Belladonna pulled away from him to look up at his face, her gaze fixing upon his mask instead, the image of the expectant look that would be in his eyes, taking form in her head."That you will not take any more brides after me."He stared back at her, studying those eyes that held a sought of fire in them when she had said out her demand firmly.Was it selfish that she wanted to be his last bride so much, that she wanted him to give her his word on it? Maybe. But she certainly didn't want any other woman to have to suffer an unsure fate, also she had every intention to end this curse, as soon as possible, with whatever it was that it would cost her.Promising to do as she had requested right now, would mean that he had as much trust in her as she had in him. With no response still given, she shifted uncomfortably in her seat under his smoldering gaze.Her gaze was fixed on the floor of the carriage, the sound of the carriage's wheels on the rocky road filling her ears, while she w
The dungeon was never quiet. It was always filled with the voices of people in agony, the cry of people that were starving, or the relentless pleading of those who yelled out their proclaimed innocence. The dungeon was never bright too, it was always too dim to see anything. The darkness was torture and the noise wasn't helping. If they could all just be quiet!He needed silence to plot the death of his brother when he would finally make it out of here. Kenji sucked in a deep breath and the stench of the place, stuck to the roof of his nose.For how nosy he was, this wasn't the first time he would be trapped in a place like this, but this was the first time his brother would be the one tossing him in and locking the bars. He hadn't had a bath ever since he had been thrown here, he stank so much. His hair needed to be washed, and combed, the curls were starting to tangle and he was terrified of how much hair he would lose when this was finally over. Also, the food here was terr
Although, the point of control had already been decided, Belladonna couldn't help but suspect something else. It was the round blue gem, the one she had seen in the Forbidden Room, the one that was always changing colors and emitting smoke like it was burning anytime it came in contact with her hands, the very one she had seen in her dreams some time ago. Despite the electric feeling the ring gave her, she felt the need to confirm things.Although, the gem seemed to be more linked to Lex than to Kestra, even though Belladonna believed Kestra's link to the ring was indirect. It had been the one in the family painting Eli had shown her. In that painting, 2 years old Lex had been playing with the gem in that picture, at least, the gem had looked similar to it. Eli also said something about Kestra taking over the gems that were in one of the forbidden rooms.To put all doubt at rest, Belladonna went to the forbidden room and grabbed the gem. On her way here, the hallway was empty, lit b
She shivered from the memory.Something about the strange woman didn't feel good. Alaris words rang in her ears about how Thanatou had never lost anything before because he would always claim back whatever was his. Right now, he believed she was his. She wasn't though, so she dismissed the thought. She was probably just overthinking this. The thing she saw, it had to be from the past. There was no way they could still be going after her.They couldn't come here. What was she thinking about, they couldn't even get to Me'k! That wasn't how it worked. Right?Yes.Why was she even worried about this?Feeling much better, she went out of the tub. She took off her gown and dumped it on one side of the bathroom floor. Then she wrapped a towel around her. It smelt like Eli. A smile crossed her lips and she wrapped her arms around herself.Now that she didn't feel like her head was ripping apart or busy making the ingredient to take down the witch, she realized how much she had mi
Belladonna folded her arms across her chest, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible. She kept her eyes trained away from the paintings pasted on the walls. They were her's and Eli's.Very intimate paintings. It gave her mixed feelings to be back in here after everything that had happened. Lunch was in a couple of hours, she intended to miss it. She didn't feel hungry, all she could feel was impatience.She couldn't wait for the Blood Moon to finally be here, she couldn't wait for everything to be over, also she couldn't wait for Eli to finally tell her what he had called her here for. Her eyes followed him as he moved around under the candlelight that brightened up the room with its golden glow, busy with something she couldn't see from here, because his frame was blocking her view. Despite it being in the afternoon, the windows were down and the room was a little dark, so candlelight was needed."Get comfortable." He turned to her, his brown eyes glimmering with excitemen
By the time they pulled apart, they were both breathless. Eli's eyes widened when he remembered the painting that still wasn't dry yet. He had some on his hands--gloves. He would need to wash the black-smearing liquid off his gloves and give her henna tattoo a little retouch. It was a good thing it hadn't been really affected.He wanted to pull away but he couldn't, his Donna's legs had him caged to her, the heels of her feet digging slightly against his butt, as she threw her head back with an almost silent moan, resting heavily on her hands that were pressed flat against the surface of the table for support. It was a sight. One that Eli liked. He craved to see her naked under the candlelight, delirious from his effect on her. A moan resonated through his chest, the warmth his Donna had trapped around him was starting to feel like intoxication.His hand cupped the back of her neck and he moved her to face him. She was panting from robbing against him, her eyes clouded with lus
Trigger warning - I can't even say it is gore, but it gets... oh well._________The dungeon gates were thrown open and the unfortunate prisoners, chosen.Amongst them was a baby fresh out of his mother's womb, still bathed in blood, his newborn cries filling the dead night and the stinky dungeon.Weak, and forced down with after-birth pains, his mother begged for the King's witch to take her instead. Her blind silver eyes sent chills down the new mother's spine, the red slightly glowing light on her forehead, terrifying. The witch towered over her and if it wasn't that she valued her baby's life more than her own, she would have surrendered to defeat, scurrying away, despite the pain she was feeling. Her long fingers trailed down the side of her face, her long red polished nails digging lightly against her dirty, sweaty, and tear-stained skin, as she gave her a blinding smile. "Save him if you can." The mother's eyes flickered to her baby in the witch's grip.She had not even ha
To tamper with nature was to tamper with balance, and for everything there were consequences. Ever since Kestra's ritual had started, the whole of Ignas had been thrown into total darkness.A never-ending night. It was as if the sun had told them all a final goodbye. It wasn't just that the moon stayed constant in the night sky, but it was slowly turning crimson. The people were petrified.It was something that they had never seen before. Even the people of the Capital who had their minds altered not to worry about things that were out of order, started to... worry.The effect of the Alterer on them was glitching, for many reasons. The Village Heads wrote to their King about what was going on, and blamed it on the presence of the witches. They pleaded for their King to make an order for all the witches to be killed, blaming their presence for the abrupt imbalance.The distance from the villages to the Capital didn't allow for quick and easy communication, still, the King tried h