Chapter 5
Celine's POV
My eyes flickered to the door as it creaked open to see Sebastian. Dressed head to toe in saffron. That sent a chill down my spine. Saffron lights the victory march. What victory had he won? Had there been a battle? I didn't know his numbers so I couldn't tell. Behind him followed a second. Overdressed in garments of begonne ages with a blue tinge to her skin. A warlock. Who knows what hair brained schemes he has with me? Knowing what he wanted to do with my mother I couldn't, wouldn't let him touch me. I started to move. To get up out of bed. But was soon restrained against the bed in an iron grip. I dared to look at Sebastian,Throwing him the dirtiest look I could muster.
'Hush Celine. It will all be over soon. This won't take longer than a few minutes.'
As if I would give in to those words! I was locked down on this bed which was unfamiliar in a room that was dark in a place I did not know and he expected me to just go along with whatever psychopathic plans he had for me?! Never!
'I mean it Celine. Stop. Struggling.'he paused,'Or it will only be more painful for you.' That stopped me.
'Guards, hold her down. She must be still while the ceremony is being performed.'
Ceremony? What ceremony?! My head exploded with questions. I started to scream at him. Demanding all my questions to be given answers whilst hurling insults left right and centre. I heard him give a loud sigh and walk back towards me. Pulling out his stele as he came closer. He touched the stele to my neck and I felt the familiar burn. Even though I couldn't see the rune I could still tell which it was. A rune of quietude. I screamed in protest. But it was no use. The rune was drawn and I only succeed in creating puffs of air.
'This is Ludmilla. She will be performing the ancient ritual on You and me. We will be bound together you and I. My thoughts will be your thoughts. We will be bound by more than blood. I will rule them with a rod of iron. And you shall be my morning star. Begin the ritual warlock.'
Emaelia's POV
It was dark. The sun had set long ago, but I was not keeping track of the time. I was lost in my thoughts. Who had taken Celine? What did they want?questions swimming through my brain, each arguing over each other to be heard first. To be answered first.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realise the mob of demons sneaking up from behind me.I shouldn't have been out. I had told my parents that I would be at Max's, but I had lied. I needed to clear my head and the best way for me to do that was for me to go out and fight some demons.I whipped around just in time to plunge my seraph blade into the hearts of one of the demon's heart. The heart. That was even more stupid than my previous mistake of coming out here was an elapid demon. They didn't have hearts. I yanked out my blade and went for the neck. A surely fatal blow. At last minute he it was too late to stop my arc. The force of my swoop forced me to spin on my heel to avoid losing my balance. I swung my weapon at the demon's leg, cutting it clean off. He was distracted, for now. I turned around. There was another standing right behind, stinger poised. I dodged it's stinger and used the hilt of my knife to bruise him in the side. It stumbled back, into the shadows. I lifted my blade, poised, ready to finish this one what I didn't know was that the one who no longer had a leg, had it's stinger poised, near my back, mirroring my own hand. A cruel irony. I brought my blade up and plunged it into it's neck, causing a deep wound,causing it to vanish back to its home dimension. The demon behind me pushed its stinger into it's back, severing my spine. The pain was excruciating. I could feel myself blacking out. This was it. I couldn't die now. I had a sister who depended on me, parents cousins, all the other family friends. I couldn't let this go. I had to hold on. But the darkness was making it harder and harder to resist. I thought back to all the times we had together, and even though I never did anything terrible I can still think of some crime.
'I'm sorry.' I whispered, more to myself than anyone else.'I'm sorry.'