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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 19:06:42 GMT -5
Evelynne munched on the cheese and meat slices, a smile about her lips as she watched Robin put the finishing touches on Lyra. She chuckled softly to the comment that Lyra made about no man being good enough for her. “I set a high standard.” She winked playfully. She then tilted her head slightly for Robin as she adjusted the pins that held her hair beautifully in place. Robin had placed her tiara upon her head, the princess wore a beautiful red dress. The color of the royal family. She wore black heels that were only visible if she took a large step. A beautiful silver necklace hung around her neck with earrings to match. Her blue eyes were vibrant against the color of her outfit.
“That sounds perfect.” Robin spoke as she grinned and looked to Lyra.
The princess chuckled softly, “It certainly does. We shall do that then, I will inform my father.” She turned and smiled. “I will see you on the ballroom floor then.” She spoke and with that the princess set off to the royal study, followed closely by two knights. The prince no doubt was kept busy by something she imagined, she hadn’t seen him since this morning. Though it was a bit of tradition for the two to be separated on the day of the ball. Just as they would be separated on the day of the wedding.
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As the sun set the nobles began to come into the castle. They entered the ballroom where tables of food and fountains of drinks were set along the rims of the dance floor. They mingled and chatted with excitement over the marriage. Then a tone came from the piano that was behind the curtain. The first bit of the song, note by note slowly began to play. The crowd hushed and they turned. Many had asked where the princess was. Even where the prince was. The curtains were slowly drawn to reveal the princess whom sat at the piano. A soft smile upon her lips as she slowly played through the introduction of the song. Her fingers moved gracefully upon the keys as she began to speed the piece up to the proper tempo. She closed her eyes as she let the music flow from her, soon enough Lyra would join in.
A grin came to her lips as she heard the sound of Lyra’s music join in on her own. Their music danced together, it flowed through the room and the people came to life. She couldn’t pull the grin from her lips as her eyes would float to Lyra to watch her play. When the piece came to a close the princess stood and bowed her head as the crowd cheered loudly. She stepped forward down the stairs and people parted, their heads bowed to the beautiful princess as she made her way to the center of the room where her father stood. His eyes were glassy as he looked to her, he was clearly proud of his daughter. He took her hand and smiled as the next song began. Evelynne smiled brightly as she danced about with her father, the whole room had their eyes upon them. Though soon enough the song ended and the prince stepped up to the princess’ side. Ezra turned and smiled to him before he handed his daughter off.
“Welcome everyone to our festival ball. In just a weeks time Princess Evelynne will be wed to Prince Leon of Voleg. I would like everyone to give him a welcoming cheer and congratulations. Enjoy the evening everyone.” He found his way to his wife whom stood upon the stage awaiting him. Her eyes were glued to the prince.
Leon took Evelynne and smiled, “You look lovely, Eve.” He began to lead her in the dance as the music played. “It was hard for me to be separated from you today.” He spoke as he turned her into a dip with the beat of the music. He twirled her about, they danced well together. They looked well together. The princess was filled with smiles as was the prince. At the end of the song the crowd cheered and clapped and then everyone began to dance. Leon moved about with the princess. They danced and danced, endlessly it seemed.
“I need a breath of fresh air.” The princess spoke. She hadn’t eaten much throughout the day and with the corset as tight as Robin had tied it she could barely breathe.
“Of course.” He smiled as he took her hand and led her through the dancing crowd.
Evelynne stepped out into the crisp cool air of the balcony her eyes gazed over the city as she touched the stone railing with her hands. She closed her eyes as she felt his hand upon her hip. She knew he would attempt to push more magic upon her the moment that they were alone. Though, she couldn’t quite take Lyra with her when she was the one entertaining hundreds of nobles.
“Can you believe it?” He asked as he rest his chin upon her shoulder, his arms slipped around her hand his hands rest upon the backs of her hands. “Only 1 more week of waiting, my sweet Eve.” He kissed along her jaw a few times.
The princess took in a breath, she forced a well played smile upon her lips as she leaned back into him, her head rest against his chest. “I can’t believe it, it’ll be here before we know it.” She chuckled softly. “Then you and I shall be king and queen.”
The prince grinned and adjusted her to turn her toward him. He lifted her hands up around his neck as he gazed into her eyes. “It feels so far, yet I know it is so close.”
Evelynne smiled up to him as she gazed into his eyes. Though that was the moment that she felt it. When her eyes met his, he reached up and touched her cheek. She blinked a few times and swallowed, a smile upon her lips. “Just a few days.” She spoke after a moment of silence. The prince smirked slightly, he leaned forward then and kissed her. The princess felt the same feeling that Lyra showed her. She became cold, uneasy. She focused it away the best she could. Though it was hard to focus against him. The way his magic pushed against the barrier felt different than when Lyra showed it to her.
After a long moment he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “Together we will bring this kingdom to its glory.” He spoke, “It will be stronger than it ever has been. We will hold the seat of power.” His words were like threads that wove into her mind. The more she tried to focus it away the more it felt like it invaded her. He leaned forward and kissed along her jaw, “The more you fight against me, the harder this is going to become, princess.” His words were spoken in a whisper before he straightened and gazed down to her with a smile. “Have we had enough air?” He questioned.
Evelynne blinked a few times, her mind blocked out his words that were whispered to her. His magic was much stronger than Lyra’s. “Yes, let’s go back inside.” She spoke with a warm smile as he led her back into the ball. The two began to dance about the floor. The prince allowed others to take a dance with Evelynne after he’d spent the time with her outside. Evelynne found her way to the drinks and she grasped a water to which she drank quickly. Her eyes glanced to Lyra upon the stage.
“How long have you known your bard?” Leon questioned curiously.
Evelynne looked to him as he held a glass of wine toward her. “Oh...a while.” She replied with a gentle smile.
“You seem close to her.” He spoke, “A strange individual to be close to for a princess.” He watched her.
“You think?” She asked her brows tucked together slightly.
“Royals don’t usually mingle with the servants.” He spoke with a laugh. “Drink your wine, Eve. Don’t worry about it. There are many things different about you, that is what makes you so interesting.”
The princess drank her wine before he pulled her back onto the floor. This continued through the night. Comments here and there. He was planting more and more seeds. Some she was able to block. Others...she couldn’t quite keep her attention and as the night wore on and the more wine he gave to her the worse it became. Soon enough though the ball was coming to an end. The people slowly filtered out until the prince stood in the center of the ballroom floor with the princess. He cupped her cheek and smiled. “Come on, I’ll take you to your room so you can get some rest.”
The princess planted her feet, “No. That isn’t part of the tradition.” She spoke, her hands were in his.
Leon looked to her with a flabbergasted expression. Almost as if he was beginning to become irritated with her fighting against him. He was certain he’d broken down some of her defenses. But it seemed she was still holding her own even with the amount of wine he’d pumped into her, when he hadn’t had a single drop.
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The queen stepped to Lyra’s side, she placed her hand on Lyra’s arm. “Watch them...don’t let her get hurt...but if you can catch him doing...whatever it is he’s done. Please.” She nodded to the bard. “Just keep my daughter safe.”
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Leon chuckled then as his eyes lifted to the king and queen whom approached. “Your majesties.” He spoke and bowed his head, his fingers curled to hold Evelynne’s hand.
“Prince Leon, did you enjoy the ball?” Ezra questioned with a smile. “It looked like you two had quite the time. You danced more than Liliana and I did at our own ball.” He chuckled. “It was splendid to see you two getting along so well.”
“Everything about the ball was well done. Even the music that the bard played, I believe that made it even better. She’s a wonderful performer.” He spoke and nodded.
“Did you have a good evening darling?” The king questioned.
Evelynne smiled, “Yes father.” She leaned against Leon slightly as she placed her other hand on his bicep. “It was great.”
The queen then look to the prince. “Well you two.” She yawned slightly, “Your father and I are off to bed, Eve. Don’t forget you have a busy day tomorrow.” She smiled as she turned with Ezra to leave.
Leon then looked to Evelynne, “There, now may I take you?” He asked with a smile, he kissed her forehead.
Evelynne closed her eyes and took in a breath as she blocked his magic the best she could. “Yes. Of course.” She took his hand once more and allowed him to lead her away. Her eyes glanced to Lyra for a moment before she was pulled from the room.
