Patron 17
Chapter 385(by Nefret)
Mozenrath looked at Aladdin with a slightly bemused face as the young man tried to decide what to do… bow? Salute? Handshake? Slap in the face?….
“Er.. Congratulations are in order… for you victory.” Aladdin managed a smile that seemed to calm him a bit. “It was a great battle, and you defended your own like a true king.” Aladdin’s eyes gleamed in that way they always did when he was confronted with an old enemy. “I am surprised you didn’t throw it all to the wolves and saved your yellow behind.”
Mozenrath sat back in his chair, his face only slightly sour. “Obviously you’re making a joke.” The new king said in such a way that no one would argue. Even if it hadn’t meant to be a joke, it was now!
Aladdin
sighed and let him have his way, just this one time. “Yeah, haha.”
A moment passed when all was still, and then Mozenrath jumped up from his
throne and strolled to the door with a smile on his face. “Come along old
buddy, old pal, and see my new kingdom. Already it rivals even Agrabah.
Damnation! It even rivals
The walked along the hall and out onto a balcony. Below them the enameled houses glowed brightly, even under the darkish skies. People were dancing in the streets, and noise and confetti reigned openly. The crowd lifted the soldiers unto their shoulders and for a moment they were like gods. One citizen turned around to see Mozenrath on the balcony. With his one excited cry a chant went up. “Hail to the king, the victorious king!”
Mozenrath smiled, closed his eyes, and breathed deeply. He loved it all so much. He’d once been unloved by even the lowest of the low, now he had the love of his people, the love of his queen, and the love of his mistress.
Aladdin gave rueful sigh, but he had to admit it. “You really do have a following Moze.” He smiled slightly and leaned against the balcony rail. “Soon this little wide spot in the road may become something. Exporting maybe….”
“Already
happening my boy!” Mozenrath turned on his heels and walked briskly down the
hall. “
“Oh
He was cut off as Mozenrath began walking again and shook the problem away with a wave of his hand. “No problem there. Nefret is no longer a slave. I didn’t… er… need her in that capacity anymore.”
Aladdin
expected that. Clearing his throat. “Yes, I see you have all the servants you
need now. Nef isn’t much use. You always did say she was a cursed nuisance.
Maybe it’s time she goes home. That would certainly gain
Mozenrath
gave a growl that shut Al up. The sorcerer could tell what the young man
ultimately wanted. “I have all the favor from
“After all you did to her, how could want to stay? You must be holding her back…” He broke off and thought for a moment, the clouds lifting from his eyes. “Or else..”
In that moment Mozenrath almost felt sorry for Aladdin. He spoke softly, but firmly. “You could never make Nefret you legitimate lover. I could. I have.” He added, turning away.
Aladdin face reddened in anger. “If I was a foolish man I’d say she stayed because she loved you.” Then he bowed with not a scrap of respect and left.
****
Chroias looked in the mirror, contemplating for a moment and then looking up in the reflection, to the image of Nefret, who stood behind her, brushing her emerald tresses to a glossy shine. Looking at her Chroias hummed, she was halfway mad at the girl for having the audacity to go to Mozenrath’s bed while she was still in the hands of the enemy. But the demon would not say anything, she only sat in silence as Nefret brushed her hair and went to find Chroias her most comfortable nightgown. She’d been tending to the demon since she’d gotten home, bandaging wounds that didn’t even really need tended and bringing her food.
They had mostly been silent, but finally Nefret broke the quiet. Slipping the robe onto Chroias shoulders she caught the demons eyes in the mirror and said, “I’m glad your home, Roias. In the hours when I didn’t know if you were alright, if you were alive, nothing else mattered.”
The demon nonchalantly straightened her robe. “Were you among the party of women that made the final attack on the camp?”
Nefret bucked at the comment, stepping back. “No… I would have been. But I was injured. Mozenrath kept me out of battle by taking my armor.”
Chroias cracked a wicked smile. “Seems you had your own way of keeping him out of battle.” She regretted it. But for a moment, oh just one moment Chroias had a horrible thought. The betrayal of a friend. How easy and convenient it would have been for Nefret to try to take her place while she was gone, or even make it so she didn’t return. No no it wasn’t true, couldn’t be true! Chroias closed her eyes, hurting as much as Nefret after the comment.
“If I did, it would only be to save him! You don’t know what I lost to that stupid battle, that stupid pointless war!” Nefret, in a fit of rage, hurled the hairbrush on the ground.
“That stupid war was for my child’s happiness.” Chroias whispered softly, not wanting to say it, but having to.
“And my child will never know happiness.” Nefret whispered so low the words ran together.
“Nefret?” Chroias asked, turning around, not sure if she heard right. The look on the girls face made Chroias heart clench. The pain and confusion was evident. “Oh Neffie.” She got up and hugged her. “Everything is so different now, completely different. It was so much easier the other way around. When we all knew what we were, and were we belonged, and there were far less of us. So much easier, and better, and safer.”
Nefret pulled away. “We’ve changed, and we can’t go back. We can’t ever go back.”
Chroias felt helpless, standing there feet away from Nefret. She had tried to keep it from happening but there was a rift between them now. “Do you really want to go back?”
Nefret looked at her blankly for a moment but never got chance to reply before Mozenrath swept happily into the room.
Dameon wrapped his long, pale arms around Zakurums neck and pulled the half demon down for a prolonged kiss. A few of the maids who had been preparing the room giggled, but politely left the two alone. "It worked! Your father is absolutely brilliant!!" His blue eyes shone in the candlelight and Zak felt his heart thump in his chest.
"I’m happy for you…"He replied shortly and ran his hand up the curve of Dameon’s neck.
Dameon noticed and looked his lover square in the eyes. "What’s wrong?"
"Are you sure you won’t miss ruling? You could have had a kingdom of your very own…"
Dameon shook his head firmly in a no. "Please Zak, think more of me than that. I knew from the time I was a child that I wasn’t meant to sit directly on a throne. Besides, being royalty would mean alliance marriages and such. That would create a definite dam in my love life." He hummed and trailed a silky finger down Zak’s back. "I’d rather be consort to the throne. Able to lend advice, help in a crisis, and a comfort after a long day at the office." Dameon pulled Zakurum towards the bed, a sly grin on his still feminine face. "Now…what do you say we get started on an heir?"
~~~~~
Mozenrath walked into the room, expecting to find his two loves just as radiant as ever. He was to be sorely disappointed. Nefret’s sweet face was contorted in emotional pain, and Chroias was a mixture of frustration and concern. "What happened?" He caught the sight of blood on Nefret’s hands and went directly to her side. "What’s wrong? DID someone attempt assassination?"
Nefret’s laugh was forced. "No. I was just bandaging your Queen’s wounds." Chroias winced but Nefret pretended not to notice. "After all, it’s only my proper place isn’t it. I’m only a consort."
"Neffie…" Chroias tried to apologies.
"No…I understand completely!" Nefret struggled to maintain composure on her pretty face. "It’s all fine and dandy when I was just a friend and no competition! It was great when I helped destroy Destain! But now that I’ve given him badly needed comfort when he was worried sick about you there’s a problem!" Chroias reached out to make amends but Nefret turned and ran from the room.
Mozenrath was too shocked to say anything at first. "What…Roi…what’s wrong with her? Did you say something…did I say something?"
"No. Moze it was nothing you did…intentionally." Chroias sat down, weakened momentarily. "You remember when Nefret was brought in wounded…"
Mozenrath nodded. "She was hurt pretty bad. Lacerations everywhere, and she kept complaining of a pain in her gut."
Chroias nodded and bit her bottom lip. "Well…the pain…in her stomach…I don’t think it was from an external wound."
Mozenrath radiated confusion, then realization, lastly horror. "No…no. Oh Allah." His heart felt pummeled in seconds. "She…she was with child!?!? My child!"
"I think so." Chroias ran a hand through her hair.
"I let her go into battle! I allowed a pregnant woman on the battlefield!" Mozenrath felt guilt consuming him.
"You couldn’t have known. I don’t think even she knew until she had a misbirth." Chroias argued for him. "And she didn’t run crying just because of that. It was my fault to." Mozenrath looked at her confused. "I let the little green eyes monster get to me. While I was captured, Nefret came to your bed, in lue of having me there." A shamed blush covered her pale cheeks. "I know I said I wouldn’t be jealous, and I’m not…but I am…"
Mozenrath shook his head angrily. "No. I…was worried. When she showed up at my door, naked, holding her arms out in comfort…I didn’t think to…"
Chroias muffled a groan. "Why can things never be at peace here!" she yelled out loud. "I’m going to talk with her."
"Damn right you are." For once, Chroias felt she deserved chastiseation and took Mozenrath’s words with the grain of salt intended. "I love BOTH of you. Not one more than the other, nor one less. Both. But I have no words when it comes to explaining that. Alberich has agreed to come to a treaty counseling and Aladdin will be there as well. I’ll speak with Nefret when I can do so without making her add my problems onto her own."
Chapter 387 (by Nefret)
Chroias looked around the living quarters of the Citadel, no Nefret. Even a search of the kitchen and pantry turned up nothing. Inquiry from the servants was also useless, they never gave away information.
The member of court were mobilizing to head to the throne room to hear the peace treaty. Among them were Zak and Dameon (of course) and Tristram, Apepe lagging slightly behind her. The young man was known to dislike the formal matters of government, but enjoyed the spoils of it. He was still immature in many ways, but he loved Tristram deeply so Chroias and Moze made allowances for him.
Smiling sweetly Chroias caught Apepe’s arm. “Just the man I was looking for!” Chroias lied, it had only just occurred to her that if Nefret was missing the person sure to know her whereabouts (besides her and Moze) was her brother.
“Hello, your magist…. Mother.” He corrected himself, for Chroias had asked him to call her that, mostly as a joke.
“Good evening, Peppy. Where has your sister gone?” She came straight to the point.
“You don’t know where she is?” Chroias shook her head and Apepe thought for a moment, suddenly a flustered look came over his face and he shifted his weight back and forth. He never could keep a good poker face, at least not around Chroias.
