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Notice:Trinity Blood War Continuum takes place one month after the events from the anime's finale episode 24 along with some elements, characters and things that will be used and taken from both manga's Rage Against the Moons (RAM), Reborn on the Mars (ROM). In addition to some spoilers from stories untold notes left by Yoshida Sunao which he intended to finish off the manga series supposedly. Basically 50/50 will be used on both the anime and manga to those whom are more familiar with manga then others will see this implants as the story develops. Trinity Blood is set in a post-apocalyptic world where the Roman Catholic Church/the Vatican is portrayed as a military and spiritual power. The series also strongly implies major and controversial changes in the Church of present reality, such as women being bishops, cardinals as well as romantic relationships and marriages between members of the clergy. If this disturbs you of form or shape of or on imagination then do not read this story.
Trinity Blood: War Continuum - Chapter Twelve - In Enemy Hands
By dusk, both ships were ready for departure. When Caterina arrived, Abel was already on the docking port with Lord Walsh. The slender Albion lord was holding a small records cube in one hand, and Abel's face was still unreadable. As Caterina watched, he turned away from the other man, and walked silently to the edge of the Iron Maidens loading and boarding ramp. There he stood, a silent shadow, anguish radiating from his body.
The others arrived minutes later. Farewells were exchanged in a quick quiet manner. Ion refused to even look at the motionless figure by the dock. He said a quiet goodbye to Caterina and Tres, then strode up the ramp without a word to the man he'd worked with for six months, and trusted with his life for almost a year.
Astha did go over to speak to the silver haired priest, but he made no response, and the Methuselah woman returned to the group with a troubled expression on her face. The look in her eyes was enough to make Leon reach out and lay a hand on her arm. "Don't worry, senorita, we'll keep an eye on him."
Caterina nodded. "I promise, we'll watch over him."
Astha bit her lip, her face calm but her eyes disturbed. She bowed, and spoke a quiet farewell, then vanished up the ramp almost as quickly as Ion had.
A hand touched Caterina's arm, and she turned to find Seth looking at her. She bowed. "Farewell. I trust we'll keep in touch?"
"Of course. I'll probably have to go back in disguise, but…I have every intention of handling this matter myself." She looked at the man standing by Caterina's ship, and bit her lip. "Please, take care of Abel for me. In a mood like this…he could so easily let himself be destroyed. I…" She stopped.
Caterina bowed her head once more, then touched her arm. "I promise, I'll do everything in my power to protect him."
"Thank you." Seth smiled, a weak smile but genuine. "It's good to know Abel has someone like you on his side in all this."
Caterina nodded. "Do you want to speak to him?"
Seth considered, then shook her head. "I can't. Abel…he won't hear me right now. There's nothing I can say to him that will ease his pain. And I'm afraid…if I even touch him, I may break what control he has left." One hand fisted. "I can't reach Abel when he's like this." She looked at Caterina, and the Cardinal saw the deep pain in her eyes. "That's why I need you to take care of him. You pulled my brother from his 900 year mourning. You may be able to help him now."
"I'll do my best." The two women stared at each other for a few moments more, and then Seth broke away, and walked to her own ship. Mirka had already gone up the ramp, and as soon as the Empress had boarded, the door closed. A loud rumble alerted them to the ignition of the engines, and seconds later the ship was gone, into the night sky. Caterina watched the burning trail, then turned to board her own ship.
Leon was already moving. He stepped forward, toward the silent figure on the platform. "Yo, Four Eyes…"
Abel didn't answer. He simply turned away from Leon's hand and walked into the ship, disappearing into the depths before anyone could even call out to him. Leon muttered a curse and started to follow him, but Caterina held out her hand. "It's all right, Father Garcias. Leave him alone for now."
Leon scowled. "Damn it, he's going all crazy on us again." He sighed and raked a hand through his dark unruly hair. "Honestly, I understand he's upset, we all are, but hell…"
"It's Abel." William spoke quietly. "This sort of thing…it's much harder for him than for us, Leon. Even you should understand that."
"Yeah, I get it. What I wanna know is why the hell that is."
"We all do. But that's something Abel will have to tell us, and I don't think right now's the time to be asking about that."
"Yeah, fine." Leon made another frustrated noise. "Whatever. Let's just get this show on the road, before he decides to do something stupid." No one else could find anything to say to that, and they boarded the ship as quickly as possible.
Just before she boarded, Caterina turned to Virgil, still standing on the dock. "We'll do our best."
"I know, My Lady." Virgil bowed. "I only hope we come in time." Caterina nodded, and ascended the ramp. Within minutes, the Iron Maiden was in the air, headed for Rome at top speed.
The journey wasn't a long one, only a matter of one night's travel. Despite her worries for Esther, Caterina would almost have preferred it to be longer. The journey to the Empire would take a few days, even with the fastest ship they had. But she was more concerned about Abel. Throughout the entire trip, he avoided his colleagues. Only Sister Kate could even find him, and she reported that he wasn't speaking to her. He simply walked away. Caterina had hoped to speak with him, to discuss how they would handle his appearance at the Vatican, but he was non-responsive. She chewed a lip in concern, then finally resigned herself to a quick prayer for the best. She whispered a prayer that the Lord was watching, and then settled herself down to the business of arranging an emergency meeting of the Papal Council as soon as the ship landed.
By the time the Iron Maiden settled at the Vatican, she'd received reports that all of the Cardinals in the city, as well as most of the arch-bishops and bishops that could be found were assembled. She sighed, noting that Francesco would also be there. This could become troublesome, very easily. If he takes Abel into custody…. She shook the thought away grimly. They'd have to deal with it as the situation came up.
Abel was waiting with the rest of her AX members at the door. He was standing distant from them, and from the disgruntled look on Leon's face, he still wasn't speaking to anyone. He head was bowed, but his eyes, what she could see behind the spectacles, were still dark with anguish. She sighed and looked to her other three operatives. "Dandelion, I want you to check in with Vaclav. Get his information and start making plans for searching beyond the Vatican. Professor, I want you to look through your inventions, everything you can think of, for anything that might assist us in locating Rosenkreutz or Her Majesty. When you finish that, join Dandelion and Know Faith. Father Tres, I want you to hook into Sister Kate's mainframe and take a look at her monitors, see if you spot anything unusual. If not, I want you to access the Vatican satellite network and see if we've managed to pick up anything." She handed him a card. "This will grant you the needed authorization."
Tres nodded, but William looked troubled. "You should have someone with you."
"I will go with her." Abel spoke. "I will attend Lady Caterina at the meeting."
William frowned. "Abel…you know it isn't safe for either of you. Why don't you help Havel, and Leon can go with Her Eminence?"
Abel's dark eyes came up to his. "No. I need to speak to Petros, and I will not wait." He didn't give William time to respond. He simply turned without another word and strode down the ramp, towards the main building.
Leon bit back a curse. William watched Abel go with worried eyes, then turned to Caterina. "Are you sure you wouldn't like one of us to go with you? This situation could get rather dangerous, very quickly."