The prince walked down the halls with the princess at his side. She leaned against him, all the while her heart pounded. This was exactly what she didn’t want. She didn’t want to be alone with him. They slipped into her room and he turned to her with a smile. It was genuine, as usual. She took in a breath and smiled to him. “Well, this is goodnight, hm?” She went to release his hand.
The prince pulled her close and chuckled. “Come on Evelynne.” He caressed her cheek and searched her eyes. “You didn’t see me all day.” He kissed her then. She could feel the waves of magic wash over her and she tried her best to stop the magic. Her breathing quickened and her eyes began to glow. The prince chuckled slightly. “See?” He pulled her close. “Nothing to worry about, princess.” Another wave of magic. The temperature in the room lowered slightly as she leaned against him, falling victim to his magic.
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Post by Raven on Dec 8, 2019 20:05:58 GMT -5
Lyra smiled as she crossed the stage, her hues glued to Eve. The room lit with - not just her magic - their magic. In a way the auras of magic danced upward, and then spread over the audience like an umbrella of sound. The orchestra came in, low brass and winds - Lyra came to the piano and then twirled. The orchestra stopped - the piano solo playing - Lyra held a hand outward, pointing to the Princess. She then bowed and then came back in, the powerful orchestra chiming in, the piano floating over - flickering melody over top the wave of sound. Lyra smiled and then the song ended in a long cadenza from the piano. As they finished - Lyra felt a rush of power, her music had been sated more than ever before. To actually play with someone, for their magics to tango. Lyra bowed deeply before the Princess and then she held her hand up high.
The Princess's finger tips touched onto hers as the Bard lead her downward to her Father, where Lyra bowed once more. She lifted her lute then and began to the next piece - a beautiful and lively waltz. The King and Princess danced - in perfect synchronization. Lyra smiled and looked about the crowd - locating the Prince. Her hues fell upon him as he seem to zone in on the Princess, like a lion waiting to pounce his pray, in the bushes.
Lyra laced her magic with joy, the people began to cheer. In that moment even the Prince smiled... She played, and played, and played. She watched as the Princess and Prince stepped out to the balcony. She looked to the King and nodded - who had gave a signal to the guards. Two guards then stepped to the Balcony door, and then turned, on either side of the door, guarding it. Lyra swirled then and began to dance with the people, all whilst playing. The crowd was beginning to drink heavier now, their steps getting worse - and so Lyra played faster. She knew the ways to wear out the people, the sooner she could wrap this up - the sooner she could give her undivided attention to the Princess.
As the two re-entered the room, she laced a Holy magic into her music. She could see the aura as clear as day. The redness lingering from the Princess - sucked up into the air, she did what she could from a distance. The Prince glanced up - she could tell he could feel it, if at all. A slight tug on his dark soul... She only smiled and twirled once more...
She put on an entertaining night, and finally the crowd began to thin, until the night had been called. Midnight had struck, it was tradition. Festivities were to celebrate, but not to over-do it. This was not a night of glutton, but rather joy. Lyra stepped toward the edge of the stage and then bowed deeply. "I will do as asked" she responded to the Queen...Her hues stared to the Prince and Princess... Either Eve was a great actress, or she couldn't not defend against the powers. It was toxic, she could feel it from here. Lyra bowed before the King and Queen and watched as the two trailed away.
Soon enough It was over. The remaining staff cleaned up, and in no time the hall was back to normal. Lyra lifted her lute and stepped off the stage. She trailed a few minutes behind the Prince and Princess. To her luck - her room was not far away from the Princesses. She stepped into the hallway. She lifted her gaze - seeping from her bedroom was a thick red magic, like a smog slipping through the cracks. She grit her teeth and then approached the door.
When her hand placed on the handle - it was burning hot, and locked. Lyra winced as her flesh was burned, but she pushed her own magic through it. In an instant the handle turned and the door thrust open. The change of air pressure pushed her hair back - she looked to the Prince who held the Princess in his arms, hands groping her now, the Princesses' dress slipping from her body. Within a second the Princess stood with the red puddle of cloth about her ankles, left in her under garments. The Prince turned his gaze and then chuckled. "Interesting" he spoke.
Lyra stepped forward then - she held a hand forward and a glowing bright white lit from her palm. In an instant the flesh of the Prince began to melt away. This was not expected - Lyra had expected to draw the dark magic out of the room, but this did something different. The Prince turned his gaze to the Bard and then let out a deep laugh. "It is too late" he spoke. "Kill me and your precious Kingdom will face war" he spoke and then dropped the Princess. "Tell me just who you are" he spoke as he stepped towards Lyra.
The Prince had become a dark scaley creature, from his heads were two small horns, nothing giant scale like a greater demon. This was just a peon, Lyra could tell. She grinned then and lowered her hand. "But now you are found..." she spoke. The Demon stepped up to Lyra - his glowing white eyes staring into Lyra's. In an instant Lyra's hues turned bright white, the glow of an Angel. The Demon scowled and then gripped Lyra's neck. He lifted her into the air and squeezed.
Lyra lifted her hands and gripped his horns, she began to pull downward roughly. "Tell me where his body is!!!" She shouted, her voice was layered with other voices. A voice of an angel. It was a perfectly harmonious chord that spoke. The Demon fought against her - until she got what she wanted. Her head lulled back and her eyes rolled behind her head.
The dark shadow figure stepped up to a man who stood on a balcony. The man had sighed deeply. "Soon I will leave my home" he whispered to himself.
"Not as soon as you wish" the dark figure spoke and then reached forward - his hand gripped onto the soul of the man, and ripped it out easily. He then held it in his hand - a web of white, he then swallowed it. In an instant - over his naked muscle of a body - flesh began to form. Before him was an empty shell of the Prince, and now an exact replica of the Prince stood. The animate prince lifted the now limp body of himself and then disappeared in a smoke.
Next he appeared in a Royal Grave home. A small building located in the Graveyard, where the Kings and Queens are buried, or their urns are stored. He opened a casket - the previous king had been removed from it. He set the limp prince into it and pushed the stone over it. As he glanced up - he looked t other Sigil of Nidil
Lyra let go and gave a scream - though this was fake. The Demon let her go and then grinned. "That will teach you....stupid Mortal" he held a hand forward and dark red flowed forward. Lyra felt it - and she lulled her head back once more and then forward. She cleared her throat.
"My Prince, I am so sorry" she bowed deeply. "I did not mean to disturb you..." she looked up to the Fleshy Prince. The Prince turned and looked to the Princess.
"Do not fret... Just forget this ever happened" his eyes glowed red and then he stepped out...
Lyra waited until he was long gone, before she quickly shut the door. His attempt to brainwash her was foolery, she had faked her way through it. He was a lesser demon, and was not as clever as he had thought. Not while he faced an Angel was powerful as her, yet he had no idea. It seemed. Lyra rushed forward to the Princess and held a hand over her head - drawing the red toxin from her and cupping her cheek. "Are you okay?" she whispered and then pulled the Princess into her arms, while she knelt on the floor.
"I know how to expose him..." she whispered, rocking her back and forth slightly, waiting for her to come to.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 21:03:10 GMT -5
The princess was wrapped in a fog, she did as the prince commanded. Lyra had arrived just in time to stop him. Though, the princess did not fight against the prince and even so when his skin melted away to reveal that of the demon she remained in his arms, as if her mind was shielded by his magic. When he released her the princess staggered, her eyes glowed and she collapsed to her knees. She stared to the demon as he clasped onto Lyra. She took a step forward as her body trembled, her hand reached out and brushed against Lyra’s shoulder. “L...” The glow faded from her eyes, the beautiful blue color remained as she heard the tone in Lyra’s voice as she gripped onto the demon’s horns. Her muscles grew weak and she staggered and fell back as she lost consciousness.
Her mind was a cloud. Had she actually regained any sense of lucid thought before she’d collapsed? Her dream state was filled with nightmares. Her chest rose and fell quickly, her body shook. Her hands balled into fists as the dark magic clutched onto her. By the time the prince left the princess’ body had calmed slightly. Though it wasn’t until Lyra pulled the princess into her arms and drained the toxin from her body that her breathing truly relaxed. The nightmares left her sleep, her expression relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open slowly. Her eyes fell upon the bard. “Lyra...” She breathed. Her eyes had a swirl of glowing magic in them. She drew her brows together. She could feel the material of Lyra’s corset and trouser’s against her body, a chill rushed over her skin from the cool floor against the back of her legs.