“Tell me or I’ll thrash you!” She said in a stern voice. She was only joking, of course. Really!
“Well er… I.” He sputtered until Chroias shook his arm a bit. “I wasn’t going to say anything, because some people could interpret it the wrong way.” He stopped to look the demon before going on. “The past few days I’ve noticed Nef goes to the home of a man in town.”
Chroias bolted only a little bit. It must be admitted that statement usually only lead to one conclusion, but she somehow doubted that. “Oh?”
Apepe was quick to speak this time. “No no, don’t get me wrong. The man is a horrible man. He’s from the house of death… smells horrible, has death all over him. No Egyptian will go near him… Well except for Nefret, and I don’t know why she even bothers to lay her eyes on him, she’s so much higher than him and all…”
Chroias released the boy before he could go any further. “Thank you Apepe. You can go to the council now.”
Apepe bit his lip but gave a little bow and sprinted off.
“What was that about?” Trist asked. Apepe only shrugged as they entered the throne room. Already Mozenrath, Aladdin and Alberich were engaged, in what seemed like, good-hearted banter.
“Well, everyone’s here. I guess we can start!” Moze got out a piece of paper. “Now if you could just sign here and this matter will all be resolved.” The former sorcerer pushed the contract across the table.
Alberich laughed and Aladdin cocked an eyebrow. “It is evident you haven’t been a king very long. This is NOT how it is done, my friend.” He added with a gleaming smile. “First, let me see here.” He picked up the paper and glanced though it. “Ah just as I thought! This all benefits you! We must come up with some previsions that are equally beneficial.”
Mozenrath grumbled but got out a clean sheet of paper, obviously he’d expected this. “Alright, first and foremost we must agree there is to be no war between our two lands!” Alberich nodded to that and Moze wrote it down.
“Not only that, we must agree that we will come to the aid of the other country.” Alberich leaned in.
Mozenrath sputtered and shook the pen at Alberich, about to say something. Aladdin interrupted. “We have such an agreement between us, Mozenrath. I came to your aid in this war.” He remained.
And so it contained, like a ping-pong game. Until Alberich leaned in with a menacing gleam. “Now when it comes to my grandchild.” Alberich glanced to Daemon. “I’m sure there will be one. I want him to sit on the throne of this land.”
Mozenrath sat back, he’d hardly thought of succession to the throne, but it merited a great deal of thought. The most obvious crown prince, and indeed his choice, was Zak. It was a given that Zak would come to the throne, but after him… there could be ones more deserving of the throne, ones closer in bloodline. Mozenrath did not wish to plan out his royal line quite that far yet. Looking at Alberich he said seriously, “We’ll have to talk about that.. friend.”
****
Chroias walked through the Egyptian district of the city. She’d inquired several times about a man who’d worked at the house of death, but everyone had only grimaced and pointed in a general direction. Those halfhearted points had lead the demon to the edge of town. The house was small and out of the way. It was a little run down, but only smelled slightly sour. She knocked on the door.
A man opened the door slightly, only enough to peek out of with one eye. “Who’s there? Why are you here?” He asked in a nervous voice, his eye darting around.
“It’s your queen.” Chroias said simply but firmly. A whine of fear came from within. “Let me in.”
“Oh my queen.” He opened the door only a few more inches and bent low, his voice soft and extremely guilty. He was like a scowled dog. “What business do you have here? I didn’t do anything. I’m only trying to ply my trade, way out here, not in anyone’s way, I don’t talk to anyone, I don’t bother anyone!”
Chroias had to feel sorry for him. His job, one that someone had to do, had made him an outcast of society. Egyptian obsessed over their mummification, but shamed the mummifiers. “I’m here looking for someone.”
The man’s eyes rolled to the side slightly, stayed for a moment and then her nodded. Turning back to Chroias, “There is no one her but me, I swear!” He added as Chroais gave a suspicious look and tried to see inside the house.
“Oh really?” She asked before pushing the door open quickly with her demonic strength. The man gave a cry and ran scared into a back room. As expected Nefret sat at a table inside, drinking out of a chipped cup and her back to Chroias. “There you are!”
“Go away Chroias. You don’t belong here.” Nefret said flatly. “Only the dead, the poor, slaves, and whores visit the handlers of the dead.”
“Oh? And why are you here? Which are you?” Chroias joked and ruffled Nefret’s hair. Nef did laugh a little, and Chroias felt relieved. “Nefret…”
“No, I’m the one who should be sorry. I yelled. You were only voicing your concern. You must have thought…. Thought that I was trying to take you place.”
Chroias sighed, happy Nefret was ready to talk, and sat down. “No I didn’t think that.. Maybe I was just a little afraid of it, but I didn’t think it.”
“I’d never try to take your place with Mozenrath! I know my own place!” Nefret augured and looked into Chroias eyes.
The demon covered the girl’s hand with her own. “Yes, Nefret, you have a place. Right beside Mozenrath, and right next to me.”
Nefret squeezed her hand for a moment and then took a drink from her cup. “Yes but you are queen. Convention calls me to serve you and stay out of the way when I’m not needed.”
“Really Nefret!” Chroias clicked her tongue. “When have we ever been conventional!?” She smiled as the other woman shrugged. “We will never be conventional, even if we tried our hardest.” She brushed a stray piece of hair out of Nefret’s face, one that had gotten mussed when the demon ruffled her hair.
Nefret smiled, like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “Yeah. We couldn’t.”
“And if Mozenrath ever did start treated you like a conventional harem girl, or me like a conventional queen I might just kick his teeth in!” Roais cried.
Nefret smiled even more, even now making fun of Mozenrath brought them both together. Mimicking him as best she could Nefret jutted her nose in the air and said, “Roias, do be a good queen and keep silent. You don’t look good on my arm when your mouth is flapping!”
Chroias laughed and mimicked Mozenrath as well, “Nefret! I don’t want to see you unless it’s in my bed!”
Both of them giggled and punched each other playfully. The owner of the house, who was not used to hearing laugher, much less that of a woman, stuck his head out from the back room. Chroias noticed him and sat up, he only popped his head back in.
The demon hummed and headed for the back room. It was well lit and large. Tables sat around with various jars and nasty looking tools. The place had a decided smell, but nothing a demon couldn’t stand. In the middle of the room was a slightly angled stone table, and on it was a small pile of natron salts. You could still tell what lay under the salts. Chroias’s heart clenched.
“That’s why I come here.” Came a soft voice from the doorway. Nefret had followed. “I don’t want to leave her alone.” Nefret explained and breezed past Chroias, putting a hand on the stone slab. “Panya. That’s her name, or would have been.”
Chroias moved but behind her and hugged Nefret around the shoulders. “I’m so sorry Neffie.”
“It’s not your fault. Us Anuxanamoons have trouble with birth. But others will come.” She placed a hand on her stomach.
“That doesn’t make up for it.” Chroias spoke onto the top of her head and hugged tighter.
Nefret didn’t respond to that. She only signaled for the man, who had taken to cowering in the corner. “Sekete, my friend. Thank you.”
He bowed a few times and showed them the door. “30 more days Sitt, just 30 and she will be ready for the journey to the afterlife.”
Chroias and
Nefret walked up the street, it was late and already lamps were going out in
houses. “You’ll want to have a tomb made for her? In
Nefret looked ahead. “It is unthinkable for an Egyptian to rest anywhere else.”
“She was
not and Egyptian. She was Mozenrath’s as well.” Chroias reminded her. “But if
you want. I can take you to
Nefret only shrugged and smiled. “Oh yes Mozenrath. I suppose he’s upset.”
“Yes, but he’ll be more upset if he asked Apepe where you’ve gone to.” Chroias smiled.
“Huh?”
“According to Apepe you’ve been sneaking out to a strange man’s house at all hours of the day.” Chroias giggled.
“Oh that man!” Nefret laughed to, but walked a bit faster.
Chapter 388 (by Chroias)
Mozenrath
forced himself to remember that he was trying to make an alliance with the two
men at his table. "But I can NOT disband any more of my mamlucks! They
don’t even exist since my gauntlet was destroyed!" That was a half-truth.
The mamlucks existed…they just didn’t listen to him any more.
Alberich
and Aladdin looked at each other for a moment. "What about these new
guards you have…I noticed most we re female…"Aladdin pointed out.
"What
of them?" Mozenrath leaned back as two of the aforementioned guards
gripped their weaponry tighter.
"Well
for one thing, why does every ally you have seem to be female? Not that I have
anything against female warriors…but how do you manage to get so many of them?"
Aladdin took a long drink from a wine cup, hoping that Mozenrath had at least
gained enough civility not to poison him.
"If I
could answer such a question I would. It would seem that the estrogen enhanced
find me irresistible." Mozenrath heard a derivative snort from one of his
guards and looked up at her oddly, only to receive a wink. "Never the
less, they allied themselves with me. The Order of the Dove is now the Order of
the Hawk."
At those
words Alberich perked up. "Hawk? Am I to understand that is now the Land
of the Black Sand’s symbol?"
Mozenrath
nodded. "You may have noticed that many of the banners around the streets
have been engraved with a silver hawk. I believe it symbolizes me
adequately."
Aladdin
considered. ~A hawk, proud, arrogant, carnivores. But also careful, dedicated,
and fierce. Not to mention that Mozenrath’s face was positively aquiline.~
"I agree the hawk fits you. But back to these treaties. We agreed a while
back that trade routs would continue to go through your lands, but with your
produce thriving and population growing, I believe we would do well to increase
trade with one another."
"And
about my generals! How do you expect me to lead an army of my size back across
the deserts?" Alberich complained.
"As
far as trading goes, I have no problems in commerce amongst us Aladdin. But I
would also like to add that we trade magical secrets as well. With my powers
depleted, the old books of Jafar’s will become of great value to me. In return,
I will offer you access to my library at all times, I have a feeling that my
absence from you list of "enemies" hasn’t made any of the other foes
quit."