"I'm afraid there's no help for it." Caterina sighed. "We'll have to deal with things as they happen." She turned her head slightly. "Sister Kate." The holographic form of the young woman shimmered into view beside her. "Assist Gunslinger with his search, and send out a call to Gypsy Queen and Sword Dancer. Inform them of the current situation and form a plan for them to commence on-site search for any clues. I fear our enemies may have moved Her Majesty into foreign territory, and those two are the best placed to begin searching."
"Yes, Your Eminence." Kate bowed once and flickered out of sight. Caterina turned, gave her agent's one quick nod, then followed after Abel's slender form.
She caught him just as he crossed the threshold of the Vatican Administration and Council building. He didn't say a word as she passed him, just fell into step behind her. She took a deep breath, said one more quick prayer that things would turn out, if not well, then at least not disastrously, and flung open the doors to the central meeting room.
The Council was already gathered, with Alessandro installed in his throne, fidgeting nervously with his robes. Caterina stepped forward to the edge of the dais, and bowed her head. "Holiness." She turned to regard the others. "Your Excellencies, thank you for coming this evening."
"Indeed. And what exactly led you to call this emergency meeting, Caterina?" Francesco rose from his seat. His face was set in a frown of annoyance, though he wasn't actively angry. "To convene the Council at this hour…I hope you have a good reason."
"I do." Caterina met her brother's eyes. She hated his condescending attitude, but at least he was focusing on her, not the man she knew still followed behind her. "I fear a grave emergency has arisen. The Queen of Albion was taken from Buckingham Palace this past evening, and I fear the worst. We've been called upon to assist our allies in locating her."
"Esther?" Alessandro looked up with wide eyes. "You mean…Esther got taken? Is it…" He faltered. "Is it a very bad situation, do you think? I mean…if she was kidnapped…"
"I fear she was kidnapped Holiness. Furthermore, I have reason to believe that the ones who took Her Majesty from the Palace belonged to the same group who assisted Arch-Bishop D'Este in the Silent Noise incidents, as well as the attack upon Londinium more recently." She bowed her head. "I fear the Order of Rosenkreutz is at work, and without Her Majesty, we could easily find ourselves in dire circumstances."
Francesco snorted. "Perhaps Albion would be in dire circumstances. However, I fail to see why you called a full Council for such a matter."
Caterina met her brother's eyes again, holding him with her gaze. "Albion is now our ally against Rosenkreutz, and they have requested our assistance. Refusing them now would damage our relations with them permanently, and possibly our other alliances as well. Without help, the Order will tear us apart. You've seen what they can do, Francesco. Do you honestly believe that we can afford to ignore this?"
"Perhaps not. However…I find it curious that you should have identified the Order as being her assailants, and yet you failed to stop her from being taken." A cold sneer touched his face. "According to my information, you had three agents with you, and the Albion Army. I'd like to hear your explanation of how exactly this transpired, Caterina." His eyes were dark, challenging.
Caterina winced. She knew where this was going, and it wasn't good. However, it also couldn't be helped. "Unfortunately, none of my agents happened to see the abduction taking place. I'm afraid her disappearance wasn't discovered until later." She thought hard, and chose a carefully edited version of events. "Her Majesty was feeling a little out of sorts during the festivities, and took leave of her guards. We thought she had retired, until her advisors reported she hadn't returned to her rooms. We located signs of her abduction during the search to locate her."
"I see." Francesco's sneer was back. "In that case, how do you know that the Order of Rosenkretuz is behind her abduction? What evidence can you provide that she was taken at all, let alone that she was abducted by that particular organization?"
It was a valid question. Caterina knew it, and she could hear from the murmurs around the room that most of the other officials were aware of that fact as well. She also knew that the information she had was sketchy at best. She started to frame a reply, when a soft hoarse voice spoke from behind her. "I can assure you, Your Excellency, Holiness, that the Order was behind the abduction of the Queen of Albion."
Abel moved forward to stand before the assembled Council. His face was pale, even for him, and there was a strange light in his eyes. He bowed to Alessandro, then straightened. "Holiness, I saw the ignition patterns and the landing patterns of the ship that took Her Majesty. And I can assure you, without a doubt, that the ship belongs to the leader of the Order of Rosenkreutz." He bowed his head. "I apologize for being so forward, but…I'm afraid I need to ask for the help of your Department of Inquisition."
Francesco exploded out of his seat. "Caterina, what is the meaning of this?" He turned, fury in his eyes. "This man…"
"Father Nightroad?" Alessandro stared at the priest before him. "But I...I heard…in Londinium…I heard that you…" He faltered.
"I demand an explanation." Francesco's face was red with fury. "This man was reported dead in Londinium almost seven months ago." He whirled to face his sister. "Caterina, what are you trying to do?"
Caterina started to speak. She'd planned to tell the Council that she'd had Abel's death faked, in order to give him more freedom of movement. She'd planned to tell them Abel had been acting on her orders. She knew that it would cause trouble, but at least he'd be safe. But Abel didn't give her a chance.
He moved forward a step further and bowed his head. "I do apologize. However, I'm afraid lady Caterina isn't responsible for this." He looked up and met Francesco's gaze. "During the incident in Londnium seven months ago I was…very badly injured. I encountered the leader of the Order and that encounter…" He swallowed, then bowed his head to the Pope. "It is true, Holiness, that I fell in the Londinium Underground. However, I have…certain powers, and I…well, I recovered, I suppose you could say. Lady Caterina did send an agent to verify my condition, however, I'm afraid I…well, I left." He swallowed again, and his gaze returned to Francesco. "I…chose not to report my condition to the Vatican. I was attempting to track the Order on my own. During my wanderings, Lady Caterina discovered my status and attempted to bring me back to the Vatican. I'm afraid I refused to return. But after this incident…" A small bitter smile touched his face. "I fear I have no choice."
"Enough!" Francesco's face was crimson. He stared at Abel for a moment, then whirled to face his younger brother. "Holiness, this man was reported dead by two Inquisitors and several of Caterina's own agents. Despite what he says, it's inconceivable for that many people to have been deceived. And no matter what may have happened, he has confessed to deserting his position in the Vatican. I demand he be taken into custody." He turned to glare at Caterina. "I also recommend that Cardinal Sforza be taken into custody as well."
"I…well, is that really necessary?" There was distress in Alessandro's face. "I mean…well, he said he was just trying to stop the people who attacked us. And Sister…I mean…it's not as if they've done anything wrong, have they?"
"Abel Nightroad was announced dead." Francesco was almost shouting. "At best, he stands guilty of having deliberately lied to his own superior and abandoned the Vatican, possibly betrayed us. However, given the circumstances, we would be well within our authorization to arrest him on charges of witchcraft of the foulest kind. He must be locked away, for the safety of the Vatican. And as for lady Caterina…I find it difficult to believe that this man worked alone. If he truly is her prisoner, then why did he appear with her, instead of in chains, as he belongs?" He shot his sister a poisonous glance.
"Forgive me for interrupting but…" Abel face the Pope. "I…when Caterina took me into custody, I gave her my word I would come quietly, if I could be permitted to attend this meeting. I…I need the help of the Department of Inquisition."