“What happened?” She questioned. “You know how to expose him?” She wondered out loud. “What are you talking about?”
The glow in the princess’ eyes grew brighter then and she took in a shaken breath. Her eyes closed and then suddenly she sat up with a cry as she scrambled to her feet. She looked down at her nearly naked body as she took in quick breaths. “Lyra….he….h-he...” Her voice trembled terribly. Tears had welled in her eyes. “That...is not the prince...that….that’s a demon...” She choked out. “H-how did you do that? You….made what he is visible...I...” She grit her teeth, her head was pounding. She held a hand to her head and clenched her jaw slightly. “How...did you get him to go away?” She asked. “He...was...he…” She remembered how she’d felt...how he made her feel. The princess looked to her nearly bare body once again before she quickly grabbed her night gown and pulled it over her body before she pulled on her robe. She was nearly in tears as she looked to Lyra. “I...I can’t marry that….that thing...I...” She blinked several times as she tried to figure out what happened.
“We can’t kill him Lyra...even if that isn’t the prince. We can’t kill him, Voleg will wage war against us if the prince loses his life at our hands.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “What are we going to do?” She asked in a worried tone as she finally fell quiet enough for Lyra to respond.
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Post by Raven on Dec 8, 2019 21:24:09 GMT -5
Lyra shifted back and then slowly stood as Eve came to. It took a minute for her thoughts to hit her, the memory of him. She slowly paced to the side of the bed and sat down. It was difficult to perform that amount of power - without shifting into her office. Without displaying her true self. She stood then and took in a deep breath - pacing slightly, before she paused.
"You will not marry that thing" she spoke clearly, her voice was royal as can be. "I will not let it be" she stepped forward and held out her hand. "Let me show you the truth" she waited for Eve to take her hand. In an instant - Lyra shut her eyes and opened them once more - a glowing beautiful white light emit from her and she released a small amount of power to Eve, to be absorbed.
In an instant she would flutter back, seeing the dream of which Lyra gave to her.
In the midst of the air was a golden figure - flaming red hair shifting in the wind as the skies flurry pushed it about. Hoisting her in the blue swarm of the skies were two large white wings, with thick large feathers. Sported by these wings and magic - she float easily. She held her lute in front of her - a golden glowing sword about her hip.
Behind here was a thick layer of similar figures, all hoisting their weapons. Below them rest a flaming rock. Where they were was no heaven, nor hell, the land in between. The battle field. The flaming rock - bursting with lava and power - was covered completely in red and black demons. Some small and slender, others huge and bulky.
Lyra lifted her lute - and strum a powerful chord. Like a thousand instruments ringing in harmony - the Angels then shot forward with power. Their magic glowing brightly, enhanced by the chord that release a tremendous wave of power and strength. Lyra tossed the lute and it disappeared - in an instant she drew her blade and lifted it. It caught the sun's shine and she twirled swiftly - firing a beam of pure holy light downward at the huge rock. An entire wave of Angels had done the same, the others shooting forward to attack.
Lyra grit her teeth then and her wings dug in close as she dive bombed downward. She landed - her powerful golden boots pushing into the earth, leaving a skid of bent rock. Her wings propelled her forward and she slashed into a demon - splitting him into two with a powerful holy slash. She then twisted and pummeled another....
The vision faded - and Lyra stumbled back. It had been a while since she had relived her own memories. She dared not to don her uniform, her wings to appear. The magic would flood the castle, and the demon would know instantly. Lyra then summoned something - a beautiful golden sword. Though upon grasping it - she did not transform. She held it close, observing the intricate design in the blade. And then she held it forward, two fingers upon the blade - offering it to Eve.
"I'm the first to come upon Earth" she spoke softly, her voice sang beautifully, though she spoke normally. "The Devil and his Demons do not play fair. Finally... we had to intervene. I am the trial, to see if Angels can live harmoniously with Humans. It was my idea, from the start. So that we can protect you... from them" she spoke softly. "So..." she chuckled. "I am your guardian angel..." she offered her sword then and knelt. "Accept my sword, accept my truth, and keep it secret. I cannot reveal myself, to spare our safety... but I promise... I will protect you..." she waited for Eve to accept the sword.
When Eve did - she stood then. The aura of her wings glowing freely for her to see. She smiled then and bowed. "It is so, then" she held her hand back out - to take the sword back. Eve would have felt its holy power thriving within her, but each experience is different. "He spoke of Lyra Lark, the Angel to Choir the Armies... and I am truly so..." she spoke. "But.. my Identity must be kept a secret, you understand? This is between just you... and me..." she sucked in a breath. "To defeat the Demon - we cannot mearly kill him. We must expose him. For a demon to take a body - and become the Prince, he must keep the Prince's body intact. He merely consumes the identity, but not the body itself. This demon is keeping the real Prince Leon in your very Royal Grave Home, just over the hill... but he is watching it close. To expose him - we just reveal the... practically dead body of the true Prince..."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 8, 2019 22:07:25 GMT -5
Evelynne looked to the bard with curious eyes as she took on a strong royal tone. She was certain that the princess would not marry the demon. She hesitated a moment before she took Lyra’s hand. As the power rushed into Evelynne she took in a sharp breath and suddenly she was within the memory. Her head felt light as she watched the figure floating within the air. It was Lyra. But...she had wings, beautiful wings. Angelic wings. Others behind her as well. She watched as the angels took on the demons. At the end of the vision Evelynne stumbled back to, her breathing was quick, her eyes wide. She looked to Lyra with a loose jaw. “You...are...a...” She looked to the sword the Lyra summoned. The sword that she’d had in the vision. “An...you’re an angel...” She breathed. She stared to Lyra as she spoke that she was the first to come, a trial...that the devil didn’t play fair. Demons and angels….they were real.
“My….guardian angel?” Evelynne’s eyes were still wide. This was a lot to take in. She looked to the sword that was offered to her, she could feel her heart racing within her chest. This had to be a dream. She kept telling herself it was just a dream. She reached forward and took the sword. As she did she felt the power of the sword and her eyes glowed the beautiful white color in response to its power. She looked to Lyra and to the beautiful glowing wings behind her. She gave the sword back and the glowing dissipated from her eyes. “I...” She lowered her head slightly listening. She watched Lyra and gave a slow nod. “I understand.” She spoke.
She drew her brows together then and then looked to Lyra a long moment. She seemed to be thinking deeply. “Why me?” She asked after a very long pause. “Why would you choose me?” She lowered her eyes slightly to think.
“Why is the demon after me? He...he knows I have magic.” She looked to Lyra, concerned. “He’s drawn it from me twice now. I can’t hide it...he overpowers me...” She gave a soft sigh. The princess paced as well. Thinking. “The tombs of our old rulers are sealed. How could he have planted the body there?” She asked curiously.
There was a soft knock on the door then. Her heart thumped within her chest and she bit her lip slightly. She made her way to the door and pushed it open. “Mother...” She breathed.
“Oh sweetie, you’re alright.” She cupped her cheek and stepped into the room. “Lyra.” She smiled, her eyes looked to the dress upon the floor. The queen stood in her own evening robes. Her hair cascaded down as she looked to the bard. “Thank you.” She looked to Evelynne and then pulled her into a hug. “Don’t worry darling, we will keep you safe from the prince.” She stepped back. “Did you uncover anything?” She looked to Lyra curiously.
Evelynne bit her lip slightly. “He’s definitely dangerous.” She spoke and shuddered slightly at the thought of what may have happened if Lyra hadn’t intervened. “Lyra has a plan though.” She gave a smile.
The queen looked to Lyra, “Ah yes, that’s very good.” She stepped forward. “You know Lyra.” She spoke and watched her. “I was reading literature the other day, did you know there is an angel named after you? Apollo and Lyra Lark.” She smiled. “Perhaps you are our angel, hm?” She then turned. “I will see you two for breakfast.” She spoke as she slipped from the room.
Evelynne gave a soft smile as she moved to the edge of her bed and sat down. “Can a mortal like myself kill a demon? Or is it only an angel that can do it?” She asked her expression curious. “Since he is a demon is that why I can’t fully block his magic? Or is it simply because my magic is not strong enough?” She questioned as she looked to the bard. Evelynne shook her head then. “I’m terribly sorry, Lyra. I must be overwhelming you...this is...so much...to take in. I’ve never believed...and I do apologize for anything that I said...before...I...” She bit her lip slightly. “I never thought that angels were real...and yet...you...you are one...” Her voice sounded awe struck. She gave a smile then.