Aladdin
nodded. "Perhaps. Now, Alberich mentioned that you have his generals held
captive…I figured out for myself what you have planned, and admittedly, it’s a
good idea. But he brings up a valid point. The army he runs is huge!"
"You
will be a bigger help then myself Al. Have some of your guard captains lead
them back." Mozenrath smirked and pointed to Alberich. "I'm sure if
you assist him the two of you can work out another form of treaty."
Alberich
looked over at Aladdin giving him a measuring glance. He wasn't sure if he was
sure about the boy. Aladdin didn't look to be any older than 22 or 23 at best.
from what he understood Aladdin had just recently come into the power of the
throne. Could he be trusted? If so, could he be in allegiance, an ally against
Mozenrath.
"I
think it's a grand idea." He said outwardly, "but then we come to the
matter of my son." Alberich noted that Mozenrath eyes darted towards
Aladdin for a second. ~So Aladdin and Mozenrath are not close as friends~
Alberich smiled congeniality. "You see I have no doubts that Your son and
mine are quiet dedicated to one another. But do I have any guarantee that he
will be treated as equally as any..... consort. In fact I demand he receive
treatment equal to your beloved queen."
Mozenrath
fists clenched the table as Aladdin’s jaw dropped slightly. Thankfully the hero
sultan said nothing. Mozenrath mentally noted to speak with him later. "I
hardly see how I could treat your son as anything less, my lord Albrich. After all my son is to ascend the throne after
my..... abdication. Your son will be given the same treatment as Chroias,
especially since he is to give birth to Our grandchild."
Alberich
face fell slightly. "My son is to be... the mother?"
Mozenrath
smiled was slightly maniacal. "Of course both your and mine have agreed to
this, it only seems fitting..." Unable to resist a jab, Mozenrath added,
"Since your country was the loosing."`
~
Chroias
walked back toward the Citadel holding Nefret's hand. She turned to her rubbing
her fingers through the purple locks of Nefret. "I'm so sorry I said
things to you earlier. I had no right to be so jealous. I know you'd never
betray me or Mozenrath. But it's difficult for me to get used to sharing him
with someone. I'm so used to having him all to myself. I guess the jealousy
will take a while to abate. Can you put up with me until then?"
Nefret
smiled and gave a flick of her wrist. "Pishah.
Of course I can put up with you. After all one of these days Mozenrath actually
going to talk us into that little idea of his." She threw her head back
and laughed.
Chroias
giggled, a sudden thought accruing in her mind. She had never really considered
any such thing before. She stole a quick glance while the Egyptian ogled some
jewelry. ~You know she is very attractive. I don’t suppose I'd mind really. But
god things are confusing enough already. Better to let things set for now and
worry about any sort of liaisons latter.~
Nefret
tuned to the side and noticed the silence of her friend "Thinking on
something dear heart?"
Chroias
grinned "Perhaps, but better not to worry about it now. We just need to
get back to the palace before Mozenrath kills Aladdin and Alberich."
~~~~
Talon
Commander Ketmar leaned against a pillar watching
Mozenrath in the discussion. It was interesting being a part of this little
group. A strong woman by nature she was unsure of her orders decision to join
with the black sand permanently. But things would hopefully turn out for the
better. She flipped back her long mane of silvery blue hair. And watched as
Alberich stood in protest against something. She tilted towards Mozenrath
flashing a dangerously long knife against the fire light. Albrich
got the hint and settled. ~I have to admit it's going to be interesting working
for this lot.~
~~~~~~
Dameon
wrapped his feminine arms around Zakurums neck,
pressing his lips to the other mans cheek. A mischievous look overcame his face
and her winked in suggestion. "Are you ready to work on that baby?"
Chapter 389 (by Nefret)
Mozenrath’s mouth twitched and he leaned on a one elbow. With a sigh he looked up from the document. The peace treaty outlined several things that they had already talked about, Alberich’s army was being taken care of, trade was outlined, and some guidelines that seemed rather ridiculous to write down were stated in the contract. Besides that travel and immigration was set up between the three kingdoms, allowing just enough expansion to bring in new blood, and restricted enough to keep the foreigners in the minority. Minimum price supports were put up for products imported and a small tax allowed on imported items. A good balance of trade was leaning towards the Land of the Black Sand, Mozenrath was importing more than he was exporting and keeping the wealth of his kingdom firmly in place. Alberich was on his way to rebuilding his pride and joy, his army. Aladdin was expanding his power and prestige as a new sultan and gaining new allies. Still, it seemed like the contract was the only thing binding these three men and countries and without it they might just do as they please to better themselves, no matter at what cost to the others.
Mozenrath sighed again and took up the pen, it all seemed fair… but he still felt like he was getting the raw end of the deal. He had read that in Princedom one should never ally themselves one who is stronger then they are, if one did he risked falling subservient to him. Moze looked up at Aladdin and Alberich, each man trying to look coolly away as if they weren’t also concerned. Squinting his eyes and furrowing his brow Mozenrath contemplated the men, Aladdin was strong, but still not an effective ruler. The hero just wasn’t ruthless enough, in a ironic twist his kingdom was most vulnerable because he was such a good man. Alberich was defiantly a competitor, he was strong and did what it took to keep in power, he followed the same principals of Mozenrath, and that made him dangerous to the man. Mozenrath’s ego cringed to admit that Alberich was just as strong or stronger than he. But Moze also realized he had other strengths on his side. He still had magical implements that, while he possessed no personal power anymore, were still useful. He also had the best assassins and an entire kingdom made up of only the toughest of the tough, people so strong that they had survived years as outcasts in the desert. He also had a strong family, children with otherworldly powers, a hell spawn queen, and a consort that was surly more logical and sturdier than any of Alberiches Harem girls. Concluding that he had nudged Alberich out of first place, Mozenrath signed the contract. Handing it to Alberich and Aladdin to ratify.
With that done, Alberich stood up. “Well we have been here a long time, between the war and peace. I DO have a country of my own that I left in the hands of my other son. I should be getting back as I only know how to rule best.” He puffed up his chest. “Good day gentlemen, I’ll be seeing you both soon to put this little document in effect. But first I think I’ll say goodbye to my son.” And with that he left on his own.
Aladdin looked to Mozenrath and Mozenrath looked at Aladdin. “Well…” Al cleared his throat, uncomfortable being alone with Mozenrath. He knew the man had changed, maybe that was why he was so uncomfortable. “I also have a country, and Jasmine and a baby, I should go tell them all is well.”
Mozenrath held a hand out to Aladdin and the younger man shook it. “It was an… unexpected pleasure Aladdin. Give my regards to Jasmine.” He said stiffly and walked Aladdin to the door.
“I will.” Al tried to be equally stiff, it was evident both men were trying to show the other what kind of kings they could be. “Say hello to Chroias for me, and Nefret.”
Mozenrath smiled, “I’ll say hello to Chroias for you.” He offered and the men shook hands again before Aladdin left. When he had disappeared Mozenrath gave a gruff sigh and looked at his hand. “Who would have ever thought I’d become my enemies keeper?”
From behind someone cleared her throat, the king turned around. “My lord,” It was the commander of the order of the hawk. “I just heard the queen has arrived back in the palace with the Lady.”
“Oh…. Thanks.” Mozenrath flinched, remembering all that had transpired, but glad they were at least together and still standing. Stiffening his upper lips the king strided away to find his ladies. He found them sitting together in one of the new gardens, the artificial sun light from a magically endowed golden orb suspended against a rolling dome ceiling making them almost glow. Nefret was weaving together papyrus reeds and lotus blossoms into knotted circles, representing her homeland and placed the circlet around her arm, and one around Chroias head. The demon smiled but continued to stare into the pool.
“Are you sure?” Chroias asked suddenly. Mozenrath was about to announce his presence but pulled back when Chroias had spoke, not wanting to interrupt the moment.
“I AM a Priestess of Hathor, I think I’d recognize my own Goddess….. It’s happened before. She’s come to me when I called her once.” Nefret whispered, remembering the strange voice she heard during the time Mozenrath had been battling the demon housed in his head. “I only need to ask and Hathor will come to me.”
“I believe you, Nefret. You are a very good priestess, considering who your goddess is.” They both giggled. “But are you so sure, so soon after the miscarriage, surly it isn’t humanly possible.”
“No, it isn’t HUMANLY possible.” Nefret started another ring of flowers. “With a little divine help….”
Chroias hummed and looked at the fake sky hung above them, this being the Land of the Black sand blue skies were rare but easily imitated. “It was conceived after Mozenrath lost is powers, the baby will be human and powerless, which in itself is special around here. Or maybe…” Chroias stopped and Nefret looked up and hummed. “Maybe it will be special, very special. But it’s to early to tell. Hathor be blessed.”
“And the Blessed.” Nefret gave the traditional answer without thinking much, an old throw back to her priestess days. Chroias smiled and hit Nefret knee playfully, the Egyptian responded by hitting her lightly with her flowers.
Mozenrath smiled and, with a hum of thought, slinked away to order a nice intimate dinner to settle all the loose ends.
Command General Lee Patrisknal grimaced as one of the servant poured a hot bath for him. Despite being given the most magnificent of accommodations in the Citadel, he was displeased. He had failed his King, been hog swallowed by women, and was now paying for the hospitality of the county by training it’s army! The entire thing was absolutely humiliating!
~What would my father say if he saw me now?~ he hung his silvery head in his hands. Patrisknal had spent his entire life in the service of Alberich, just as had his father before him, and his father before him. Going back for nearly seven generations, the men of his family had supported their kingdom. And now, taken down by a pathetic group of outcasts and whores!
And to top it all off, his rank had been diminished. He was now third down the line from the leader of the Order of the Hawk. Some damnable female named Visani. Supposedly, it was she who had suggested the final attack to Sultan Mozenrath. Used to living in a kingdom where might makes right, Patrisknal had kept his ears open the moment he’d been captured. Visani never showed her face, nor did she ever take public credit for her ideas. She kept to the back, and did not speak unless there was something important to say.