"Silence!" Francesco's voice thundered through the meeting chamber. "You are in no position to make requests." He turned back to the throne. "Holiness, I insist you allow me to arrest this man. Regardless of what he says, there are too many questions he has not answered. It's not safe to allow him to walk free, even if Caterina has let her emotions get in the way of her judgment."
Caterina, bit her lip. "Brother…" She was about to argue, when Abel spoke softly.
"It's all right, Miss Caterina. I know you were going to try and protect me, but…it's really not necessary. After all, you're needed to help find Her Majesty." He turned, a small, smile on his face, terrible against the shadows in his eyes. "It's all right. I know you wanted to protect me, to protect my condition, but…" He shrugged.
Caterina bit the inside of her cheek harder. Abel had just removed the last chance she had to defend him, and they both knew it. Now anything she said would be taken as an effort to safeguard her employee, and her friend. She'd meant to protect him and leave him free to do what he needed to, but he'd moved to save her instead. She raised her eyes to meet his. "Abel…"
"Enough." Francesco's sharp voice cut through her words, through anything she might have said. "Holiness, we must have your decision on this matter. I request this man be taken into custody, and given a full interrogation. We cannot trust anything he says until then."
"Well…I don't really think it's that bad. I mean, I suppose there are some unanswered questions, but…well, I don't think he's hurt anything, has he? And if Esther's gone missing…shouldn't we be looking for her?" Alessandro toyed with his staff.
"Holiness, until we question this man, we can't know if he's done anything harmful or not." Francesco faced the boy Pope. "I understand you may be concerned for Her Majesty, considering that she was once a member of this church, and a friend of yours. However, given this man's past, and what he has admitted to, how can we even trust his word that the Order of Rosenkreutz was behind her kidnapping?"
Abel stiffened. "Holiness…"
"Silence!" Francesco's voice cut through Abel's. "Your Holiness."
"I…well, I guess you do have a valid point. I mean…I don't think he's lying, but…I guess…maybe we should make sure. Unless…Sister, did you want to say something?" The young Pope looked at her.
What she wanted was to refute Francesco's argument. But even she knew that his points were valid in the eyes of the church. And if Abel had already gone out of his way to protect her, she couldn't afford to waste his effort. She sighed. "With all due respect, Holiness, I believe that this neither the time nor place to conduct such an interrogation. And I would like to step forward and state that I have every faith in Father Nightroad. However, given that I suspect many of our fellow Council members may share His Excellency's views…" She swept the room with her eyes, noting the expressions, the ones that showed evident agreement, and the ones that didn't. "If this Council truly wishes to place Father Nightroad in custody of the Inquisition, then I have no choice but to yield to their request. I only ask that we be permitted to begin our search for the Queen of Albion, and that I be permitted to access the resources of the Inquisition during our investigation. I shall, of course, keep both you and His Excellency informed."
Alessandro sat back. "That seems fair. I mean…Esther is a member of our church, so…I think that's all right. Isn't it, Brother?" Huge brown eyes turned to Francesco.
The Cardinal made a disgusted face. "Very well. I will lend you the power of the Inquisition. However, before that…" He turned to face the silver-haired man standing by Caterina's side. "Abel Nightroad, you are hereby under arrest, on charges of heresy, treason, and possible witchcraft. You are to be placed in custody, to undergo a full Interrogation, after which your sentence will be decided."
Abel went nearly ice-white. Caterina saw him stiffen, and understood the cause only too well. They both knew what a full interrogation would mean. And Caterina had no doubts what Francesco would consider an appropriate sentence. He'd always been suspicious of Abel's powers, and he'd use this opportunity to consign Abel to the Inquisition dungeons and laboratories. They'd take him apart, on Francesco's orders.
Abel started to move forward, started to say something, but a tall blue-haired knight emerged from the shadows near the wall. Petros moved forward with a few quick steps, and seized Abel's arm. "Holiness, Your Excellency…" He bowed. "I request permission to take custody of Father Nightroad. I know of him, and his…powers." The word emerged with a growl. "I do not know how he managed to do this, and to deceive me concerning his condition in Londinium, but I intend to find out. I ask your permission to take charge of him."
Alessandro blinked. "Brother Petros? I thought…you and Father Nightroad…
didn't you work together?"
"That is precisely why I wish to take charge of him." Petros scowled. "I do not know what transpired in Londinium. However, if we were deceived as to Father Nightroad's condition, then it is my responsibility as the Chief Inquisitor of that mission to determine the facts." His grip tightened.
"Oh…I see. Well then…I guess that makes sense." He looked at Francesco. "That seems reasonable, doesn't it?"
"Very well. Escort him to Interrogation."
Abel stiffened again, started to speak, but Petros tightened his grip again and caught his other arm. "Don't say a word, and don't even think of resisting. Unless you want another scene like our meeting in Carthage."
Abel went pale, then relaxed and bowed his head. He said nothing as Petros fastened cuffs about his wrists and led him from the room. Caterina watched him go, but she made no protest. As the two men disappeared she turned back to the men on the dais. "Since we've covered that…I suggest we turn to how we can help our allies." Her voice was calm, but her heart was pounding with nerves. Abel….
Abel stayed silent as Petros and four of his knights escorted him to the dungeons of the Inquisition. He didn't protest or struggle as they shoved him down the darkened corridors. Finally, Petros stopped at one door. He seized Abel's arm, then turned to his knights. "Wait here."
The knights stiffened. "Bureau Director…"
"I have some personal questions for this man." Petros growled the words out, then fixed his men with a glare. "You are not to enter unless I specifically order. Understood?"
The look in his eyes brought all three men to attention. "Yes sir!"
Petros nodded, then jerked the door open and pushed Abel into the interrogation chamber, slamming the door behind him. Abel stumbled a step or two into the room, then stopped. He waited until Petros stepped closer, then spoke softly. "Brother Petros." He raised his head, anguished blue eyes catching his companions angry ones. "Are you my interrogator then?"
Petros growled, then leaned against a wall. "That is my intention at this time."
"I see." A brief, bitter smile touched Abel's face. "Well then, there's not much more I can tell you about my…about my death, or my return but…" He swallowed hard. "If you must…if you must torture me, or use truth serum, I understand. I won't resist you, but…please…"
"Quiet." Petros scowled at the man in front of him. He waited until Abel stopped, then moved forward. "Why did you come here?" He took another step, and seized Abel's cassock in an iron grip. "Three months ago you asked me to protect you and I agreed. I witnessed your swearing into the AX, on the condition that you would remain in Albion, to guard the Queen."
"I know." Abel turned his head away. "Well, I…that was the plan but…"
"Speak up." Petros growled the words out. "I have no time to waste."
"Esther was taken." Pain and guilt filled Abel's eyes. "She…we had an argument, and she left my side. The Order of Rosenkreutz kidnapped her. I…I believe she's been taken by the Enemy of the World." His eyes came to Petros' for a brief moment, and then his head bowed. "I…I know what ship they used, and it's not in the Vatican files. But I can give you the information."
"Indeed." Petros scowled, then tightened his grip, forcing Abel's gaze to meet his. "You mean to tell me that you came here for that."