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Post by Raven on Dec 9, 2019 16:14:52 GMT -5
Lyra turned her gaze as the Queen stepped inside. It was interesting to see the woman without her normal attire and look on. She was truly just as human as anyone else. Lyra bowed her head and remained silent. Though she cracked a grin when the Queen mentioned Apollo and the Angel. “I’ve been made aware…” Lyra smirked and watched as the woman left the room. Her gaze turned back to the Princess and she lead her to her bed.
“I’ll answer your questions, as many as I can” she smiled then. “Yes, only an Angel can truly destroy a demon, with that sword you held just moments ago, and the only thing that can kill an Angel is also a demon. We are opposites of each other, designed specifically to battle each other.” She nodded then. “But… it is much more different than you think it is.” She spoke softly then. “I was not born an Angel, I was once a human. Upon my death, 200 years ago, I was gifted a second chance. Because I died a…” she paused “terrible death… I was offered this. I don the Angel like one might don a dress. While I am truly an angel, with or without my wings – I do not hold my power fully unless I summon them. Much like your tiara might. And one day, I will serve my time and be killed by a Demon… another human will be selected to become the next Lyra Lark” she nodded then. “It is a position, you can think. Our gods are the same. Each for every religion – a God exists, but like myself… was once a human. We serve our purpose to keep the world in balance, and moving.” She paused then, letting the thought of it sink in. “So, there really is no one final God. There is no set defined deities. We are just the things that keep the world moving” she nodded.
“Though once there was. The originals, but after so long they stir and go crazy, which is why they chose to place humans into their positions, and allow their eternal rest. Except… some stuck around. The Devil is an example of one who has, refuses to give up his position. His anger drives his motions and now he is lost himself. Once Satan brought forth balance of darkness, to counter light, and all was well. Now he seeks to destroy us. To do so he must gather more souls. This is why you are being chased by a demon” she spoke then and crossed her legs, her hues looking to Eve then.
“You are in a position of great power and influence, over humans. If a demon could sit along your side, he could raise havoc beyond any singular notion. The amount of souls that he could reap in a position like that…” she shook her head “it is clever, in truth. This is why I am here. We located the most powerful Kingdoms, the biggest advantage points for the demons. I am the first of my kind, but not the last. I am here to keep them from getting that advantage, you see?” she stood then.
“I will stop him, but he will not be the last. This Demon is just a fledgling amongst the more powerful….” She nodded. “We will have to fool him on the day he expects it least – the day of his wedding” she spoke. “He will be so excited to taste his victory that he will leave his secret unguarded. That will be when we must reveal the truth, infront of the masses, thousands to see his lies. That will be the moment to strike…” she nodded. “We just have to make it to that day, first. I think… I will call upon my peers for help, maybe we can find a way to shield you. I’m not nearly as powerful as others, that is for certain…” she tucked Eve in. “I will sing you a song of slumber, it will bring you sweet dreams… Resting after such a night will be dreadful”
Lyra lifted her lute – her magic did not hold back. She played a sweet song, slow and gentle, its tones rang in the room – overlapping in a series of overtones that eased the mind and soul. The music was laced with her thick magic. Usually she kept it to a minimum, as to not be over the top – over whelming. She knew know the secret was out, and for a moment she could let herself be true. She sat next to Eve and played for nearly an hour, until she knew Eve had slipped into her first deep sleep. She paused then… and stood, slipping away to her own room for the following night…
“What is the plan then?” A voice spoke as she entered her room. A man donned in red flaming armor stood. Next to him was a man in all white… War, Chronos, Fate slipped down then and appeared, Thanatos arriving in a powder of smoke seconds later, floating up from a flower vase came a green smog – transforming into a beautiful supple woman, Earth. They all stood in her room.
“Ahm… Well, you all were correct. The Demons are among us, thriving for their power. As for my Demon… he will be easy to dispatch. However, once we do this… Satan will know he has company, no doubt that he will send more. His anger will rise….” Lyra spoke and crossed her arms. “We need to act”
“Then we shall send the other angels down, spread Magic and its knowledge, give these people a weapon to defend themselves” War spoke, his voice deep and clear.
Anyone stepping by would not have heard them, the room was completely masked, as if no one was even in it… Mother Earth then cleared her voice “Yes, we need to teach these people how to use magic… Shall we release the artifacts?” she questioned as she looked to Fate.
Fate slowly nodded. “Yes, killing demons must be accessible to them… we shall indeed” she nodded.
“What do you mean?” Lyra questioned, curiously now.
“Your sword is an artifact, made of pure holy light. We shall release weapons like this, and even the magic to create it. We will release Holy Magic into the world, not just White magic… but this also means all the magics inbetween…” Fate spoke, nodding slowly.
“There is much you do not know, young Angel. But don’t worry, it will soon unravel. There is more to this world than Heaven and Hell, there is so much more…” Thanatos spoke, and then nodded. “Very well, we shall make it so.” He disappeared then.
Suddenly Lyra stood alone, but a glowing necklace rest on her table. Slowly she lifted it and peered to it – she could sense the holy magic coming off of it. There was a written note – “To protect the one you care for ~Apollo” she clasped the necklace and then turned for bed.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 9, 2019 20:27:54 GMT -5
Evelynne followed Lyra to the bed where she sat and listened to her, her eyes watched Lyra as she spoke. She took in her expressions. “That’s terrible...if you’re designed only to battle...” She shook her head slightly. “It is as my father has always said, war is an inevitable thing. No matter what we do to avoid it war always rears its head and when it does...many die. Fighting for things that truly are driven by that of the devil...” She sighed softly. The princess looked to the bard then, her eyes curious as the woman spoke that she was once human. The world never spoke of angels as being human once. Angels were much like God, or Satan. It was something that was always around. Beings placed in the positions that were immortal. Though as the bard spoke further the princess drew her brows together slightly. Even God had been a human once. The gods were there to balance out the world.
As Lyra spoke of Evelynne’s position it made more sense why a demon would take the prince’s place. It was the perfect plan really. Just as the bard spoke. The princess looked up to Lyra as she stood. “If he will not be the last what will happen when the others find out…?” She questioned, a troubled look on her face. Though as Lyra unfolded the plan she nodded, “I agree. That would be the best day, he couldn’t possibly suspect anything. Especially if I continue to do as he asks.”
The princess gave a soft sigh as she relaxed into the bed. “A song would be nice...I don’t think I can sleep...Lyra...this is all...so much...I...” She shook her head and fell quiet as Lyra had lifted her lute. “Thank you. Everything that you’ve done.” The music that Lyra played was more beautiful than any that the princess had heard. It didn’t take long for her to start to lull. She watched Lyra with a soft smile upon her lips until the moment that she slipped into a deep slumber. Her expression as peaceful as it could be.
The night passed quickly to morning. Evelynne was awakened by her handmaiden Robin. “Good morning princess.” She spoke as she drew the curtains aside to allow the light to cascade into the room. “The ball was beautiful last night. You looked as though you had a wonderful time.” She smiled as she stepped over to the wardrobe to pick something out for the princess.
Evelynne sat up slowly. “I did yes.” She replied. Her mind replayed everything. It wasn’t a dream. Or was it? Perhaps everything after the ball had truly been a dream. She furrowed her brows slightly as she stood and walked over to Robin to get dressed for the day. She was placed into a beautiful blue dress that caused her eyes to seem to glow.
“Oh shoot.” Robin muttered as she pulled the chain of the necklace around the princess’ neck. The link broke as she tried to fasten it. “I’ll take that to the jeweler and get it fixed, your highness.” She spoke as she set the broken necklace upon the table. “Here.” She brushed through her hair. Today her hair was left down in beautiful waves that reached well below her shoulder blades. Her tiara was placed on top of her head and Robin did her make-up. “Off to breakfast then.” She smiled as she stepped and grabbed the necklace. “I’ll have this finished before the jousts later. So that you can look your best.”