~But that is not important." Patrisknal looked out the window as the army of Alberich disappeared over the horizon. ~What matters most is getting my fellow commanders and disposing of this self-made Sultan!~ He grinned at the thought. Mozenrath himself had been the one to inform them of their fate in his hands. No honorable death, but servitude to him. ~He just doesn’t have the guts to kill us!~ Patrisknal squeezed a bar of soap till it crushed in his hard hands. ~I’ll kill him! I swear I’ll kill the bastard if at all possible.~
Zakurum rank his hands through Deameon’s hair and kissed him passionately. "That was magnificent. If we keep up like this they’ll be a swelled belly before the week is out!" he swore as his lover crawled atop his body, enjoying the warmth.
"Isn’t that what we want?" Dea asked and grinned with his impish personality. "I made a promise to your father to sire a child as quickly as possible."
"Oh?" Zakurum said, raising an eyebrow. "And…why did you promise this to my father?" A hint of annoyance and once again being left out of the discussion made it into his voice and Deameon frowned.
"Zakkie." He whispered softly. "Just listen to me for a moment. Remember how your father didn’t approve of this at first?" Zak nodded. "Well…I cornered him, a day or two after the war ended, and told him exactly where I thought he could stick his opinion of me! We argued, no blows were exchanged, but we did come awful close. And in the end, I think I made him realize something."
Zakurum sat up. "And what was that?"
"That he had no hold over you or I." Deameon. "Admit it, part of the reason Mozenrath fought this war was over his own pride. In fact I’ll wager that was the only reason he didn’t shove me willingly back into my father’s arms." Zak blushed but nodded in agreement. "Your father, and mine, are strong, aggressive men, and I knew that since my father would never accept this, I’d have to try through yours. I told Mozenrath straight up that if he refused to take my love for you seriously, we’d run to my father and tell him everything we knew about the Citadel."
Zakurum sat up with shock. "You what? You would have asked me to betray my own father! I love you dearly Deameon but…"
Deameon silenced him with a finger to his lips. "No. I was bluffing. A desperate attempt to get him to listen. I don’t know what I would have done if he’d called it, but I think he knew. Something in the way Mozenrath looked at me told me he knew. But he didn’t call me on it."
"He…he respect you too much." Zakurum realized with a start.
Deameon nodded. "That, and I think he understood that I was willing to be just as ruthless as he was when it came to something I wanted. I think he respected me for that alone." Dea lifted himself up and wrapped his arms around Zakurum, slowly massageing his back. "I will give you a child." He whispered. "I love you,, if you’ll let me."
Zakurum merely bent his head up, and pressed a longing kiss to his lips.
Tristram hummed as she tickled under Melpomene’s chin. The baby gurgled something and waved it’s hands around, making several object zoom through the air. "Ohh you naughty little girl!" she scolded and began trying to catch bottles and pacifiers.
Apepe walked in and just barely ducked a flying bear toy. "I take it her powers are developing!" he called into the fray and grabbed some of the toys, locking them away in a chest. The little girl giggled, pleased with her mischief, and settled down as Tris planted a nipple to her mouth to feed.
"Actually I’m quite pleased with her." She gestures to little Mel’s eyes. "She managed to identify different things, such as my breast and her bottle and pacifier. She’s doing just what the medicine man said she would, using her sense of touch to make up for lack of sight." Tris picked up a fallen pacifier and held it up. "Watch."
She removed her breast and put the rubber object into Mel’s mouth only to have the baby spit it out with no hesitation and reach blindly for the warmth of her mother’s flesh. Tris demonstrated again and this time a soured look crossed Melpomene’s face and she reached desperately towards her mother. "See, she can tell the difference within seconds!"
Apepe grinned oddly, and patted his daughters head, kissing her cheek. "See, now you know she gets that brilliance from my side of the family." His grin got wider as trist gave him an acidic look.
"Oh really?! And I suppose she gets that from your side of the family to!" Trist pointed at a large vase full of flowers floating though the air. Apepe gulped as melpomene's grinned and let the vase go. He jumped over a couch just in time to stop it from hitting the floor. Trist snickered slightly and covered her mouth, tickling her baby under the chin.
Chapter 391 (by Nefret)
General Lee gave a gruff sigh and sauntered into the commons rooms. There the brash and brandy army was assembled, not to counsel or to train, but to do as men do and brag and boast. Lee crossed his arms in the doorway and sneered as he watched. His comrades were laughing it up, playing games and drinking copious amounts of beer. It sickened Lee, they were not as concerned as he that their entire careers had been ended and their titles and honor vanished. They were nothing but rats captured my cats and kept to catch other rats. They must have realized all this, and yet they didn’t care, or they didn’t seem to show it. Maybe they thought this was inevitable, unchangeable, why fight. Well, lee knew it was changeable, and there was no way he’d just accept it!
He thought for a moment, the order of the hawk was still hanging around the corners of the room. They were completely loyal to Mozenrath and would not take kindly to even idol talk of rebellion. Now, to get rid of them.
General Lee caught a hawk guards arm and whispered in her ear. “Lord Mozenrath is calling for you, he’s in trouble.” Lee was pleased when the guard gave a quick sign and the rest of the female army marched out of the room quickly. It had not been a lie, Mozey was in trouble, the guards just didn’t know how yet.
“Look at you!” Lee shouted when he was sure loyal ears were out of range. The army stopped suddenly and looked up at him. “Just sitting around, wallowing in this mud hole of a spoiled brat and his whores, of the scum of the world, of murderers, robbers, pickpockets, traitors! This place is a den of thieves who will as soon cast you on the floor as to look at you! This filthy place of debauchery covered on gold leaf and dulled by pretty women!” Lee’s voice grew and he overturned a gilded table, upsetting the pretty ornaments and beer glasses. “Enjoy this pretty place of filth if your not strong enough to leave it.” Lee gave a discussed face and headed out of the room.
“And what can we do!? Nothing, enjoy it.” Came a man’s voice, one who had, in his time, been a high commander himself.
“You make me sick.” Lee said without turning around. “They will try to mold you seamlessly into their own army, but there will always be a rift. If you are of my opinion you will make your own army inside this one, like a tide under the ocean that will soon pull our oppressors down and rise us up.” Lee then left, having planted the seeds of rebellion in a handful of means hearts. It was all that it would take.
As he walked the hall a few more Hawk guards passed him, relaxed and just a bit confused, they must be wondering about the false alarm. He wondered briefly what would become of them, once the rebellion took place. They would probably be married off to the conquering army, and take up a nice womanly place. He was doing them a favor, Lee convinced himself. Passing by a room he noticed the two royal women sitting around the princess and prince and the newest royal member. Again he wondered what would happen to them. Being that they were royalty it was unlikely they could be put down so easily. The men would have to be put to work in the quarry and the woman would most likely become slaves.
Lee smiled, he had thought that once he took over he might give this place up to King Alberich to gain his favor again. But since he’s seen Alberich riding away with a half smile, knowing he was leaving loyal men behind, Lee was thinking of just keeping this place for himself. Then and only then would he allow himself to enjoy the spoils of this place.
Chroias looked up as Lee passed the door. She gave a little hum. “I still don’t like that they’re just walking around. They ARE the enemy army.”
“They WERE the enemy army.” Nefret reminded, but still understood. After all the same officers who had held her captive were now dinning a few rooms away. “Come, look at the baby again. She’s such a smart darling.” Nefret took the demons mind of it.
Chapter 392 (By Chroias)
Mozenrath sighed and finally allowed himself to walk in on Chroias and Nefret. The two women sat comfortably in an arm rest, chatting away and munching on little kiwi snacks. "My loves." Mozenrath announced himself.
"Hello." Nefret smiled slightly when she saw him. "I take it the council went well?"
"Oh as well as can be expected between three rival nations." Mozenrath groaned and flopped onto a couch. "I have the worst headache one earth and my vocal cords feel about to burst!"
"Oh our poor baby!" Chroias teased. "Does him need some cuddley wuddely?" she batted her eyelashes ridiculously and pursed her lips. Mozenrath slapped her across the bottom with his turban and grinned when she squawked indignantly.
Nefret giggled and fetched a basin with cool water, wine, and snacks. "Here, you'll feel better after we lend a hand."
"Oh? Is that all your going to lend?" Mozenrath arched an eyebrow grinned out the corner of his mouth.
Chroias humphed and picked up a wine cup. "Drink, you need to relax now and then."
"I can't. I have a meeting with the different religions of the city this afternoon to discuss where temples and churches can be built, then a discussion with the Order of the Hawks to find out how separate the troops and Generals for training, then I have to go over to law..." Mozenrath sipped the wine and rubbed his temples again. "You know, if I'd have realized that running a single kingdom was this much work I never would have tried for the world!"
Chroias and Nefret sighed. "You know you really are dense!" Nefret shouted out bluntly.
"What do you think we're here for? Your pleasure?" Chroias added in.
"Well...oh. Explain?" Mozenrath asked, preparing himself for battle.
"Well for one thing, you may be a grand sorcerer Moze, but you don't know diddle about combat or handling troops!" Chroias insisted. "I fought and controlled over ten thousand of the demons of the Abyss during the war of the Danta Plaines. I can handle your meeting with the Hawks and see that the Generals are separated according to their skills and teaching abilities."
"And you aren't exactly a religious scholar love." Nefret pointed out. "I'll be able to handle the priests and fathers, and holy messengers far bette then you will."
"Yes, but you'll also favor Egyptian temples..." Mozenrath tried to argue.
"Not necessarily. I know exactly how patriotic to be without going too far." Nefret stood up, her black and silver skirts sashaying around her hips. "Just let yourself calm down Moze. Chroias and I are not just your lovers."
"We're your queen and consort, your advisors, and, when necessary, your stand ins." Chroias hummed and kissed him gently. "We know better than anybody else how you'd react to different things and what your approach to a crisis would be."
"And how to avoid reacting the same way." Nefret giggled and stuck out her tongue.
"I suppose you really aren't going to give me any choice are you?" Mozenrath submitted. "Just please, let ME review the laws and ordinances myself! I'm the one who has to take responsibility if people don’t like them"
The girls laughed. "Very well. You do the laws and let us take care of the other meetings." Chroias leaned in close and allowed herself and caress one of Mozenrath’s more intimate areas. "Don't waist all your energy."