"Yes." Abel's voice was soft. "The Albion government has already begun searching but…the Inquisition has more extensive contacts and information networks. That's why…even if it means I must be held prisoner…even if I must undergo Cardinal di Medici's interrogation…I had to speak with you." He swallowed. "I need you to help with the search. Please, Brother Petros…I…"
"Quiet." Petros released Abel, his eyes dark and troubled. He looked away from the bound priest, frowning in consideration. After a moment, he spoke. "Very well. I will deal with you."
Abel blinked. "What?"
"I will deal with you." Petros shifted, his voice low. "First of all, I need answers. Provide them, and we'll talk from there."
"I see." Abel slumped against the wall. "And…your orders?"
"My orders are to conduct an interrogation." Petros scowled. "How I attend to that is my affair." He waited a moment, then spoke again. "Cardinal Sforza stated that none of her people saw the Queen's disappearance. Yet you say you can give me information on the vehicle."
"Yes." Abel's head bowed. "I found the burn-off from the vehicle's launch. I recognize the pattern." He swallowed. "That ship…it belongs to the man who…injured…me in Londinium." His hands shifted, moving towards his chest for a moment, before he stilled the gesture. "I know the ship. I…" He stopped, swallowed. "I've seen it before." He took a deep breath. "Do you remember the catacombs where we met?" He waited for Petros' nod. "Down there…there's a chamber, with a ship. That ship…it's like the one that took Miss Esther."
Petros made a growling noise. "Why would such a ship be within the Vatican?"
Abel swallowed again. "I…can't answer that. Please…I know that's not an answer you want, but please…"
"Very well." Petros frowned. His eyes were fixed on Abel's body. He moved forward, suddenly, and placed one hand over the cross that hung in the center of Abel's chest.
Abel went rigid, white and trembling. "Petros…please…don't do that."
"That wound. I want the truth. I checked your body myself in Londinium, and found no signs of life." Petros scowled at the other man, but he moved his hand away.
"No. You wouldn't." Abel was pale. He backed away from the Inquisitor, leaning against the wall. "I…I died, in a way. But…that…" He bit his lip, then spoke softly. "The Crusnik can survive for a time on subconscious electrical activity. I…died, there. But I…they…maintained a low level power. Cardinal Sforza sent Tres to…well, it's rather like giving a normal man CPR, or something like that. I don't know precisely how it works."
"I see. You told Cardinal di Medici you faked your death."
A pained smile touched Abel's face. "Well, it's a little difficult to explain, and I don't think His Excellency would be satisfied with that response." His eyes came to Petros. "I know…it is a rather vague response. But there's…nothing else I can tell you."
"And the man who inflicted your wounds? You said he was like you."
Abel flinched. "He is. He is…very much like me. But I…I'd rather not discuss that, Brother Petros." His eyes came up to Petros' face. "I'm sorry, but I…that's not something I'm willing to talk about right now." He looked away. "If you…insist on trying to find that out…I told you I wouldn't resist if you..."
"Quiet." Petros frowned at Abel for a moment, then looked away. He moved forward, until he was leaning against the wall next to Abel, and spoke softly. "I have no intention of torturing you." He snorted. "I've seen what happens when you are pressed beyond your limits. I have no intention of endangering the Vatican in such a fashion. Besides…." A grim smile touched his face. "You are not a man who can be forced to speak. I've seen it before. There are men who can not be broken by physical torment. And I can do nothing to you that isn't already in your eyes."
Abel started. Petros favored him with a small smile, then leaned back. "At the moment, I am to be your chief interrogator. However, the Cardinal may send a secondary team to question you. If someone else comes, can you maintain control of yourself?"
"I…yes, I think so. As long as the damage isn't too severe."
"And truth serum?"
A smile touched Abel's face, brief and ironic. "Do you have some with you?" Petros nodded. "If you'll give me an injection, then it should be all right. I can metabolize it very quickly. And it won't work twice. Well, the side effects, probably, but I can…fight it."
"Very well. I will make a deal with you, Father Nightroad." Petros faced the other man. "Remain here, and endure the interrogation until you can be released, if it's possible. Do not fight. In return, I will help you with your attempts to locate the Queen of Albion."
"Help me?" Abel blinked.
"Yes." Petros looked away. "I will carry your messages to Cardinal Sforza, and whoever else you wish, and I will direct my department in the search for Lady Esther."
"I see." Abel slumped back against the wall. "Very well." He paused a moment, then spoke again. "Caterina can lead you to the ship in the Underground. You should…probably start there. Tres can give you more information about the ignition markings, and tell you what he's done so far."
"I see. Then I have one more piece of business." Petros stepped forward, and roughly pulled Abel's shackled wrists up. There were a number of ring-bolts in the chamber, and he fastened Abel to one at shoulder height in the wall. Before the other man could say anything, he removed a small hypodermic from his uniform, and injected the contents roughly into Abel's shoulder. As the silver haired man gasped and went rigid, Petros moved back. "Truth serum."
Abel shuddered, sweat beading on the pale face. He managed one short, jerky nod, then fell against the wall. Petros waited a minute more, then spoke. "Your name."
"Abel…Nightroad…" The priest knelt against the wall, his hands chained above his head.
Petros frowned. "That ship, beneath the Vatican. Why is it there?"
Abel shuddered again. "I…placed it there. It was…it was hers." His hands were clenched into fists.
Petros blinked. "Whose?"
"Lilith's. The woman…in the coffin." Abel shuddered again, agony in his eyes. "She…died…fighting the…Contra Mundi."
"The same man who injured you?"
"Yes…" Abel was shaking violently, and sweating visibly.
Petros frowned. "Who is he? Why do you refuse to talk about him?"
"I…can't." Abel shuddered once more, then fell against the wall. "I…can not…talk about that man." His head dropped against the wall. He seemed almost unconscious, but his tremors were decreasing. Then he opened weary blue eyes. "I'm sorry Petros, but I…please trust me with this, for now."
Petros frowned. That had been far too coherent for a man under truth serum. "Nightroad?"
"It's metabolized now." Abel sighed.
"Very well. Then I have one more question." He fished a folded piece of paper from within his uniform. "During our investigation of Rosenkreutz, several times my men arrived at suspicious locations only to find the place destroyed." He knelt in front of the other man, and held up the paper. "These are the locations. Were you there?"
Abel blinked hazily up at the paper, then nodded. "Yes. I was there." He let his head fall back. "Tres has the information we recovered from each location. He can tell you what we know."
"Very well. I will begin my investigation." Petros stood, then began to move to the door. He stopped with his hand on the handle. "However Nightroad, if I find you've played me for a fool…"
"I know." Abel nodded.
"As long as you understand." Petros flung the door open roughly, and slammed it behind him. He eyed the men still standing there. "Remain on guard here. I have work to do." Then he strode towards the doors to the upper levels. As he passed into the sunlight, he frowned. It worried him, what Abel wasn't telling him. Then he shook the thoughts away. Whatever it was, he'd find out sooner or later. Besides, his instincts said it wasn't a problem yet. He mounted the top step to the upper areas then turned down the hall towards the Cardinal's offices. There was a lot to be done.