The princess gave a smile, “Thank you Robin.” She pulled on the black long sleeve over coat that went well with her dress. It only had ¾ sleeves and it reached down to just above her waist. It was more for looks than functionality. But it completed her look. She made her way from her room and down the hallway. Two knights followed on her tail. Her mother had kept guards outside of her room the entire night after what happened no doubt. She walked into the royal dining hall and took a seat at the table. It was early yet, Lyra hadn’t even arrived. A servant poured her a glass of tea. “Thank you.” She nodded and took the glass. She sipped on it and closed her eyes as she tried to figure out if the night before was just a dream. Lyra was an angel. The prince was a demon. The world was crawling with demons that wanted to help Satan build an army of souls to kill all of the angels. It sounded like something from a book, not something from real life. It couldn’t have been anything more than a dream. The view of the prince in his demon form came to her mind again and she shuddered slightly.
“Are you cold, princess?” A voice asked. One of the servants.
“Oh...I’m quite alright.” She gave a smile and lifted her mug, her fingertips wrapped around it. “This is just what I need.” She spoke as she looked to the plates as the servant set the table for breakfast.
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Post by Raven on Dec 11, 2019 20:31:41 GMT -5
The next morning came and Lyra woke. It almost felt as if she never fell asleep. She rose in the morning and dressed swiftly. The chaos about made her uncomfortable, on edge... it had been a long time since she had felt so out of control. Amongst the other angels, her power in full, she never felt lost, confused or uncertain. Though right now - fear manipulated her. As an Angel she wasn't scared of much. The thought of a demon killing her was actually a god-sent. She had been alive for so long, with little to no purpose, living became a dull cloud passing in the distance.
Now she had something to live for. The idea that others would be hurt, it was tangible and infront of her. She knew she couldn't swoop in and save the day, not like she wanted to. Even if every angel in the world came amongst the humans, the god of lies and evil had the upperhand.
Lyra's thoughts were all about - until finally they focused in. She held the necklace in her hand. It was a perfectly cut ruby, it glistened beautifully, sitting in a golden inlay... Had Apollo been watching her too? Why did he offer this? Though she thought for a moment, he was god of much - but known for Love itself. She blushed slightly... the one she cared about? Lyra slipped the necklace into her pocket. She could feel the little bit of power emitting from it, surely it was designed to help block that evil magic.
Lyra stepped out of her room, lute in hand, to find the Princess. She stepped by the Princess's room - to which the Maiden had stepped out at the same time. "Just missed her" the Maiden spoke, with a bundle of clothes in her hands, she then rushed away.
The Bard's steps led her away, to the next best place. The Kitchen, then office. This seem to be the route the Princess took, she was very consistent. To her surprise - both were empty... Slowly she made her way to the breakfast hall. She stepped inside and then smiled, her eyes looking to the Princess. "M'lady" Lyra bowed and stepped over. Two Guards stood at the doorway, peering to her. Lyra slipped past them and towards the Princess. "Might I have a quick word... in private?" she questioned. She stepped over to the balcony doors, waving her over.
As they stepped outside, she shut the doors behind them. In a hushed voice she spoke to the Princess. "You feeling okay?" she questioned as she held a hand up - sort of analyzing the dark magic lingering around the Princess. "Being.... what I am..." she glanced about. "I receive gifts" she whispered and then pulled the necklace out. "This will help protect you..." she spoke and then stepped forward. "Here..." she slipped to the back of the Princess and placed the necklace about her, clasping it safely. "Necklace of Apollo..." she bowed her head slightly. "He is one of the few that remains original... and often watches over me..." she chuckled. "In case you were wondering, I am not the one who fell in love with him, to his unfortunate truth. But... he seems to always watch whomever is Lyra Lark. In our case, that also means...." she hushed slightly. "us..." she turned her gaze then. "Come, lets go back inside before anyone notices"
Lyra stepped back into the room and made her way to her seat. She lifted her lute then, avoiding the gaze of the curious guards, and began to play. Though her eyes would wonder back across the room, looking to the Princess. To protect the one you care for.... She hummed softly with her music, though also in thought.
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 11, 2019 21:01:55 GMT -5
Evelynne sat with the mug in her hands. Her mind tracing over the night before. The dream, she thought. She wanted it to be a dream. She wanted everything to be just a dream. Just her imagination. Yet. It felt so real. It must be real. She sighed softly, it was fear that gripped her. Fear that seemed to fuel her hope that it was only her imagination. As the door clicked open the princess gazed to Lyra as she entered the room. “Of course...” She’d responded, her brows pulled together slightly. That wasn’t exactly the greeting that she’d imagined. Though, it was fitting...if everything she thought happened...actually happened.
The princess gazed to Lyra as she closed the door and spoke in a hushed tone. The question. The dream had been reality. Evelynne bit her lip slightly, “I...think I’m okay.” She replied her own voice soft. “It’s just...a lot...to um...take in...” She searched Lyra’s eyes. “I hoped it was only a dream...” She lowered her eyes away to gaze over the kingdom below. Evelynne brought her eyes back to Lyra as she spoke of the gift. She looked to the beautiful ruby necklace, she could feel the power that came from it, like a light in a dark room. It was calming, in a way. “Apollo?” She questioned as her fingertips grazed over the beautiful ruby. “Why would...” Though Lyra answered her question. The princess gave a small smile as Lyra spoke. Us. She thought the words in her head. A light tint of blush formed on her cheeks. Though Lyra was already ushering her back inside before she could question just what that comment meant.
The princess took her place at the breakfast table. Her eyes glanced to Lyra as she played. She lifted her mug and wrapped her fingers around it as she sipped upon her tea. What had she meant? Her fingertips ran over the beautiful necklace once again. She felt calm now. Unlike before. Before it was as though her mind was running a marathon, now, it was soothed. The doors opened and Leon stepped in. Evelynne glanced to the two empty chairs that belonged to the king and queen. Her stomach dropped. She wasn’t sure she could face the demon. Not yet. The vision of his demonic form etched into her brain as she lifted her eyes to greet him. She slowly stood from her seat as she set her mug down. “Leon.” She spoke, a smile curved up her lips. It took nearly every ounce of energy for her to perform such an action.
“Sweet Eve.” Leon stepped forward and took her hands into his. “A delight to see you this morning.” He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. “Last night was certainly one to remember.” He whispered into her ear.
Evelynne could feel the magic wash over her body, though...it did not seep in. Not like before. It seemed to linger in the air, unable to attach itself to her. Though she smiled as she looked up to him. “Yes, it certainly was.” She spoke and as the doors opened she cleared her throat slightly. “Only to be remembered between you and I, here is not the place, Leon.” She whispered to him, playing along with his game.
The king and queen took their seats at the table. The four set about chattering away. Smiles and laughter filled the room as the servants waited upon them. The princess though glanced to Lyra several times. Her fingertips grazed over the ruby. Her smile would fade slightly from her deep thought, though once someone demanded her attention she would be sucked right back into the conversation.
“So the jousts today.” Leon spoke, “Might I use one of the knights noble steeds?” He grinned. “I’d like to show my future queen that I am not only a man of words, but also of action.”
Ezra watched Leon a moment and then gave a nod. “Of course. I can get you one of the best. Our armorer can fit you in a suit and by this afternoon you’ll be ready to compete. If that is what you’d like.”
Leon smiled, his hand clasped over Evelynne’s. “Only if I receive the favor of the fair princess.” He looked to her, another flood of dark magic swirled around the princess.
Evelynne only gave a smile, “Why wouldn’t you receive my favor?” She asked and then withdrew her hand. “I’d be delighted to see you compete.” She spoke and then looked to her father to give a nod.
Soon enough breakfast came to a conclusion and the princess stood. She glanced to Lyra again her eyes lingered on the bard a long moment before she turned and walked from the room, her arm wrapped around Leon’s. She went to the armorer with him and aided the blacksmith in adjusting the straps. Leon kept her close today. Much closer than he had any other day before. She was at his side up until the point that a knight came and stated that the princess was needed elsewhere for royal business. “I’ll see you soon Leon.” She spoke as she kissed his cheek and slipped away from him.
The princess walked away quickly, she never glanced back to the prince as she made her way through the castle. The guard spoke that she was being summoned to her study. She hurried along, her heels clicked against the flooring, echoing off of the stone walls. The princess came to her study where she stepped inside and glanced around. She drew her brows together slightly and made her way to her desk where she sat down and let out a heavy sigh. She was exhausted. The necklace was helping to fend off the dark magic, but she too was putting her own magic into stopping it. Her mind and body felt as though it had been sprinting all morning.