And with that promise for the nights events, the two women walked out of the rooms.
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Partisknal watched quietly as the demonic queen of this land entered, her golden circlet shining, and announced that she would be overseeing these proceedings. "Where is the Sultan!" one General demanded. "We need to speak to the man of this kingdom." Several more of Alberich's commanders shouted out in agreement, unhappy with a woman sitting at the head position.
Chroias did something very peculiar. She simply looked up. Within a second everyone at the table had been subdued into their chairs with not so much as a squeak to disturb the silence. "I am well aware of your views General Halmackis. But be aware that I really don't give a harpies hang nail." She sat down and picked up a list from thin air. "We are here to discuss the placement of the Land of the Black Sand troops as well as the positions and teachings concerning the ranking officers of Alberich's army and the Order of the Hawk."
Chroias took out a large scroll and a quill pen. "When I point to you, give me your names, ranks and area of specialty." she aimed her quill at Patrisknal.
Patrisknal stood up proudly. "Lee Ambrisnon Haltrat Patrisknal, High Commander, Tactics and Stratigy." As he sat down, another stood up.
"Jetraw Ulsrith Osernach the Third, Second in Command, Weapons and Armory."
"Warin Halmackis, Third General, Troop Commander and Specialty Tactics."
"Gernaldos Contaquna Kalderm Zandosti Maornit..." The name stopped when Chroias let one of her fangs show through her pretty lips. "Gernaldos Tatrot, Fourth Commander, Archery and Defensive maneuvers."
This time, four men stood up in a row. "Your queenship,
we are the Yulsiff brothers, Mickal, Naros, Haltoum, and
Vancas. We control the
Another stood. "Lyroy Malets Hastrpho, First Sergeant, I drill new troops and handle dispatching for units."
"Orin Opos Ortinal Oqunap, Second Sergeant, Horse trainer and Field Correspondent."
"Nashat Xantom Lertold, Moral Officer."
"Kalsard Natismo Regenal, Scout."
Chroias nodded her head, copying down names almost as fast as they were given to her. ~And here was me thinking we'd captured all generals~ Still, there was hope, they had a good range of people here, most of them looking capable and ready. All she would have to be careful of was their rebellious nature. Perhaps set a few guards outside their doors and concubines in their beds to keep them occupied. "I will deliberate with the Sultan for the night. You will retire to your rooms and receive your placements tomorrow evening." she ordered. "Hawks, please escort these gentlemen to their rooms."
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Aurum streatched his limbs and stood up from bed, letting Deameon nuzzle in on the warm spot he'd left. He'd let his lover sleep for a few more hours. With any luck, last nights events would mean that Deameon was pregnant and with child. Nefret had promised to verify when they felt ready and Chroias was ready to be there for the both of them.
~Auntie Nef.~ Zakurum still had a few problems accepting the new relationship between his father and his Aunt. And for his father to always criticize...
~But he hasn't been criticizing lately. He's not had the time with meetings and setting up security measures.~ Zak felt pity and admiration for his father. What Mozenrath had said was right, there was an entirely new feeling to the Citadel now. No more of the dark passageways and specters haunting the corridors. Now everything was lit by luminous balls that followed you around when you had to get up in the middle of the night for a privy moment. Everyone was always bustling about, maids, servants, cooks, cleaners, guards. In comparison the place was almost cluttered!
~Still, it's better this way.~ Zak thought as he looked over his shoulder at Dea. ~I love him.~ he thought with sudden clarity. ~I more then love him. I belong to him, and he to me. I think father, mother, and even auntie sense that. I can't really judge them if I'm not perfectly willing to judge myself by the same standards.~ And there was certainly more than enough love between his father and his two lovers.
Chapter 393 (by Nefret)
Nefret dusted off the seat and sat down at the conference hall set up in the open air. Around the table were a variety of men, all rather strange looking. Shaven priests, men in plain dress and fancy, those in bright orange and yellow robes and those in brown hooded robes, those who smiled peacefully and those who looked down soberly. All manner of people. Nefret cleared her throat and picked up the paper in front of her.
“Good evening gentlemen. For those of you who don’t know I’m second lover of the king.” She kept her look firm as a few men grumbled and shifted in their seats. Some of these religions disliked bigotry and some priests scorned all things of the flesh. Nefret continued, “I’m here to talk to you because I have the most experience in the field.”
An Egyptian priest smiled and stood up. “Yes, we have heard of you, servant of Hathor, we are most glad to see one of our own daughters her to look out for our interests.” The shaven headed man smiled and bowed to Nefret, jabbing a man a man in a colorful robe in the ribs. “You do have to keep the infidels in their place.”
Nefret smiled to him in a way that made her eyes crinkle up. “Priest seksete.” What followed was in her own tongue but apparently it was sharp because the Egyptian priest’s face fell blank and he sat down heavily. “Thank you.” Nef chirped and shuffled the papers. “Well it seems we have quite a hodge podge. Um… Islam, Buddhist, Judaism, Hindi, Shinto, Confucius, Christianity, Egyptian religion we’ve heard from already…..” Nefret sighed. “quiet a lot. I suppose you’ll all want your own building?” She said slowly, looking up with one eyebrow raised. She had nothing against them all having their own temples in theory, but it would be likely they would want funding to build and to furnish, and as rich as this land was resources were not unlimited.
“Of course, Lady Nefret. You do not expect us to share a our holy ground with infidels that will just muck it up? Those who bow before golden images and dirty animals!” A Jewish rabbi snorted at the rest of the crowd. A Christian priest nodded in agreement.
Nef’s eyes closed for a moment in thought. The only problem with religions was that they often disagreed with each other to the point where it became dangerous. “Then you shall all have your own buildings.” She jotted that down. That was eight new buildings, and if each was exactly the same size (which they should be to avoid looking as if one religion was favored over the other) then they all should fit nicely into the northern face of the city. “Now you will of course not object to occupying the same square, it would keep things simple.” She almost wrote that down but a buzz around the table stopped her.
After a moment of clatter a man stood up. He was obviously of an eastern religion and seemed one of the more peaceful men at the table. “Honored lady, I think some of my fellow residue leaders feel that it would be not the best situation for our followers to be jammed in such a small space, it could lead to…. Disagreements.”
Without waiting for the other to finish an Islam stood up. “With all respect, My people will not associate with the Israelites!” He slammed a hand on the desk.
“AH!” a Jewish rabbi jumped to his feet. “Do not allow the heaven to twist your mind! It is his religion that took away our holy land!”
The Islamic man snorted, but his retort was lost as the men broke out squabbling between each other. The noise was raising and Nefret put a hand to her temple. A guard that had come with her stepped with a hand on her sword. “Lady, do you want me to shut their mouths?” She whispered lowly into the Egyptian’s ears.
“No. I can handle it myself.” She smiled a bit and stood up. With a small smile she began to sashay away. “By the way, please tell the king to cancel all funding for the temples and send the money to enhance my jewelry collection.” She yelled loudly back to the guard.
“Yes ma’am!” The guard snapped to attention and began to walk away.
The commotion around the table suddenly went from arguing to pleas that Nefret come back. The girls turned on her heals and walked briskly back to the table. “Okay, now that we are ready to talk.” She stopped and looked up, no one interrupted this time. “This entire land is a melting pot, you all came her on the same caravan from around the world. You are all a healthy and worthy people. The goal of Sultan Mozenrath is to have a diverse and harmonious people. Towards that end I refuse to separate the religions. If all our people go to separate ends of the city to warship it would cause a rift in society.” Some of the men muttered but all reluctantly agreed. “Besides, a lot of you have different Sabbaths, it’s not alike everyone in the entire city will be crammed in one space everyday.” Nefret stood up again and everyone followed. “I’ll take all those interested to the court where the temples will be set up.” She began walking and they followed, some still plotting along. “I’ll give you a span of a week to draw out the general designs you want, then the city builders will begin building.” Nef chirped, knowing that would cheer them up. And it did.
Chroias stretched and tucked her robe in tighter as she entered the main living quarters set up for the royal family. Where once the entire citadel was practically empty, and one could find an empty room anywhere, there were now generals, servants, and various guests running around. Mozenrath had found it necessary to set aside a set of suits aside where only his family was allowed. It offered a refuge and safe heaven away from everyone else. Chroias had taken a hot bath and put on her most comfortable dress to relax after a stress filled day of drafting out the army. Nefret was found huddled in a corner of pillows reading up on world religions. Apepe sat down beside his sister laid his head in her lap.
“I love my baby, and I’d
throw myself to the
“Welcome to fatherhood. I should remind you to have more respect for father.” Nefret ruffled his hair, but she frowned. She was still sensitive to the subject of her father.
Chroias smiled at her son in law. “And where is the baby?”
“Trist is putting her down for a nap.”
As if in cue the Mother in question walked in the room and plopped down. “Finally, asleep!”
Chroias opened her mouth to say something Dameon skipped into the room. Now it must be said that while Dameon was adjusting well to being a woman she wouldn’t actually skip unless she was really really happy.
“For the sake of the gods, what’s going on?” Chroias asked as Dameon stopped and clasped her pale little hands.
“I think it happened!” Dameon chattered and grinned. “I think I’m pregnant!”
“Since last night?!” Apepe asked, never one to be polite. Dameon blushed and nodded a bit.
“You cant tell that soon!” Chroias scoffed.
“Oh a woman can always tell.” Daemon waved a hand.
“Oh a woman huh? Do you think have enough experience yet in that area. Oh never mind.” Nef shut Daemon up before he could say anything. “Let me see.” Nefret put a hand on her stomach.
Apepe sighed and put his head back down. “Babies babies babies. Babies everywhere!”
Nefret gave a thoughtful sigh and bushed back her hair. “I like babies.”
Chroias smiled. “That’s what an empire is like. Babies babies babies.”