Esther woke slowly. Her head was pounding. Her first thought was that she'd never had such a headache. After a moment, memories began to filter back. Memories of the man she'd thought was a trusted ally. With a sharp gasp, she sat bolt upright.
The pain in her head was phenomenal. Esther winced and cradled her aching skull in her hands. Even with her eyes shut and her body curled in a ball, something felt different. She bit her lip, trying to focus through the pain. Then it hit her. She was lying on something soft and yielding, far different from the pile of blankets Kampfer had left her on before. And the soft background hum, the constant vibration of ship engines, was gone. She opened her eyes and looked around.
The room she was in was easily a match in size for her room in Buckingham Palace. She was settled on a bed, situated in a small alcove. Near the center of the room she spotted a couch and table. She sat up carefully and looked through the draped curtains. There were bookshelves along one side, and a modestly sized desk at one wall. There were no windows she could see, but the room was set up to be well illuminated by lamps, and a rather large overhead light fixture. There was a small door, near the desk. Esther stumbled out of the bed, noting it was a fair size, and almost further off the ground than she could rest comfortably. She staggered over to the door, and opened it to reveal a luxurious bathroom, with both a shower and a deep tub. A shiver went through her as she surveyed the counter that held the sink. There were several bottles of soaps and such lined up neatly on the counter, and a small brush, the handle sporting the Albion royal colors.
Esther shivered again and closed the door, taking deep breaths to calm her racing heart. She'd guessed they'd planned her abduction carefully, but the thought they might have planned to hold her captive frightened her almost more than a threat of death. She turned, trying to still her fears in by the process of observation.
The desk held plenty of pens and paper, neatly laid out. The books, as she manoeuvred over to one set of shelves, were well maintained and spanned a variety of topics. There was even a Bible on the shelf. Another small door stood by her bed, and a dressing table. The dressing table contained more brushes and an elegant selection of jewellery. The door, when she opened it, led into a closet, complete with a small set of drawers for undergarments and socks, and a wide selection of dresses, shoes and accessories. Esther felt a cold feeling settle into her stomach as she realized that everything was her size. Dietrich…. Dietrich knew her clothing size, after all, he'd helped her get disguises in Istvan.
The slight creak of the door alerted her. Esther whirled around.
Kampfer smiled sardonically, and set the tray he was carrying on the table. "Well, well, you did wake up after all. I was beginning to wonder if I made the dosage too strong this time." The faint smile turned mocking. He bowed, an imitation of the gesture he used as Isaac Butler, and gestured toward the table. "I've brought you some food." He held out a glass of liquid. "You've probably got quite a headache, Majesty. I suggest you drink this."
"As if I'd trust anything you give me, you bastard." She would have knocked the glass from his hand, but she knew she'd have to move closer to him.
He laughed. "Oh, don't worry. It's not drugged. After all, I can hardly present you to my Master full of drugs. This is simply to clear away the effects of the chloroform gas I gave you." Esther stayed where she was. Kampfer shrugged and set the cup on the table. "If you don't want it, I'm hardly going to force you. But I recommend you eat and drink and change your clothing."
Esther gritted her teeth. "You…"
She didn't see him move. One moment, he was standing by the table. Then suddenly he was beside her, seizing her arm in an iron grip. Esther jerked backward, but she might as well have tried to move the Vatican barehanded. "Let go of me!"
"Oh, I will. Just as soon as I have what I need." He turned her arm around so the inside of the elbow was facing him. "Mein Herr wants to see you as soon as possible. But I can't allow the possibility that there's anything in your system that might damage him, or cause an instability in his system. So, I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you for a blood sample."
He didn't give her a chance to respond, to fight or do anything else. He slipped a band around her arm, held her, and then withdrew a needle from a pocket of his uniform and stuck it expertly into her arm. Esther gasped. Kampfer ignored her, and attached a small vial to the needle, then watched critically as it filled. When the vial was full, he slipped the needle free. "There. All done." He smiled sardonically. "You really are a good patient Your Majesty." He pocketed the vial. "I'll return for you later. I recommend you eat." He vanished soundlessly through the door before Esther even had a chance to blink.
As soon as the door closed, Esther sank to the ground. She was shaking inside. She rubbed the inside of her arm, grimacing at faint sting of the needle mark. Her stomach growled, reminding her that she didn't know how long it had been since her last meal. She looked at the tray on the table, then shuddered again. She didn't trust anything on the tray. It made her skin crawl to think of all the times that she'd let Isaac Butler feed her and help her. She felt sick and shaky. She closed her eyes, trying not to let the tears of frustration and anger at the betrayal escape.
"Sitting on the floor? Now Esther, that's really not like you." The cold, drawling voice jerked her head up.
"Dietrich." She rose to her feet, staring at the auburn hair and brown eyes.
"Hello Esther." Dietrich smiled. "How have you been? I haven't seen you face-to-face since…well, since that little incident in the Londinium Underground. But I've heard so much about you." He moved forward, lifting a hand. "The Queen of Albion. Quite impressive, for a girl who grew up in a convent." His smile widened. "But then, you always were like that. That's one of the things I love about you."
Esther bit her lip. "Don't you dare say something like that to me." She glared at him. "What do you want?"
Dietrich slouched against the wall. "Isaac wanted to make sure you'd eat. He seemed concerned that you didn't want to take proper care of yourself. And we can't have that, not since Mein Herr has taken an interest in you."
Esther stiffened. "I'd rather die than trust anything either of you gave me."
"Well, I thought you might say that." Dietrich's smile turned cold. "That's why I decided to use whatever methods I can." He held up one hand, and something glittered between his fingers. "Perhaps you'd like to play dolls again?"
Esther stepped back reflexively. "Don't you dare come near me."
"Oh, I won't. As long as you behave and do what you're told to." Dietrich gestured. "I don't mind simply standing here Esther, but you do have to eat."
"How can you possibly think I'd take anything you gave me?" Esther drew herself up.
"Well, if you're concerned about it being drugged, I suppose I can relieve that particular fear." He shrugged and strode over to the table. "There's really no problem." He lifted a piece of fruit from the tray and bit into it. "See, there's really nothing wrong with it."
Esther's stomach growled again. Deitrich favored her with an ironic glance. "You really should eat Esther. After all, if you don't, you won't have the strength to do anything, now will you?"
Esther glared at him, but she moved forward toward the table. Still keeping her eyes on the slender figure, she poured a glass of juice and took a swallow. Then she slammed the glass down. "I won't eat another bite while you're in here."
Dietrich leered at her. "Temper, temper Esther. That's no way for a lady to behave."
"Get out, Dietrich." Esther held his gaze.
"There's no need to be so fierce." He smiled lazily. "I'll leave, if that's what you want. But Isaac or I will return in about an hour. I expect you to have eaten. Otherwise, we might have to take action." He grinned, and turned to the door. Just before he left, he turned, favouring her with a dark smile. "Bye, bye Esther. I love you."
The door clicked closed. Esther shivered again. She looked at the food. The smell of roast meat and vegetables made her stomach growl. She still didn't trust either man but she knew that, despite his joking tone, that Dietrich was serious. He would come back, and he would force her to eat.