She leaned forward and held her hands to her head as she let out a shuddering breath. Her head ached as she fought to make sense of everything. The bomb of Lyra being an angel being dropped. The demons. Satan. Everything. Everything was happening so quickly. With that, she still had her responsibilities as princess at hand. She still had to put on her smile and play the part. She couldn’t act any different even though she knew she was sucked up next to a demon that was hellbent on ending the world as she knew it. Evelynne closed her eyes and a tear rolled down her cheek and dropped onto the desk before her. Never in her life had she felt as though the world was crashing in upon her. Though, now, that was exactly how she felt.
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Post by Raven on Dec 11, 2019 21:44:34 GMT -5
When breakfast was over - her hues watched as the Princess was whisked away. As she stood - the King and Queen waved her over. She followed them until they came upon the Royal Office once more. "Take a seat" The King spoke, pointing to the couch before the desk.
Lyra sat and crossed her legs, her lute pulled to the side. "Yes my King?" she questioned curiously.
"Ezra has told me of yesterday..." he spoke and cleared his throat. "You have a plan?" he questioned.
"Well..." she shifted slightly. "What we know of Demons is that - if they take the figure of a human, they must actually... take the body. The Prince's body is stored, and the Demon take's the body's figure... In order to continue to use the figure - the body must be preserved, and the soul must be with the Demon..." she paused to let that sink in.
"Last night I was able to extract a vision from him... he is keeping the body in your Royal Grave-House." she looked to the King - whos brows were pulled tightly. "No doubt to ensure that he has visibility on it..." she shuffled. "I imagine it is heavily enchanted, he will know if we enter, and access the tomb"
"So, the body is here?" The Queen questioned. "How did he manage to get inside, it is locked"
"He is not bound by physical things" She shook her head. "He plays by the rules because he doesn't want to be outed prematurely. No doubt once he is King - he will have his way" she crossed her arms then.
"On the day of his Wedding - will be the moment to strike. Simply bring forth the body of the Prince... The Demon will have a moment to choose. Attack everything and be killed, simply by numbers, or release the soul back and slink back to hell... but I am certain we would see him return" Lyra sighed softly.
"But the Kingdom would be intact, in the right hands..." The Queen spoke softly. She paced then. "We don't have much of a choice..." she spoke.
"Yes..." Lyra stood then and thought for a second. "I wont be able to do it, I will be playing music, surely. We will need to arrange for someone to retrieve the body..."
"I will find the proper person..." The Queen nodded. "We will talk again, off you go" she ushered the Bard out of the room.
The rest of the day went on quietly. Lyra found herself wishing she could be near the Princess, for fear of her safety. But she had no real choice, she had to play her part - or risk outing herself. It was later in the evening that the Queen had returned to her, telling her she was being summoned in the Study.
Lyra had made her way to the study. As she entered - the Princess sat at the desk. Her gaze turned back to the Queen - who nodded for her to enter, and left them to their peace. Lyra stepped over slowly and sat down across from the Princess.
"Are you crying?" she whispered and the reached forward to the droplet on the table. Lyra smiled softly and then reached for the Princess's hand. "Does anyone ever ask what is on your mind?" she questioned, with soft eyes. "Tell me what bothers you" she looked to Eve then...
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 11, 2019 22:06:40 GMT -5
The door had opened so quietly that the princess had remained with her head down within her hands. When she heard Lyra’s voice she sucked in a sharp breath. She brushed her cheeks and lifted her eyes. “L-Lyra.” She choked out as she looked to the bard. She looked to Lyra’s hand that was upon hers, a soft smile curved up her own lips. “No. No one really ever asks me that question.” She gave a soft laugh, as if it was a trivial question that didn’t matter. She brushed another tear away with her other hand as her eyes stayed upon Lyra’s hand. It was warm like the heat from a fireplace that melted the icy chill of a winter day from one’s skin.
Evelynne after several moments lived her eyes. “You’re an angel.” She breathed. “That’s the only reason you’re asking. Isn’t it?” She had a soft, almost hurt smile upon her lips. “This. It...it just...It’s so much to take in, Lyra...you must understand.” She glanced to their hands again, she turned her hand so that her palm was against Lyra’s and then she curled her fingertips to gently hold Lyra’s hand. She let out a shaken breath. “So many things could go wrong.” She spoke as she lifted her eyes to meet Lyra again. “I...I’m supposed to lead this kingdom in a few days and...I don’t even know the man that I am to marry.” She had a painful smile upon her face. “How am I supposed to trust the one that I am to lead with if...the only thing I will ever be able to think of is the face of that demon? I can’t stop seeing it. Every time he’s kissed me today...I must fight myself not to run.” The princess lowered her eyes again, her body shook slightly as she held back the tears. She held Lyra’s hand a bit more tightly now. “I...trust you Lyra.” She whispered then. “I feel safe around you.” Her voice was barely audible. She lifted her other hand to trace the ruby around her neck. “This...has helped me...” She lifted her eyes again. “I cannot imagine how ill I would have become by now if it wasn’t for this. He hasn’t stopped. Each time he speaks to me I can feel it.” She bit her lip slightly. The princess finally withdrew her hand as she slowly stood. She walked to the balcony and glanced outside.
“What am I to do...Lyra?” She questioned. “I...can’t do this...” She shook her head. “This isn’t what my life was supposed to be.” She looked to Lyra again as she brushed another tear away. Her make-up had smeared slightly from the tears. “I...was supposed to be courted by royals from around the kingdom, and from other kingdoms….and I was to be swept off my feet by some handsome prince charming.” She gave a weak laugh. “But instead, my father was forced into an agreement which I wonder….if it was fueled by the devil himself.” Her voice was a bit more harsh with this statement. “If he wanted control over this kingdom...why wouldn’t he pose such a task to his demons?” She shook her head and gave a soft sigh. “What if showing the demon the body doesn’t work…? I...I can’t marry that...thing...” She shuddered slightly. “I don’t even know if I can marry the man that has been hidden away...” She whispered softly before her eyes lifted to look to Lyra. “H-How did you handle everything…? How do you remain so calm Lyra?”
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Post by Raven on Dec 11, 2019 22:45:05 GMT -5
Lyra tilted her head - she didn't say anything as the Princess spoke. She allowed her to get it all off of her chest. Her soft eyes looked to the woman as she spoke - and they paced to the balcony... "Hm..." she looked out to the beautiful Kingdom below...
"In the beginning..." she spoke with a soft voice, her eyes looking to the sun that began to sun in the distance. "In the beginning I was terrified. Everything I thought I knew came crashing down. I didn't believe in Gods, in Angels. I thought it was all a hoax to brain wash people" she chuckled. "Then I was thrown in the middle of it all, expected to perform some duty, some role..." she shook her head. "I learned swiftly that there isn't much difference between Gods, Demons, Satan himself..." she sighed softly.
"After a few years I lost my drive..." she turned her gaze to her. "Imprisoned to my duty" she turned then and leaned against the railing. "I am calm because that feeling inside of me has been gone for so long" she chuckled. "For the first time - in a long time - I woke up with worry and doubt on my mind. That dark pit in my stomach... not for the Kingdom, not for this demon, but for you" she looked to the Princess then.
"No doubt you have been placed in the center of all this chaos... And I wish you were the only one, but others will face the pain and hell of the demons...." she sighed softly. "Don't be calm, don't be like me. Grasp onto that thing that makes you alive..." she reached forward and placed a hand on her arm, and then she stepped closer. Her arms reached around and she hugged her gently. "It's not fair... it's true" she whispered. "None of this was supposed to happen, it was not in your plans..." she held for a long moment, and then pulled away, stepping back for a moment.
"You'll make it through, I know it..." she smiled then. "I promise to make it right" and then she looked back out to the Kingdom. "And if you're done, then we'll just go" she turned back then with a bright smile. "I am an Angel, you know. We can do whatever we want, what's all this in the big scheme of things? There's an entire world out there to see" she grasped the rails and let the wind push over her.
"It's not easy" she spoke after a moment, her voice gentle. The soft sounds of her tones wafting around them. "It's okay."