Chapter 394 (By Chroias)
Chroias reviewed her list of the generals as Mozenrath looked over the
hundreds of different laws under review. Some of these are the most inane
things I have ever seen!" he finally erupted. "I mean, listen to
this. If the part of the first part can not co-exist with the part of the
second part then the party of the fourth part is entitled to the party of the
third parts part!" The sorcerer threw up his hands in disgust, sending
papers everywhere. "I mean…what the hell did the third guy ever do to
anybody?"
Apepe laughed and
picked up one of the fallen sheets. "The little guy is always the one to
get blamed sir. I remember having to relay legal documents between offices back
when I did messages for
Tris giggled and ruffled her husbands hair. "Ohh, my poor darling,
he was so abused." He brought Apepe down for a quick kiss, quick, mainly
because her father was in the room. Thought the air between the two men was
much cleaner than before, Apepe had a long way to go before he could be seen as
worthy in Mozenrath’s eyes.
"Nether of you two know anything about it!" Nefret snarled
aloud. "Try playing peacemaker with over twelve different religions. You
have no idea how absolutely idiotic people can be until they start to bitch at
each other over faiths! Why can’t they just agree to disagree and leave it at
that."
"Because each as convinced that the other is wrong and they are
right! You know men, their always convinced of their own superiority."
Chroias answered and flipped through her documents regarding the Generals.
"Take for instance, this general, Patrisknal…I don’t like him one bit. I
mean, I used my senses to read those commanders in there and most of them,
given time, would willingly stay and help us, but Patrisknal, Halmackis…people like them" Chroias hummed and bit her
bottom lip. "I don’t know, they have their own goals…"
"If it would make you feel more comfortable, I’ll post a few
guards to… "Supervise" them while they work." Mozenrath offered
and Chroias nodded. "These men would do well to remember that they ARE,
for all intensive purposes, guests in MY Citadel." He called to one of the
Hawk’s in the room and began giving her instructions. "But besides, that,
how are the placements of the men going?"
Chroias smiled. "That at the very least is half finished.
"I’ve got Patrisknal paired up with the Lead Talon Commander of the Hawks
,Jenna, she’s sort of the equivalent of the General, for outlining ways to
defend and guard the borders as well as keep the Citadel itself with extra
protection. They’ll be working hand in hand with the Yulsiff
brothers, thought I doubt they’ll be happy at having to work with someone
bellow their rank." She began checking off things on the list . "Osernach will begin training both our own troops and the
guards with Minra and Pitti…"
Chroias began detailing the positions to Mozenrath. Each one of Alberich’s
generals was spared off with one or two of the Hawk’s with positions equal to
their own, as well as a few extra hawks to ensure that they were "properly
observed."
"You know father…" Zakurum said as he walked in.
"Something occurred to me. We’re going to give Alberich back one General
every year…correct." Mozenrath nodded his head. "Well…what’s to stop
them from simply telling him everything we’ve done and giving him all the
information to attack us with again?"
"Good point love." Deameon said. "It’s exactly the kind
of trick father would pull."
Mozenrath hummed
momentarily. "I hadn’t considered that." He sat up and took a long
swig of wine. "When I had all my powers in tact, I could erase a mans
memory with a little time and effort, but now that I’m powerless…" he looked
to Chroias.
"Wish I could help you this. I mean, I know how to, but my touch
would leave a taint inside their minds that could easily drive them insane, or
worse, turn them into a sort of half demon, claws, fangs, and malice all
over." Chroias shrugged.
"Well…"
At the sound of Tristram’s quiet voice,
everyone looked over. A strange smile was on her pretty face, just enough so
that she looked like her father when he was planning something. "I’ve…been
working on my ability’s some times. It’s hard without anyone who can really
teach me, but…" Tristram raised her hand,, showing off a little as Zakurum
raised himself up onto the tiptoes of one foot and did a perfect pirouette.
"I can control people’s will for a temporary amount of time." She
yelled as the rest of the group began to laugh hysterically. "It might
just be long enough to coerce through their thought though it ached.
"Ow why did you go and do that
for?" he growled out at his sister and sent a scorch along her skirts.
Tris yelped and Apepe jumped for a vase to extinguish the fire.
"Zak!" Tris yelled in mock anger and caught the vase with her magic,
dumping it over her brother's head.
And with that, a
fight had started. Even their lovers were attempting to get between the twins
as flying objects and tiny jolts of play power soared through the room. As a
large glass jar crashed however, Apepe groaned. "Guys...your gonna wake
the..."
A piercing cry cut
through the air and Apepe groaned. "...baby." he looked accusingly at
his wife. "You woke her..." he said and Tristram grinned sheepishly.
"I know I know. She's probably hungry anyways." Tris stood
and made her way towards the nursery.
~~~~~~~~~
General Patrisknal leaned against one of the marble columns along the
hallways, watching as Mozenrath's young daughter...Tris?...walked down the
paths till she reached a blank wall without so much as a tapestry on it. His
lips thinned as she raised a single claw and tapped four bricks in a pattern.
Slowly the bricks began to slide away, making an entrance just big enough for
her to slide through. From inside came the call of a hungry baby girl. as the
mother disappeared into the room the wall closed behind her leaving not so much
as a trace.
Patrisknal smiled deviously and put his hands behind his back marching
down the hall as a plan began to form in his mind.
~~~
Mozenrath looked over as Chroias, Nefret, and Dameon sat over in cushons chatting about children and such things. it was
amazing even after having been the one to preform the
spell to see Dameon blend so well with the other women. Of course had already
had good feminine features to work with. Mozenrath noticed that no matter what
his son was never far from Demeons side. They looked over at each other for a
moment, Daemon and Zak, and a sort of secret signal passed between the two.
Mozenrath couldn't have told them how well he understood what they had said to
each other with that movement, but somehow it gave him comfort, to know the
seriousness of their relationship.
He smiled contentedly and beckoned to his lovers.
Chapter 395 (by Nefret)
Mozenrath plopped down in the couch resting comfortably in the corner of his room. Nefret and Chroias followed him in and took their own perches, Chroias on the end of the bed and Nefret on the windowsill.
“An empire to build, children to protect… from each other! Babies crying, generals whining, people breathing down my neck every instant wanting this or that..” Mozenrath tried to complain but he had an odd sort of smirk on his face. Whether he would admit it or not, he really loved all the attention, he loved making decisions and being a king. “What I wouldn’t give for something simple and relaxing!” Mozenrath flashed a grin at the girls, who only gave a laughing smile.
Chroias sat up and walked to her lover, sitting down on his lap and fooling with his hair. “All this craziness, we hardly ever see each other anymore outside of the court meetings. It’s entirely unacceptable! We should all set aside some quiet time.” Chroias whispered and hugged Moze’s head close to her chest.
A soothed smile came over the sorcerer’s lips. “It’s a pain, all this work, but as soon as we have our kingdom set up and working like clockwork the business of running it will be as easy as cake!” he gave Chroais a playful smack with was quickly reciprocated.
The demon grinned. “Not so fast, after we set up the kingdom we still have a passel of babies to lavish attention on. Maybe even more than we thought.” Chroias looked over to Nefret by the window, who was being so quiet Mozenrath had nearly forgotten she was there as well.
“Nef?” Moze asked of her nothing in particular.
The Egyptian looked over and gave a humming noise, she hadn’t really been listening. She laughed anyways, the sort of laugh the dismissed all questions, and walked slowly towards them. “Roias is right, we do need to get away from all the craziness once in a while.” She leaned down and gave Moze a kiss on the forehead. He was not satisfied and reached for her, hugging Chroias closer so she couldn’t escape either. But Nefret smiled and backed away.
“Aww, come on Neffie, I have only good intentions. I only meant for a little affection, nothing outlandish.” Moze grin gave away the lie.
Nefret and Chroias caught the grin and laughed, shaking their heads. Nef dipped in for a more intimate kiss, but jumped away before Mozenrath’s arms could enslave her. “Well, Chroias has had a much more exasperating day than I had, I expect. Lavish affection on her, I have an important thing to do tonight.” She sighed when she saw the look on Mozenrath’s face. Things had been so busy lately it had been near a week since they’d had any private time. Because Chroias and he shared a room it made it easier on them. Nefret’s room was still a respectable distance away because it had been issued to her when she was still just a servant. “Visit me later tonight. I’ll wait up for you.” She winked and sashayed out the door.
Mozenrath turned to Chroias. “What was that about?” He asked as he swept her up into his arms.
Chroias smiled. “Don’t worry
about
~~~~
General Patrisknal slid thought the passageway’s of the Citadel,
avoiding the eyes of all who lived there. His missions required that he not be
seen. It would be difficult to gather information if the royal family knew his
eyes lurked in the shadows. He was learning the habits of the family, where the
family members slept, where they could be found all times of the day, carefully
studying their habits, learning who would be the most difficult to take down,
and who was most important and powerful. Mentally he was forming plans. If this
place was to be overthrown it would be best to kill the highest members of the
royal family and enslave the others to make an example out of them.
“Hum…”
Patrisknal hummed to himself. The king and queen will of course have to killed,
they’re both to powerful, to risky a capture. They seem to sleep in the same
bed, an easy target. The crowned prince and his odd lover also shared the same
room, but some distance off. He might have to have two teams to take them out
at the same time. The princess… from what he had seen she was powerful and
willful to. She would have to be taken out as well. He husband and newborn child
could be left to imprisonment, neither of them seemed to dangerous.
He smiled at the thought and slipped off, it
was almost time for the meeting, the same meetings that have been happening
between unhappy members of the army for the past few nights, a meeting to
discuss the overthrowing of Mozenrath.
~~~~
Apepe
hugged trist from behind as she fed the baby. The
woman sighed and smiled as his five o’ clock shadow tickled her. “What’s gotten
in to you lately baby?” Apepe whispered.
“Hum? Oh I
don’t know. Zak just gets to me some times. He’s my brother; it’s our job to
fight. You should know that, your sibling is positively the most obstinate
sister I can imagine.” Trist laughed and set the baby in its crib.