Esther swallowed hard, then forced herself to eat a bite of the bread. It was good, soft and warm. She chewed, swallowed, then forced herself to take another bite. She was somewhat relieved that the last of her headache disappeared as she ate.
Finally, the food was gone. Esther settled back. She shivered, then bit her lip. She was still wearing the blue dress she'd worn at the ball. It was covered with dirt, and she felt filthy and oily. She rubbed her arms, then crossed to the bathroom door and opened it. She considered it a moment, then turned back to the door near the bed. Stepping into the closet, she selected a neutral gown and carried it into the bathroom.
Half an hour later she was clean and dressed in the gown. She settled back at the table, and nibbled a piece of an apple she'd left before. Her headache was gone, she was clean and she felt much better. But…she looked around the room again and suppressed a shudder. Where am I? There were no windows in her apartment, she couldn't even see the landscape outside. She looked around the apartment again. She was relieved to be alive, but she still felt frightened. The Contra Mundi…the man who killed Father Nightroad. What does he want with me? And why now? She recalled how, only two months prior, he'd told the Fleur du Mal to kill her.
She was still trying to sort things out when the door creaked. She jumped off the seat she'd settled into, reaching reflexively for her knife, only to encounter nothing.
Kampfer laughed. "I'm afraid I confiscated all your weapons. I wouldn't want you causing an incident while you're with Mein Herr." His eyes drifted over her. "Well, you do clean up nicely. I'm quite impressed, Majesty." He bowed. "I've been ordered to bring you before my lord. I'd appreciate it if you'd come with me."
She wanted to refuse, wanted to try and knock him out, but she already knew she couldn't overpower him, and the indulgent smile on his face told her he knew it too. The best thing she could do now was wait and gather information. She bit her lip, then straightened her back, forcing an expression of defiance onto her face. "Very well."
"Right this way." Kampfer waited for her to pass him, then closed the door. He bowed once more, then led her down the hall.
She'd considered trying to break away from him during the trek, but as she followed him, her heart sank. There were no windows. As they turned into a main corridor, Esther spotted a dark, bulky form. She shivered as she recognized the form of an Autojager.
Kampfer noticed. "Our guards. Dietrich's quite gifted with making them. It's really rather remarkable, isn't it?"
Esther stiffened her spine. She refused to say anything to give the man satisfaction. Kampfer watched her for a moment, then shrugged. "Well, I suppose it might not be quite to your taste. But we find them quite effective. And you should know, they have orders to prevent your escape. Still, this is no time for sight-seeing. Please, follow me." He continued on down the hall.
They took one more turn, and Kampfer stopped by a door. He opened it, and gestured for her to enter. "Mein Herr awaits you."
Esther stepped cautiously through the door. Her body was tense, her heart pounding and her nerves screaming. She wanted to run, but there was nowhere to go. She clenched her fists, wishing she had at least a knife to hand. Gritting her teeth, she moved forward, determined to meet her enemy with her head held high.
The room was empty. There was some furniture, a high-backed chair, a few smaller ones, and a couple couches. There were a few small end-tables as well. But there was no one waiting for her. All she saw was the furniture, and a doorway to another room, with a computer panel nearby.
Kampfer stepped past her. "It appears Mein Herr isn't awake yet. You should have a seat and wait for him." He moved toward the computer panel and began to tinker with the display.
Esther watched him for a few minutes. He seemed fully engrossed in his work, whatever it was. She cleared her throat loudly, and got no response. He was busy reading the dials, and focused completely on the console in front of him. She moved forward, even bumped into a chair on purpose. The chair clattered to the floor, but Kampfer didn't even turn around.
Esther bit her lip, considering her options. The hall was guarded, and she didn't know the layout of this place at all. She was aware that Kampfer might simply be playing with her, that this could be some sort of trap, but still…this might be her best chance to escape. She edged toward the door. Kampfer seemed oblivious to her presence, working at the console. Esther cast him one more apprehensive look, then turned and bolted into the next room. She dashed through the door, then stopped, blinking in confusion.
The room was even larger than the one beyond. There were two doors on the right side, and a bed to one side. There were also large, latticed windows on the far wall, shuttered closed. But despite her urgency to escape, Esther's attention was caught by what lay in the center of the room.
Most of the room was filled with a huge chamber. It looked like an indoor pool, or a vat, and it was easily twice the size of the Royal Baths. The sides were metal, and there appeared to be a computer console embedded in the side, with blinking green lights. Esther moved forward cautiously. A small set of steps led up one side. Even though she was shaking with fear, and knew she needed to run, her curiosity led her towards the vat.
She hesitated at the steps, then moved carefully up them. One step, then two. She climbed the third step, and found herself looking into the chamber. Staring into the depths, she frowned, confused.
The container was full of, not water, but an inky black substance. It rippled eerily, making the hair stand up on the back of her neck as she looked at it. She reached out one hand, then stopped. Every nerve in her body screamed against touching that odd liquid. She was just about to turn away when movement caught her eye. Half entranced, half terrified, she turned back.
Something was moving within the black depths. She couldn't see it clearly, but it looked vaguely human-sized. Esther frowned. Is there…something…or someone…in there? She leaned over, trying to see clearly.
A hand erupted from the tank, startling a gasp from her. She jerked backward, stifling a scream of shock, and barely missed falling down the steps. She recovered her balance and moved back, trying not to scream.
The hand was joined by a second one, and a man emerged from the tank. Esther gasped and leapt backward to the floor, her heart pounding. He seemed to take no notice as he shook long blond hair out of his eyes. Esther felt her pulse crashing in her ears as she stared at the pale features, the blond hair and blue eyes. This man…
Instinct made her back away as the man came down the stairs. She felt as if her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She turned to bolt, but a strong hand clamped on her shoulder. "Well then…what's this?" The hand pulled her around, forcing her to turn to face him. A faintly amused smile touched his face. "And what would a lady be doing in my chamber?"
The odd grin sparked a memory. Esther stared at him, and felt her mind freeze in shock. "You…" Contra Mundi.
The smile widened. "Ah yes. You're Esther aren't you? Abel's friend. I asked Isaac to bring you to me."
Esther bit her lip and tried to bring her emotions under control. But his hand on her shoulder reminded her far too much of how he'd touched Abel, just before he'd killed him. She looked desperately for something to focus on, to take her mind off her fear. It was difficult to see anything else with him so close in front of her. She tried to focus on his face, and it was only then she realized: he was wearing nothing, not even a towel around his waist. She gasped, her cheeks turning crimson. "Let go of me."
"Are you afraid?" The mild smile touched his eyes, giving him an almost impish look that would have relaxed her if she hadn't been so terrified. "You know, if a girl enters a man's chambers…"
"I didn't know!" Esther flushed, anger rising to her defense. "You had that man bring me here, and he didn't tell me anything." She looked away from him, her ears burning. "And I'm not scared of you, but if you're going to demand people visit you, you really should put some clothes on."
Her voice was shaking slightly, and she fought to steady it. Swallowing hard, she forced herself to meet the blue eyes.
There was no change in his expression, but he tilted his head. "I suppose you're right." His gaze slipped beyond her. "Isaac."