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 11, 2019 23:27:11 GMT -5
Evelynne looked to Lyra as she spoke. Her eyes soft. She brushed a few tears away. She even let out a soft chuckle when Lyra mentioned that she too didn’t believe in angels or demons. “And I thought I was the only one...” She had a soft smile that danced about her lips. As she listened to her, she calmed. Her tears stopped flowing from her eyes and she merely leaned against the balcony. Her eyes would move to the city, following Lyra’s gaze, and then her ocean blue hues would fall back upon the woman that stood next to her. Lyra’s story was sad. To be trapped in a position. To lose feeling and hope, in a way it was tragic to hear that an angel felt like that. Then when the words came over Lyra’s lips that she was worried when she woke...and the thing that she was worried about was the princess. Evelynne raised her brows slightly. Though she let Lyra continue.
She lowered her eyes slightly as she listened. When Lyra touched her arm she looked to her once again, her eyes curious. The embrace was something that Evelynne wanted more than anything. She wrapped her arms around the angel and sucked in a shaken breath, her face buried into Lyra’s hair as she closed her eyes.
When the embrace was over Evelynne watched as Lyra smiled to her, offering her freedom. Offering her to see the world, to escape this nightmare. She gave a soft laugh. “Lyra, I can’t run away.” She whispered softly. “As much as I want to, I can’t do that. My kingdom needs me, now more than ever as the devil sits upon our doorstep. He wants me to run away.” She searched Lyra’s eyes. She then gave a weak smile. “Why...Lyra...why do you worry for me? Why worry for me and not the kingdom. Not the...world around us that will fall into the hands of the demons and ultimately the darkness that he hands out like candy.” She searched Lyra’s eyes a long moment. She reached forward and her fingertips curled around Lyra’s hand. Her eyes looked to the angel’s hand a long moment. “I can’t be your only focus.” She whispered softly, her eyes lifted to Lyra. “There’s more to this world than an easily lost human.”
Evelynne released her hand then before she turned to the balcony. “Human lives are incredibly fragile, I know that you know this, Lyra.” She took in a breath and let it out slowly. “Fighting for the life of one human. Worrying about one human?” She gave a smile and glanced to Lyra. “I...wish it wasn’t a losing battle.” She bit her lip slightly then. “I wish...things could be different...that I could be stronger. But when I stare into the eyes of that demon I know that he could kill me with the flick of his wrist. I can feel his power and I sense it even more the longer I am at his side. Almost as if he is bragging that he has his claws dug into me so deep that I cannot back away.” The princess drew in a breath, her brows quivered slightly. She was fearful. It was evident on her expression. “I can only pray that you are right about everything...” She whispered just as the door to the study pushed open. The princess turned her eyes to see the prince walking in.
Leon wore a suit of polished armor that clanked with each step he took. He grinned as he walked over to the two. “My sweet Evelynne.” He bowed and offered his hand forward. “I shall as of your favor at the beginning of my joust.” He took her hand into his and kissed the back of it. His eyes looked to Lyra a long moment, almost as if he was scouring her soul. “Bard.” He spoke and forced a smile. “Perhaps you shall play a festive jig upon my victory?” He asked and then laughed with a smile. “Come, Evelynne.” He nodded.
The princess glanced to Lyra a moment before she took to Leon’s side as she was ordered. She glanced over her shoulder to the bard as they exited the room. “It shall be a night to remember, Leon.” She spoke with a soft smile.
Leon smirked to her, “That it shall. I will show you.” He led her through the castle and into the city toward the arena. “Funny.” He remarked. “How that bard always seems to be hanging around you. It is odd to me.” He spoke as he turned to her as they stood next to his horse.
The princess looked up to Leon. “My family treats our servants much more differently than your kingdom, I can assure you of that. Good luck, Leon.” She gave a forced smile.
Leon placed his hand upon her cheek, “It isn’t luck that I’ll be needing.” He grinned before he kissed her. A thick cloud of magic wrapped around her.
Evelynne stumbled slightly, her breath trembled as she watched him climb upon his horse and ride away into the arena. She placed her hand against the wooden post and closed her eyes. How could she keep fighting this? Even with the help of the necklace, she was no match against a demon. When she regained her bearings the princess found her way to the sideline of the arena where the three thrones were placed. She sat upon her throne and let out a long breath. Exhaustion gripped tightly upon her. Soon enough Leon was announced. She stood and made her way to the edge of the fence where she held up her favor, a beautiful ribbon with the kingdom’s colors upon it. The prince grinned to her as he made her reach as high as she could to place it upon the end of his javelin.
The crowd cheered wildly as they watched the scene play out. The princess then returned to her seat where she shook off a bit of the dark magic that clouded her. She held the ruby around her neck and closed her eyes. As the thundering of hooves sounded she opened her eyes once again to watch the joust. She watched as The prince landed a hard hit on his opponent. Round after round he knocked knights from the backs of their horses into the dirt. She clapped, but she did not cheer like the rest of the crowd. She couldn’t cheer for a demon. She didn’t have the energy to do so. In the final round she watched as the two collided, the javelin of Leon’s opponent shattered against his chest. The princess stood as she watched both of the knights dismounted from their steeds. The crowd went wild.
Evelynne took a step forward, her hands upon the wooden rails of the arena as she watched the two stagger to their feet and draw their swords. In a flash of metal they began to duel. She watched as they fought artfully as if within a dance. The princess winced as she saw sword catch against the body of the opponent. Though, they kept going. This would truly be a joust to remember. It wasn’t until the prince’s opponent fell to his knees that Leon held his sword tip toward the man. He could have killed him. Yet he did not. She’d expected a demon to kill. But he held back. Her brows drew together as the crowd rallied in cheers for their future king. He came to the sideline and smiled up to the princess. “I told you I’d win, princess.” He offered her his hand. “Come, celebrate.” He walked her around and to the center of the arena. The prince grinned as the quartermaster brought his trophy. “You’ll carry it, Eve.” He spoke with a smile as he kissed her cheek. They appeared to be the perfect couple. The princess smiled, she held the trophy. Everyone cheered them as they exited the center of the arena.
This is how much of the week went. The princess would console in Lyra in the early morning hours before breakfast...or late in the evening. She was terrified of the demon, and yet she was strong enough to keep going. She thought of her kingdom. She thought of her mother and father. The morning of the wedding the princess stood before her mirror. Her handmaiden had gotten her up early that morning to ensure everything was perfect. She wore a gorgeous white wedding gown that accented her features perfectly. Within her hands she held a bouquet of flowers. “You look lovely, princess.” Robin spoke with a smile. “Soon to be queen.” She bowed her head.
Soon enough. Evelynne took the steady slow steps down the aisle. Her arm looped into her father’s arm. She took in shaken breaths. This was the moment. Her heart pounded within her chest. Her stomach felt as though she’d eaten a pound of rocks. She gazed to the prince whom stood upon the stage, a triumphant smirk upon his lips. She soon found herself holding his hands as he gazed into her eyes. The bishop spoke of their vows. All she could think about was the demon beneath the mask. She could see the horns...the scaly skin. Just like in her dream. Exactly like her dream. How?
“Evelynne.” Leon spoke, his brows raised. “Did you hear the bishop?”
The princess blinked slowly as she turned her eyes to the man. “Bishop.” She spoke, her attention on him now.
“Princess Evelynne, would you read your vows please?” The bishop questioned.
Evelynne took in a breath. “Of...of course bishop.” She then looked back to Leon. Where was this person that was supposed to bail her out? Fear began to overwhelm her. She closed her eyes. The world was spinning around her. “I...” She choked out. “I...” Her face was pale as she tried to get the words to come over her lips.
“Princess?” Leon questioned softly.
The princess opened her eyes as she looked up to him, she forced a smile upon her lips. “I Evelynne. Take you Leon. In sickness...and in health...” She glanced to Lyra. Her eyes filled with fear and sadness. “I...” She bit her lip slightly as she looked back to Leon, she could see the irritation in his eyes. “I will be at your side through every hoop...every stumble...” She sucked in a breath. “Until my last breath. Until death do us part.”
The bishop smiled as his eyes moved to Leon. “And you Prince Leon?” He questioned.
The prince grinned as he rubbed the back of the princess’ hands. “I Leon. Take you Evelynne.” His eyes moved then to the doors as they pushed open.
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Post by Raven on Dec 12, 2019 20:18:24 GMT -5
Lyra lowered her gaze to the Prince as he split them apart. It was not much longer that the festivities were among them. As the Royal Family made their way - glorious music rang over the ears of the people. When they finally sat, then the music shifted, an introduction to the jousters. It was not as powerful, but yet still rewarding. Lyra lowered her hand, the music fading away as the first match began.
