could do something to "help" her.

A moment to figure out what he was going to do was all he had before the dark wood door that led to the hallway burst open slamming against the wall. The sound of it pissed him off… the scent of the one who had slammed it open worried him. "Damn it bastard. You better have…"

"Shut up Prick." He knew it was going to hurt like a wicked bitch to walk the few feet from his own room to this one… but not this much. The pain made the sound of grave in his voice… it almost sounded like ice… and right now that served him well enough.

Slowly Lucivar moved away from the window. The last thing he wanted was his blood to be sprayed over it where Tersa could see. Then again the Sadist wasn't that merciful when he killed. "Is there a reason you're not with the Lady?"

Almost too gently Daemon closed the door and glided the best he could till he was mere inches away from Lucivar. In a soft whisper he answered the question, "Care to tell me what you were doing in Pruul?"

Shit. Telling a lie would get him killed, telling him the truth would get him torn apart. And trying to down play this as just a simple looking around would have his mind ripped apart long before his body died. "Would you like a simple answer or hear all the details?"

Pulling a chair that was near him Daemon sat down, obviously he was not going anywhere till he got all the information that he wanted. When Lucivar didn't continue to speak he growled, "Details, every single one of them." Now, was left unsaid.

The coven was annoyed with him for upsetting Jaenelle. The healers were pissed with him for allowing his anger to destroy healing webs that were needed. The lady was pissed bordering scary for more things then he cared to think about. And his father… no, the High Lord … if he was anyone else's offspring… would have left him in the darkest part of Hell and left him there. None of that scared him like trying to explain Pruul to the Sadist who had already decided the why didn't matter.

Looking Daemon in the eye he said in calm voice, "Looking for you."

Anger gave way to puzzlement as the three words tumbled in his head. "And why would I be in Pruul? Hell why would I be in Terrielle at all?"

That blank look mixed with those questions were enough to send a chill down his spine. By the way Daemon cocked his head and narrowed his eyes something must have snapped in his mind. A breath later the room shook with the force behind the black shield snapping in place. Ice had begun to creep up the glass windows. And Daemon who had been sitting calmly waiting for answers was standing once more. The pain was he was in no long was held in his eyes… oh no… feral rage was burnt into his glazed icy eyes. "Explain."

"The party at the Keep…" Lucivar started. If it was to slow or if the Sadist thought he was leaving out details he never knew. But he felt the icy claws scratching his outer most inner barrier. He didn't hesitate to open them. Didn't hesitate to give this man every answer, every detail he wanted.

The last thing Lucivar remembered giving to his brother was the image of him lying in that small dark room. His arms pulled from the joints. The legs pulled and laying in an unnatural position. The words, "Have you come to kill me Prick?" coming from his mouth.

Lucivar fell to the floor with a loud thunk. The web would hold him till he fought his own inner demons. Some would have to move him to a place he would be more comfortable… Daemon looked down at his brother knowing if he tried he wouldn't get more than an inch maybe two before his own strength gave out. As it was he wasn't sure if he could get himself to his suit before the darkness took him.

"Don't use more than basic craft" that had been the warning. He knew it was a warning but he had to get to the truth. But he hadn't expected to feel like this. Too late for regret now. No he only hoped the Lady wouldn't do something that he would regret later.

The High Lord was waiting outside the door when the black shield fell. He had expected that Daemon would need help… and had hoped… he would find his other son still standing. Daemon didn't look at him but had only said, "He needs you more than I do, Priest."

Daemon, hadn't called him that since…

Panic filled him as the strong sent of burning cold rage rushed at him. He was torn between the desire to treat his other son with the same regard at he had shown Lucivar, and the need to know if his youngest son was still among the living.

Daemon was still standing. That was what pushed him to deal with Lucivar first… the Latter could wait for a few moments.

Satan drew a deep breath in relief after seeing Lucivar was only held in some kind of web. His breathing was normal as was his heart beat. The web it's self… the strong sensation that a quick death would be too kind warned him against destroying it. But it gave him a thought about how to deal with one who created it.