Kampfer appeared in the doorway. "Mein Herr."
The Contra Mundi smiled indulgently. "You're getting sloppy, Isaac."
"My apologies, Mein Herr." Isaac bowed.
"Oh well." The blond man shrugged and released Esther's shoulder. "Take her out into the main rooms. I'll join you in a minute."
"Yes, Mein Herr." Isaac straightened. "Do you need any assistance?"
"No. Not right now." The blond man flexed his hand experimentally. "Everything seems to be fine at the moment." He waved a negligent hand.
"As you wish." Isaac seized Esther's arm in a firm grip, and led her from the room.
Back in the main room, Esther settled onto one of the smaller chairs, her mind whirling with apprehension and questions. That tank…what is that? And he…that man…can that really be Cain? The man I met in the street? I know…Kampfer, Butler…he said Cain was his master but I thought…he seemed so different when I met him the first time. He was nothing like the man who killed Father Nightroad…how? She shivered, remembering the sea blue eyes.
"Well, you seem to be a bit upset." Kampfer spoke sardonically. He gave her cold, amused look. "Did you like my lord's bedchamber?"
"You…" Esther shot him a glare.
Kampfer laughed. "I told you to stay here." He moved forward. "I would have been very upset if you'd injured Mein Herr, however..."
"It's fine. There's no reason to be upset, Isaac." Esther turned towards the doorway, and shivered.
He was wearing dark pants, and a white over-robe with a red border, a simpler version of the outfit he'd worn while attacking Londinium. He'd even put on a pair of black boots. The high white collar, bordered with a red stripe that went down the front seam of his shirt was eerily reminiscent of a Vatican clerical outfit. Esther shivered. The hair was longer than she remembered, but the eyes were the same. Sea blue, with faint amusement and nothing else within them. The eyes of the man who'd killed Abel.
A faint smile touched his lips. "Well then, does this meet with your demands?" He held out his hands. "You'll have to excuse me. Ever since Abel and I had our last disagreement, I've been sleeping in there."
"You…and Father Nightroad…"
"Yes." A glimmer of what might have been genuine fondness crossed his lips. "Abel and I…we had quite an argument. He did a fair amount of damage. But Isaac fixed me up a regenerative tank to rest in and now it's better."
"That tank…"
"That's where I rest, thanks to Abel." He held up one hand. "After what he did to me, I have to have somewhere to regenerate my body." He looked up at the dark-haired man standing behind him. "You can go, Isaac. Everything's working well."
"As you wish, Mein Herr." Isaac bowed. "Is there anything you need?"
"Hmm." Cain tilted his head sideways. "Oh. Of course. Tell Melchior to come here in about half an hour, and to bring that toy of his that he likes so much."
"As you command." Isaac nodded once, then vanished through the door.
"There now. We can talk a little better." He shrugged, and settled into the high backed chair, propping one ankle on the opposing knee and tilting his head. "Isaac's a good servant, but he's a little difficult to deal with. He's always trying to keep an eye on me."
"You…" Esther rose from her chair. "You…you're the Contra Mundi." Anger and fear mixed in her veins. "What do you want with me?"
"Well, it's very simple, my dear." He leaned his cheek on one hand. "I want to know your connection to my dear brother, Abel."
Esther's stomach clenched. "Father…Nightroad? Why do you…?"
"Abel is my brother." The empty smile widened a fraction, and a flicker of amused affection touched his face. "He and I…we used to share everything. But he's changed a bit." He rose from the seat, shifting in a languid, restless movement. "He used to be so temperamental, but he's calmed down a great deal." He moved suddenly, coming to stand beside Esther before she realized he was moving. One hand came up to brush her face lightly. "Abel seems really attached to you. I thought I'd like to know your relationship to my dear brother."
"Stop saying that!" Esther jerked backward, her hand coming up to block his. "How can you even think to call him that, after you killed him?"
"Well, it really was Abel's fault that I hit him." He shrugged. "He really should know better than to get in the way of something I want. But he went and destroyed the rocket controls." He looked at her. "Anyway, it really was only fair. After all, Abel tried to kill me before." He sent a bored glance toward the other room. "Thanks to Abel, I still have to sleep in that tank." He smiled again. "But you know, I'm not really angry with him." He took a step toward her again. "We have that in common, don't we? We both care for Abel."
"You…you tried to…"
"I tried to join with him." He sighed a little. "Abel and I…we're really the exact same person, you know. But Abel had such a temper. He's really interesting when he's angry."
"Father Nightroad is nothing like you!" Esther spit the words out. "You…how many people did you kill attacking my city? Father Nightroad would never do anything like that."
The Contra Mundi stared at her a moment. Then the smile widened and he chuckled lightly. "You really don't know Abel well at all." He took two quick steps forward and seized her chin with one hand. "Abel really is rather temperamental. He's got a lot of destructive power when he gets mad." The amusement was back in his eyes. "Dietrich said you've already seen that, though. But I assure you, Abel and I really are a lot alike." He tilted his head, looking at her with curious eyes. "Hasn't he ever told you about it?"
Esther backed away. "I don't know what you mean."
He chuckled again. "Abel…he really is quite destructive. He's calmed down a lot, but he's done a lot of killing too. He's probably destroyed more cities than I have, really."
'I've never told you what I'm capable of…the terrible sins I've committed.' Abel's words in the garden sounded in her mind. Esther bit her lip, a wash of conflicting emotions in her heart. She forced herself to meet the blue eyes. "I don't believe you." She'd meant it to sound defiant, but the rush of hurt, fear and anger made her voice weaker than she wanted it to be.
"Well, we'll have plenty of time to discuss it." He offered her a vacant smile. "I look forward to talking more with you." He turned his head. "Melchior."
A slender man with short dark hair stepped forward out of the shadows. "Mein Herr." He bowed. "Wizard said you requested my presence."
"So I did. Did you bring what I asked you?"
"Yes, Mein Herr. Sieglind is waiting outside. Shall I bring her in?"
"No. But I want you to make her Esther's servant." He gestured. "I have to rest now, so I'll leave Esther to you." He disappeared back through the adjoining door.
Esther turned to look at the man in the room with her. "And you are…"
"Melchior von Neumann. Member of the Order of Rosenkretuz. Pygmalion." His tone was bored, and his eyes were hidden by dark glasses. He shrugged. "You're Esther, Queen of Albion." He might have been speaking to a wall for all the emotion his voice showed. "I have orders to escort you back to your apartments. Come." He took her wrist.
She'd hoped she could break free of him, but as soon as his hand closed around her arm, her hopes sank. The grip was every bit as strong as Kampfers, and as he spoke, she spotted the slightly sharper teeth that marked a Methuselah. He said nothing else, simply pulled her through the door.
A girl wearing an Order uniform stood outside the door, utterly motionless. She wore a knee length skirt instead of trousers, and her hair was purple, cut into a short bowl cut at chin length. She might have been somewhat pretty, but her eyes were completely blank. No emotion. No thought. They reminded Esther of Tres' eyes. The eyes of a machine. She shivered, her fear increasing as she noticed the sword strapped to the girl's back. It was almost bigger than she was.