With each passing match Lyra could sense it. As the Prince got closer - a flash of dark magic, he would win with certainty. It was a questionable feat, which none brought forward. How a prince could defeat 12 glorious knights, who spent their entire lives jousting and training. Yet the Prince's own training could hardly scratch the surface of this. With each win the trumpets would sound, until finally the trophy was brought forward. She played, but she didn't lose herself in it. She didn't want to, for the first time in a long time, yet she drew a smile and the brass blared.
It was this way for the following week. She stopped speaking to the Prince, and often hid from him. He went from questioning her to forgetting she existed, exactly as she needed it. Day by day she had made herself more familiar with the grave yard home. She sensed his magic traps, and had began to slowly unlock them.
"This is it?" Death spoke, standing before the Grave-Home. They had not entered yet.
"Yes... Tomorrow - all you have to do is retrieve the body and walk it up stage" She spoke, glancing to him.
"Who should I embody?" he questioned.
"A servant will do... once the body is there, we will proceed..." she nodded. "I can't unlock the last sensor trap, but-"
"I can handle it..." Thanatos spoke and then grinned. He pulled his hood over his skull and then vanished into smoke...
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The following morning went exactly as planned. Lyra sat off to the side, she lifted her lute and a beautiful Orchestra played - Here comes the Bride. The Princess made her way to the Prince... and then she settled into a very soft layer of sound, not even quite music.
Thanatos stood before the Grave Home and then opened the first door. He stepped inside and glanced around briefly - it was beautifully decorated. He admired the vases, full of gold, the swords and shields. There were several decorated caskets on tiers, and then shelves of large urns. He stepped forward - his hand lifted upward as he search the room, his magic surveying the area. He paused - a red line appeared, like a thin string. He motioned his hand it was cut... then he moved to the lowest casket. He pushed the lid away and peered to the body.
A young man rest - his chest lifting and dropping, he was alive, but... gone. He wore a handsome suit with golden lines and trim. This was the Prince no doubt. "I've never seen a soulless body..." Thanatos whispered "Not one who's heart beats... what magic this is" he reached down then and lifted the man.
Thanatos then transformed - his skull and bone body appeared to be that of a servant, wearing a black and white servant tux. He carried the man out of the Graveyard.
I Leon... Take you Evelynne
The music paused then. Dead silence filled the room as the doors opened. A Servant stepped forward with the Prince's body in his arms. The entire room suddenly gasped - slowly the Servant stepped forward.
"What is the meaning of this??!" Leon shouted, his hand grasping Eve's shoulder now.
As the servant stepped forward - his appearance began to shift. His skeleton hands showing, his hood hovering over his head. He shook his head and the hood fell, revealing a bright white skull. "You have tried to deceive me..." Thanatos spoke, his voice deep and shaking. The people stood then - gathering to the sides of the room, as it trying to escape Thanatos.
"Your kind should not be here, meddling in these affairs..." Thanatos turned the body so that it stood - his hand hoisting the lifeless shell easily. He reached forward with a boney hand and then his fingers curled inwards, squeezing the air.
Suddenly a glowing white web appeared in the middle of the air, and then shot into the shell. In an instant the Leon before the crowd - that held onto Eve, was a scaley black demon. Thanatos looked to the now living Prince, and then vanished into thin air.
"Eve!" The true Prince stepped forward. He pulled a golden dagger from the holster about his hip - and thrust it forward into the Demon. The demon grasped the Prince and then cried out. A burst of Ashes fell to the ground, and the dagger clattered. It had an etching across it, an artifact...
Leon turned and heaved - his eyes looking to the Princess. "I saw... everything" he whispered. "What he did to you, and I couldn't do anything about it..." he shook his eyes. He lifted a hand and cupped his cheek. "I am so... sorry" his voice was different, a little softer than the Demon's was... his eyes were gentle, and his aura was true. "I Leon... Take you Evelynne, to be my ever-lasting Queen, in sickness... and in health. The Gods - they watch over us, and I promise to protect you, for as long as I live..." he spoke and then and his eyes searched his. "Should you choose this, then..." he glanced to the Bishop.
"You may kiss your Groom" The Bishop nodded, awaiting the Princess to make the final choice.
The King and Queen's mouths had dropped in the midst of it all, no one knew what to expect, truthfully...
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Post by Blindside Tex on Dec 12, 2019 20:48:59 GMT -5
As the doors were thrown open Evelynne winced as the prince’s hand went to her shoulder and he gripped her before she could manage to pull away from him. As Thanatos revealed himself her eyes opened wide, a pit formed in her stomach. She grit her teeth as she could feel his thick claw like nails dig into her shoulder. She let out a cry as the true prince rushed forward with a dagger. To the princess’ surprise the demon burst into ashes. She stood still as a statue, her breaths trembled as she stared to Leon before her. His words seemed to echo in her mind like a dream as she searched his eyes. He’d seen everything. Trapped by that demon. What torture it must have been. Though her mind circled back to Lyra. The angel spoke that only angel’s could kill demons. Was this man before her another angel placed by the gods?
He promised to protect her. That was more than the demon had ever promised her. His words sounded true, not artfully put together. He didn’t seem to be performing an act upon the stage like the demon that had embodied him. She drew in a breath as she felt the prince shakily take her hands into his. Her eyes gazed to their hands, even his hands were warmer, more human. She glanced to the bishop as he spoke. Everything rest upon her shoulders in that moment. It felt like an eternity as she stared back to the prince. His soft eyes. He looked as though he were standing on the edge of a cliff, awaiting her response so eagerly. Even the king and queen looked to be at the edges of their seats. The room had fallen into utter silence. The members of the audience that had rushed to the edges of the room slowly crept back to their seats as all eyes fell upon the two.
Evelynne lowered her eyes to their hands once more. “The rings, Bishop.” She spoke, her voice seemed to echo throughout the room. “I cannot kiss my groom without our rings in place.” She brought her eyes back to Leon whom had a smile upon his lips, relief it seemed. He seemed worried that she would turn him away after what had been done to her by the demon. In all honesty, she wanted to. But, she had a duty. She had a place within the kingdom. She had responsibility to her people as well as the people of his kingdom.
“Of course, princess.” The bishop spoke after a long moment, he nodded to the ring bearer whom approached with the pillow that held the beautiful rings upon it. Blue and silver rings.
The prince shakily took her ring from the pillow and he held her hand gingerly as he slipped it upon her finger. Evelynne smiled to him as she took his ring from the pillow and followed suite. She then took a step forward, her hand lifted and cupped his cheek as she leaned up to kiss him. The prince leaned forward into the kiss and with that the crowd erupted into a roar of cheers. The prince grinned and scooped the princess into his arms as they traveled down the aisle. Flowers were tossed over the two. Evelynne giggled as she leaned against him. This. This is what she’d imagined.
The two were taken into the carriage that would drive them to the castle where the final ball of the festival would be held. Leon helped Evelynne from the carriage his eyes searched hers. “I...have to admit, I was afraid that you would turn me away.” He spoke as they walked into the castle. “I wouldn’t blame you...though...I do promise that I am nothing like that creature and...with the gods on our side, surly we will be able to fend the beasts off.” He smiled to her.
The princess gave a smile back to him and then a soft chuckle. “I wanted to turn you away, Leon, but it was not you. It is not you whom I grew fearful of.” She lowered her eyes and bit her lip slightly. “The gods may be on our side. But I do fear that this is merely the beginning.” She turned to him as they stood in the center of the empty ballroom. “I trust that you will not falter. You are right, you are nothing like that beast. I can feel it.” She turned then.
Leon followed her with a soft smile about his lips. “There is one thing, Evelynne.” He spoke as he took her hand and turned her back to him. “I must ask...” He drew his brows together slightly. “Your bard...” He paused a long moment. “Might I thank her? She seemed to protect you in every way possible. Above the calling of a bard.” He nodded. “She may well be the reason that this was at all possible.” He kissed her cheek then and blushed slightly.
Evelynne smiled as she looked up to him. “She is the reason that I am alive and not under the dark spell that the demon wished to place upon me. Without Lyra, everything would have been completely different. You, Leon...you would still be trapped and our kingdoms as we know them would soon perish to the hands of the demons.” She turned her eyes to the door as it pushed open.
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