The last bit of anger kept him upright until he was in Jaenelle's sitting room. The strong need to smell her scent allowed him a few stumbled steps more.

Two ladies were in that room. His vision blurred too much to identify who. Blond hair, white, or silvery he couldn't tell. He forced his voice to say, "I'm sorry" before his body collapsed. He was only vaguely a wear of "You stupid, snarly, idiot. What did you do?" coming from someone's voice. Who didn't matter now.

He was falling too quickly. He would crash though his inner webs if he kept…

Strength not his own flow around him. Webs … dark strength… Sapphire… Red… Gray…

That was the last thing he remembered.

"Papa!" Jaenelle screamed as Daemon collapsed.

Karla was already kneeling by him saying something. Words had no meaning right now. She was watching in horror… in shock… as everything was happening so slowly and knowing time didn't move like this… yet it was.

Jaenelle's panic scream had Gabrielle running from the young prince's room to her Queens'. Ladvarian was running ahead of her. Rage was made into those furry legs. If she wanted to help, she would have reach the "why" of the Lady's scream before did.

Up ahead The High Lord was moving too quickly from Lucivar's room. His face was an unreadable mask.

As she reached the room Kaelas leaped from the inner courtyard to come to his Queen's rescue.

One scream and the call for help had been relayed to every male that was first circle. Every Queen that made up the coven. The staff that had heard that scream some from their fair haired Lady had relayed the command to defend and protect to Beal… the only staff member who could give orders until the High Lord remembered enough to shield the Hall.

Chaosti pulled his cousin close to his chest. As a member of the first circle only her triangle should try to deal her on this level. As family… any one … including her first escort… who had a problem with it could take it up with his knives.

Jaenelle tried to pull away from the male that was holding her. Blocking her from seeing… from helping. She needed to see… to help. She was Witch, the Living myth, and not some mousy girl that ran away from a fight.

"Cousin, be still."

Cousin? In a panic teary voice she spoke, "Chaosti?"

"Hmmm. Prince Sadi is in good hands." He was watching as the court healers were already beginning to weave some kind of web. Watching a bit too closely as the High Lord was trying to be helpful and forgetting that he no longer dealt with the living. And had good sense to shield his queen the best he could from the strong emotions that were rising off of her first circle.

"He… I told him…"

"It seems to be the week for the High Lords offspring to not follow orders."

He let her enough room to wipe the tears from her eyes, "Are you using a spell on me?"

He leaned closer so that only she would hear, "If you love him cousin then you'll do nothing else to harm your child."

Jaenelle blinked in surprise of those words. Didn't know if she should just let them drop or express her feelings to her cousin. She let out a startled squeal as she felt him move to pick her up, but did protest when he scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the High Lord's sitting room. "Papa told you to bring me here?"

Chaosti nodded once, "Lord Ladvarian and Prince Kaelas will keep you company once they remember Prince Sadi needs healing and a good bite in the ass."

"Oh they …" wouldn't? For making her cry… "Will you tell them only I can dent his head over this?"

"As you wish cousin." He paused long enough to send the Queen's command, then he too carefully sat her down on the High Lord's long couch.

Jaenelle looked at him closely… he was using words that would allow him the most contact with her but it was a Warlord Prince that was watching her every move and guarding her against anything that would do harm to her or her unborn child… including herself.

Nothing more was said… at least nothing that she could hear anyways… but the way Ladvarian and Kaelas entered the room and made themselves comfortable around her… it was too obvious something had passed between the males. The way the cat laid at her feet and the dog had joined her on the couch the way she was going anywhere was when they decided that she needed to go somewhere else.

Chaosti bowed slightly to his Queen, "Lord Ladvarian and Prince Kaelas will stay with you until the High Lord returns for his midday nap."

She waited till he had left before muttering, "And who does he think will put Papa out of that room until Daemon is stable?"

Kaelas Looked up at her, *Did you want an answer to that, Lady?*

She thought for just a second, "No I don't" not when there was that meny pissed off and worried Queens surrounding Daemon. And not when she was sure … more that sure… that her first circle knew how to dismiss the High Lord with offending him. No like it or not she would get the answer soon enough.