“Maybe, or
maybe you’re a bit jealous.” He poked her ribs. “Zak and dameions
baby might rival ours. He was always one to outdo you!”
Trist
huffed suddenly. “I don t know what you’re talking about!” And with that she
pelted him with a pillow as the baby laughed, seeming to know what was
transpiring.
~~~
The little
white pillared plaster building that was serving as the makeshift temple was
quiet that night, only a few shaven headed priests rambled through the halls,
muttering their hymns. In one little room near the middle of the complex Nefret
grimaced and retired her simple clean linen dress. Off all the Egyptian form of tests, this was
the most uncomfortable; sadly it was also the one trusted most by these
priests. She would have preformed this herself, but it was always harder to
judge your own results.
“Are you ready sitt?”
Came an old mans voice. The high priest was well into his 60’s but still smart
as a whip. Nefret came out from behind the curtains, moving sort of stiffly.
“Good good.” The priest patted her shoulders with his
leathery hands. “Now open your mouth and say ‘ah’”
Nefret
did so and raised an eyebrow as the man leaned in close and smelled her breath.
After a few seconds he sat back. “Well? Can you smell the onion?” Nefret asked
excitedly.
The
man rubbed his chin. “Hum yes… I smell the distinct odor of sweet dates, wine
and….. onions.” He grinned and Nefret let out a cry and hugged him tightly.
“Congratulations. Now you can remove the onion.”
Chapter
398 (by Chroias)
Patriskanal looked around the table at the Generals. Every last one of
them had come to the secret meeting. Even with the so called
"honored" positions given to them by the Sultan Mozenrath, they
looked disgruntled and shamed. But, to his disgust, he had noticed a few
hundred men of Alberich's army had opted to stay in the Black Sands, deserting
themselves from the homeland forever. Patriskanal felt a sting deep within his
patriotic breast. Those traitorous basterds would pay
for putting their allegiance in this foolish young brat! Worse, most of them
had joined Mozenrath's army!
"Gentleman." Patriskanal began in his deep voice. "We
have come here to discuss rebellion. And, after having watched the children of
that impertinent young puppy, I think I may have found the key to our
success."
~~~~~~~~~~~~
Nefret scratched behind Anubis's ears as the
pharaoh hound played with Mepho. With all the chaos
and going on, the two pets had gotten lost in the crowd and basically been
adopted by the Citadel staff. Nefret was glad for all of the attention they
were receiving. With all her new duties as official consort, she rarely had
time to spend on them.
~Duties.~ She grimaced. The religious leaders had finally come to a
'civil' agreement over how to build their houses of worship. Now she was
expected to persuade Mozenrath to fund these temples. Not that she couldn't do
that easily. One of the good parts about being an ex-evil sorcerer was the
amount of gold you kept in your treasury. She would have to oversee the
construction of the them, make sure that the Catholics didn't wander into the
Muslims and the Egyptians didn't cross into the Celtic's territory. She
groaned, it was almost too much.
Anubis cocked his head at his
mistress’s distress. Poor Nefret, she took so much onto herself when she really
didn't need to. He nuzzled her leg as Mepho wandered
off on his own. The cat was remarkably capable of taking care of himself on his
own. Nefret scratched Anubis behind the ears, ready to take a quiet moment to
herself.
"Those arrogant basterds!"
Mozenrath stormed through the door, his turban askew, his eyes blazing, and the
look on his face reminiscent of an exploding volcano.
"What’s wrong love?" Nefret said as Anubis slunk off to avoid
the wrath.
"Those generals that’s what!
Chroias gave them their assignment s for training the troops and when I went to
see how they were getting along, I come to find out their all off on some
errand." Mozenrath growled angrily. "Their planning. I know it, it's
exactly what I would do in their situation. Wait till I get my hands on those
infidels."
Nefret grabbed Mozenrath around the
shoulders and bent him back into her lap. "Hush now. Perhaps they are just
discussing how best to accomplish their new jobs."
"And I'm a holy priest."
Mozenrath snorted but allowed Nefret to massage his temples. "I just don't
like it. I've got the Hawks' following them around every bend, but even they
can't be everywhere at once."
"They can't, but perhaps I
can." Chroias walked into the room. "I've already taken it upon
myself to employ a few of the less savory characters that come with the
building of a
"You know, I'm beginning to
believe that this is the true reason Sultans have courtesans." Mozenrath
joked lightly and was rewarded with a hug from both women. "You have no
idea how much I have missed being with the two of you."
For a moment, the two women thought
he was implying something, but when they looked up in his face they saw only
the complete honesty. They had had time for chatting and a quick kiss in the
hallways, but beyond that...Mozenrath usually fell asleep in the lab, searching
for ways to regain his power. Chroias had her nose buried so deeply in keeping
national security secure she was practically wearing guard clothing. And Nefret
had found the once lost role of priestess consuming her so fast she was
surprise she hadn't seen a vision of Hathor yet.
"Well..."Chroias gave
Nefret a slow, daring look. "It has been some time."
Nefret grinned impishly. "Yes,
and we haven’t been treating our lord and master with due respect." she
pushed her arms lightly down the front of his chest as Chroias began kissing
from his belly button down.
Mozenrath bit down on his lip as the
attentions slowly grew more intimate. "But...I thought you two didn..." his mouth was silenced as Chroias and Nefret
closed his mouth with their own.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tristram gather little baby Melopomene in her arms and kissed her curly haired head.
She didn't know why, but she had the suspicion that her baby was in danger here
somehow. She hadn't told anyone, not even Apepe, a little afraid that her
husband would dismiss the premonition as motherly worries. But she just felt...
Sighing to herself, Tris closed her
eyes and began to wind the magic around herself and her child. She was going to
protect the baby, no matter what. And if she was wrong, then the baby would
still be protected.
Chapter 399 (by Nefret)
The royal family met at the breakfast table that next morning. Zak caught the strange smile on his fathers face and decided it would be a wise idea not to ask. Trist held the cooing baby with a proud smile. Dameon was clinging to Zak’s side and watching the baby, slowly putting a hand to her own stomach. Dameon was still convinced she was pregnant, it was still to early to tell however. Apepe rolled a grape around his plate with a far away expression. Both royal women were suppressing giggles as they engaged Mozenrath in a game of footsie under the table. And such was their breakfast.
When all was eaten and it was time to head to daily duties Apepe caught his sister just outside the door. “Neffie, I need to talk to you.”
Nef slipped her arm around his and dragged him along. “Then walk with me, I have to see the religious leaders.”
Apepe pulled his sister closer then normal, the normally carefree boy was now very somber. “I shouldn’t have been at the breakfast table this morning, but I needed to see that everyone was alright.”
Nefret chuckled a bit and hugged his arm. “Of course you should have been at the table! You’re part of this family now, and so am I.”
Apepe pulled her into the darkness held between two columns. “No, it was dangerous for me to be seen with you all.” He sighed and scratched his head. “I know in the past that I shied away from associating with the royal family. Mostly because of that bastered…. Yes I know dear sister, you love him now. But I don’t forgive him so easily…. And I think down in your heart you don’t either.” He hazarded the guess and was rewarded with a quick huff. “The other reason is because I’m not comfortable with all this pomp and circumstance! I’m use to the streets and a rowdy dirty crowd. That’s why even after being with Trist and having the baby I stayed in the streets and way from the Citadel so much. Now I fear it’s gotten me in trouble.”
Nefret nodded. She’d noticed that her brother was nowhere to be found most of the time. “What trouble?”
Apepe looked around quickly and pulled her closer. “The other night, I had just gone into the servants quarters to get away from the baby crying, just for a few moments of peace! I wanted to fit in, I thought if I looked like the servants maybe I could get into a good game of cards… so I took cloths of a stable boy in exchange for my own. I admit that I was looking a bit rough, with the baby and all I’ve just been to tried to get up early and shave, and I’d been playing around the horses.” He tried to explain while rubbing the whiskers forming on his jaw.
“Yes, you’re not quite looking like yourself Peppy.” Nef chuckled and ruffled his messy hair.
“There lies the problem. I was mistaken for a common servant. I was approached by one of the generals. He was recruiting strong young men…. Men who were disgruntled with Mozenrath.” His voice lowered to a hiss.
Nefret’s eyes went wide. “Mozenrath’s fears are true?”
Apepe nodded. “They’re planning a rebellion. I was promised a handsome sum from the treasury if I would keep quiet about it…. And a place in the court if I helped them.”
Nefret’s eyes welled up and she clung to her last remaining relative. “Tell me you didn’t!”
He hugged back. “Neffie, I did.” He put a hand over her mouth and held her back from hitting him.
“You’re supposed to love me! You of all people, my brother, you’re supposed to be true!” Nefret growled out as soon as she escaped his hands.
“But only so I could gather information. So I can keep you all safe! Do you think I’d join a band planning to kill my wife, imprison my sister!?” He growled. Nefret’s eyes went wide in fear. “No, I’m not helping them, I’m just spying. I’m in the fighting unit. They wont tell me anything of their plan. But I’ll see what I can get. But you must understand I’m in grave danger now. If they thought a mole was in their ranks I could be discovered. I’ll need to dress like this, look like this. I’ll need to work in the stables and I can’t be seen with any of you in the public. Understand?” He asked as Nefret looked away. “I know, it will be hard. Just don’t worry. I’m going undercover starting now. Tell Trist for me. But no one else, not yet. I need time to gather information before Mozenrath knows. The second he knew the generals would know, and I’d be done for.”
“Do you have any idea what you’re asking me to do?” Nef’s lips quivered but she gave in. “Peppy, there cant be another war! Not another.”
“You’ve never been afraid to fight.” Apepe smoothed her shoulders.
“Apepe, I’m pregnant.” The news sent a quake through them both. “So I’m going to have to ask you to keep quiet about it as well. If Mozenrath knew he’d protect me, probably send me away. And in times like this we cant be short one man or woman!”
“Alright. I’ll report to you every night, since we both have our secrets.” Apepe kissed her cheek and watched her walk away.