"Sieglind. One of my Fighting Dolls. Actually my best." There was a faint note of pride in the man's voice. "She'll be your servant, on Mein Herr's orders." He snapped his fingers. "Sieglind."
The blank face came to life. "Master?"
"You will come with me. By the orders of Mein Herr, you are to serve this woman. Attend her needs, escort her where she needs to go, and make sure she makes no attempt at escape."
"Yes, master." The doll bowed stiffly, then turned to her. "Mistress."
"Esther. Her name is Esther. Queen of Albion and Guest of the Order." Melchior made a motion with his fingers. "Come."
They started down the hall. Esther felt herself shivering, and she wasn't sure whether it was her escort, or her recent meeting with the Contra Mundi. She shot another glance at the man leading her. The lack of emotion frightened her, and there was something…terrifying, about the way he moved and spoke. He made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.
They were nearly to Esther's door when a strident female voice split the quiet of the halls. "Melchior!"
He turned and Esther turned with him. Striding toward them was a woman. Her Order uniform was much more ornate than the dolls, and she moved with an easy, liquid grace, despite the sharp heels she wore. Long blue-black hair was wrapped in buns on either side of her head, and the loose ends fell nearly to her knees. She had a pretty face, with wide pale eyes, and pale skin that almost glowed. Her figure was trim and well shaped, her chest full. She was a beautiful woman, but her face was set in a scowl.
She strode up to them, ignoring Esther entirely. "Melchior, I heard from Balthasar…is it true? Is My Lord really awake?"
He shrugged. "He is. So?"
"Why wasn't I informed? I asked specifically to be told the minute Mein Herr was able to emerge." She frowned. "Did Wizard…"
"He did. I didn't find out until now." Melchior shrugged. "Mein Herr wanted to greet his guest." He gestured. "Helga von Vogelweide…Lady Esther of Albion."
"Lady Esther?" Helga turned cold eyes on Esther. "A Terran?" She turned her attention back to the quiet man. "And for this…Terran wench, I was denied the right to see My Lord?"
Melchior shrugged. "It was Mein Herr's orders. And as it is…she's an important Terran."
"Important? This little slip of a girl?" Helga tilted her head to look at Esther again. Esther bit her lip, feeling a surge of angry indignation at the cold contempt in those eyes.
"Oh, Lady Esther is indeed rather important." Esther jumped as Isaac appeared beside her. He gave Helga a cool smile. "You might as well hold your temper, Eishexe." He bowed. "Allow me to make a more formal introduction, since Melchior doesn't seem inclined. Lady Helga von Vogelweide. Codename: Ice Witch. I present to you Her Royal Majesty Esther Blanchett, Queen of Albion."
"Queen? This girl?" Helga's tone was scornful, and shocked. "You must be joking."
"Not at all." Kampfer's chilly grin widened. "I've been conducting some tests with her blood. It's quite confirmed. Esther Blanchett is the heir to the throne of Albion, and she was sworn as the ruler of the country nearly almost seven months ago." He moved forward. "You really should show more respect, my lady."
Helga bristled. "Respect? To this little human woman?" She tossed her hair back over one shoulder. "Even if she is a Queen…I've no reason to give her my appreciation." She shot Esther a look that was almost pure venom. "I asked to be told when Mein Her awakened, yet you took…this girl to him?"
"It was Mein Herr's orders."
"Very well, but I demand to be allowed to see him now." Helga glared at Kampfer.
"He's resting again." Melchior shrugged. "Don't bother him."
"He's quite right. I'm afraid Mein Herr has returned to his rejuvenation. You'll have to wait until later." Kampfer eyed her, mocking in his gaze. "If you like, I'll tell him when he wakes."
"You…I'll be watching to make sure you do, Wizard." Helga shot Esther one last blistering glare, then strode off down the hall.
"Well, now that that's been taken care of…" Kampfer shrugged. "We have business to attend to. I suggest you get Lady Esther settled, so we can deal with our work."
Melchior nodded, and led Esther the rest of the way to her rooms. He opened the door, and Sieglind stepped forward. "Mistress."
Esther moved into the rooms almost gratefully. It was only as the door shut behind her that she let herself relax a fraction. Her heart was pounding so hard she feared she'd have a heart attack. That woman…Helga…she seems to really hate me. But why? Because I'm a Terran? Or because of…of him? The Contra Mundi… She shuddered, reliving that encounter. He…he looks so much like Father Nightroad, except for his hair color, but his eyes…they're so…empty. And the way he talks… Another shiver went through her as she remembered that cool, disinterested voice, and the way he'd talked so casually about killing his brother, about death and destruction. That man…and why, why does he insist that Father Nightroad is the same as he is?
"Do you wish anything, Mistress?" The emotionless voice cut through her thoughts. She looked up to see Melchior's doll standing before her.
"No. I want to be alone for now."
"As you wish. I will wait outside the door for your orders." Sieglind bowed and departed.
Esther settled against the couch, her head spinning. He said he wanted to know what my relationship was to Father Nightroad. But I…after what happened… Esther bit her lip, trying to quell the hot tears that threatened to break free. After the terrible things I said to him…he must be angry with me. And even if he could somehow forgive me…I said I never wanted to see him again. I said I hated him. A lump rose in her throat, as she remembered Abel's steadfast presence, his warm kindness. She recalled what he'd said to her, both on the road and in the garden that night. He was simply trying to protect me, and now…because of what I've done… She laid her head in her arms, trying to fight back the terrible tide of despair and terror that rose up in her. Oh Father…I'm so sorry.
(AN) AUTHOR'S NOTES: Now before everyone flips as WTH happened with update happeing sooner here is what I gotta say for the long and I mean WAY LONG delay in this chapter, chapter twelve.
[*] - First off for the past six weeks more or less before the fall came, my editor and co-partner dragonwriter24cmf has been moving and still is in way she's almost done though so thank god or has been by now. With all the moving that has been happening on her, she temp. staying at her folks new place for a short while before she gets her own place at later date so except more delays in future chapters to come on TBWC. Until she dragonwriter24cmf,gets settled down again later on his year or next year. Secondly I too have been busy chapter 12 would have been up by the beginning this week but I got some other responsibilities that needed my attention explaining as why this chapter was not up and posted when it could have been a few days sooner.
[*] - Siegelind, Melchior's favourite auto-doll might act like we are thinking she might be like since she is a highly tech mechanical robot/android of some sort she might be like a female version or so of Father Tres Iqus. As for her weapon it's not something else we made up if one of the TB art book thores pictures featuring two of the Neumann brothers with a small row of auto dolls behind Melchior. Siegelind is carryings a unique type sword behind strapped behind her back in her RCO outfit which you can barely see. I found some good cosplay pictures of her in her maid outfit with her sword to help support this if anyone wants the links then notify me and I will send them to you via mess or email ASAP.
[*] - We also have a special notice that both me and dragonwriter24cmf want hear back from you guys (the readers and fans of TBWC) after you all finish reading chapter 12 ok, it will show up in the next update. Which will be about your concerns with manga RCO members Helga and Melchior and their ICness. Please be patient as the notice will appear not long after this chapter.