Nefret suddenly turned. “Brother, you don’t like Mozenrath much, do you?” She asked softly. Apepe wouldn’t answer, he only slipped away into darkness.
Chroias sat on the smaller throne next to the one Mozenrath normally occupied. He wasn’t there now, off in his lad doing what he would only call research. The court members were seated and muttering to themselves. As of now there was no current issues to be worked on, but the session was not yet over. Entertainers had been let in to ply their trade. They were currently performing parlor tricks and happily taking any coin they could widdle out of their audience.
Chroias huffed and gave a lop-sided grin. She could perform tricks and feats of magic that would bring the house down…. Literally. Her subjects could quiet plainly see she was a demon, but Chroias felt they often forgot what power she could wield. Just then one person who did remember how powerful she could be walked in the room. Trist and her baby. As a mother Chroias had noticed Trist had been acting a bit strange all day. “Sweetheart, is everything alright?”
Trist shrugged and looked up, Nefret was also coming in from her day of duties to see the closing of the court. With both older women there she safely felt like she could compain. “It’s Apepe. He wasn’t in the room last night. I didn’t see him all that evening. He came to breakfast, didn’t say a word and then just left. I haven’t’ seen him since.” Her lips twitched in worry.
Nefret felt a sense of guilt. She gave her goddaughter a hug and whispered in her ear. “Don’t worry. I know where Apepe is. He will be absent for a while. I cant tell you were or why, but know that I will know.” And that was all she said. Trist walked away from the hug with a worried expression.
“What was that about?” Chroias asked with a sideways glance.
Nef tried to brush it off. “You know my brother. He’ll never grow up. Just like his father.” She gave a small laugh and sat on the chair next to Chroias throne.
“You’re not telling me something. Your not telling me a lot of things.” Chroias pinned the girl with a burning look. “What’s going on?” After a moment of silence, “Are you okay, uncomfortable about last night…”
“What? No!” she laughed casually. “Believe me, in the temples I witness much worse.”
“You and your temple stories. I’m going to have to sit you down one day and get you to tell them to me.” Chroias laughed to, forgetting everything else. Both girls leaned on each other and had a good long, much needed laugh.
~~~~
“Boy! Sppp boy!” a big man called to Apepe as he mucked out a stale. The Egyptian boy shuffled uncomfortably up to him in the darkness. “Phase one goes into effect tonight.”
“Phase one?” He asked, his voice wavering a bit.
“You and three other men will be adding a little something into the Order of the Hawks dinner.” He shoved a bottle into Apepe’s hands.
“Poison?”
“Not lethal. Just enough to make them sick and weaken their forces. At best we can blame it on bad meat. We don’t want to kills such a flock of beauties. They will sell well into the slave market once the kingdom is overthrown.” He elbowed Apepe. Sensing his resistance. “Hey boy, you signed up for this remember? You can’t chicken out now. Just remember all the injustice that bastred Mozenrath has done. Think of how many he’s hurt, and how many families he’s destroyed.”
And for a split second Apepe did think of it. “Alright.” He turned away, getting ready to run to Nefret and tell her, but the strong arm of the man stopped him.
“Where are you going boy? We’re doing this now!”
Chapter 400
(Kalynn)
Apepe stumbled over his long robes as he carried the tainted soup to the Hawks dining area. ‘I should have told Mozenrath or Tris or someone.’ He muttered to himself as he poured the bowls full. One or two of the women looked at him suspiciously, but dismissed their feelings quickly.
His partner in crime was much less nervous about the ordeal than he was. Sitting happily conversing with some of the more attractive ladies as though picking out which ones he would have after the rebellion. Apepe desperately wished for a miracle, praying to any God who might listen.
“Pleas, Ra, Mut, Nut, Shu, Osiris,
Apepe bowed his head continued ladling soup, and started praying again.
“Something’s wrong.” Chroias said, sitting up straight against Mozenrath. They had been taking a moment of spare time with one another while Nefret checked up on the progress of her baby.
“What do you…”Mozenrath suddenly stopped mid sentence as he noted Chroias’s posture. Her head was straight up, her eyes had turned the dark blood red of a battle demon. Even her horns seemed to grow once more and her tail twitch from side to side.
A single Hawk burst in through the doors. “M’lord Mozenrath! M’lord Mozenrath! Lord Alberich’s men are attack urgh!” she stopped mid sentence as a spear pierced through her body, ripping out her heart and throwing her to the ground in a bloody heap.
Mozenrath threw himself from the couch and made for a sword against the parapet. Chroias was airborne in an instant. Her huge wings spread as she dove into the onrushing warriors.
“You basterds didn’t learn well enough the first time!” She yelled out and slashed indiscriminately out. Within seconds Mozenrath was alongside her, his sword hacking anyone who dared too close.
“Nefret! Chroias go get Nefret and tell her to…” That was the last words Mozenrath said before a man with a clever club swung it across the sorcerer’s head, knocking him unconscious to the ground.
“No!” Chroias screamed and dove into the fray. “Nefret.” She whispered, pulling back at the last instant. Mozenrath had screamed for her to protect Nefret. She took off into the air again, hoping that their intention was to capture and not execute on the spot.
She flew through the walls, till she came to the hospital wing where she knew Nefret had gone only to see more fighter rush in through the windows. “Nefret! Neffie if you can hear me than RUN!” she screamed and once again raised her claws in attack form.
Chapter 401 (By Nefret)
The forceful wave of men through every loose crevice of the wing made Chroias pull up and back. She beat her wings for a second and looked around. Nefret was nowhere to be seen, but a scream suddenly rose. The sound couldn’t have been mistaken. Nefret. All of the sudden all the men were receding, heading to other parts of the citadel and behind them they left traces of blood.
Chroias let out a cry suddenly and clasped her hands to her face. As she had not been fast enough for Mozenrath she had also not reached Nefret in time. Anger built in her, her eyes glowed red and every muscle flexed until her skin thinned over the taught ropes. With a howl she tore down the hall in search of the rest of her family and any of those bastereds stupid enough to take her on.
It was to late for Nefret. She had been an easy capture all in all. It was not that she didn’t want to fight them when they came at her, she did, she wanted to grab the scalpels and perform a few skull opening of her own. It was just that she refused to fight. She had lost one child to a beating; she would not loose this one. She could already feel it. Already she could almost sense his personality, his mind. And though it scared her she loved him more than her own life.
Nefret walked along with the men. She did not required being dragged kicking and cursing in her typical fashion. This time the priestess paced with her head high and eyes unafraid. The rebel wore hoods and dark clothing. The closest had put a hand on her back and switched his fingers around. Nefret sneered but did not smack him. The gesture was not harassing or even sexual…. It was comforting.
“We found her, leader.” Of the men called into the dark room they had come to. A bulky man with a heavy gilded sword stepped out. Unlike the others his face was unmasked and instantly recognizable.
Patriskanal grinned and took a look at the prisoner. “Good, that’s two down.” He came and stroked Nefret’s hair. “Hello sweetie.”
Nefret smiled and sunk a row of teeth into his hand. “Hello.” She said bluntly as he pulled his hand away with a howl.
“Bitch!” the rebel leader growled and grasped her arm, pulling her into a rough embrace. “I’ll have to teach you better, your’ on my keep list you know.” He grinned as if it was an honor. His hands moved over her body then stopped on her stomach. His face fell as he pushed her into a pool of light. She was starting to show. “Damn.” He whispered lowly, but then smiled again. “The sultan’s child I suppose? I was going to let you live, no better way to conquer a king and take his place in the peoples eyes then and gain his women. But you carry an heir to the old family; he’d be competition for the throne to me if I let him live… If I let you live.” He kissed the dazed Nefret’s forehead. “Goodbye dear. Who will take care of her for me?”
The man who had caressed Nefret’s back came forward, bowed and started to take Nefret away. “No no, I want to see the job done.” Patriskanal called out.”
The masked man stiffened and swallowed hard, through the slits in the mask his eyes fixed on Nefret. Suddenly he pushed her against the wall, his hands on her throat. Nefret struggled, his fingers had found just a spot that was draining the blood from her head, and she felt dizzy but was able to breath in and out unobstructed. “Go down easy Neffie.” The man whispered.
In her dazed state Nefret recognized the voice and eyes as familure. “Daddy?”
The man’s eyes softened. “No, but close.” He whispered and she went out. “I’ll take her body away.”
Apepe carried the limp body of Nefret down the darkened halls. Her heartbeat and breathing was fine, he had checked. The baby has also seemed fine. Down in the servent's quarters Apepe stripped his sister of her crown and jewels and replaced her cloths with those of a kitchen maid, a turban over her hair.
With her he left a note he’d had composed by a literate servant the night before. “Dear sister. I will work to make things right. I will make things right for all of us.” Then her left her to wake on her own and go into hiding, if she was smart she would go into hiding
~~~~~
Chroias had found the children and together they made a fordomiable team against the rebels. Chroias and her children’s powers, and Dameons determination and sword play training. Together they were laying waste to their attackers, but they were slowly being worn down. Some of the servants and all the slaves of the kingdom had joined Patrisknal’s army. Now they were all working to take down the last rendmants of the royal family in the ballroom.
“Where are Father and Auntie?” Zak yelled over the din of battle.
“Captured and well… hopefully that’s all.”
“And Apepe, have you seen him?” Trist begged between bursts of power.
“No.” was her simple answer. As if by magic the enemy army was falling away. Evidently word had come to the back lines and was moving to the forefront. The room was almost empty. Only Chroias and the children stood in the middle, panting.
“Your majesties.” A deep voice addressed them from an overhead balcony. “I just thought you might want to know, we have your king. He is unhurt, for the moment. I regret to tell you the consort is dead. Now, put down your swords and come to the throne room. If you do this I shall show you mercy, as you did to me.” He hissed just a bit on the last part. “I will let you have your lives and give you a modest but nice living on an island far away from here.”
“Banishment! Imprisonment! Is that your offer!?” Chroias growled. “And after you tell me…. Tell me Nefret is dead?!” Chroias felt the tears escape her eyes, it could not be helped. “You want us to be nice and surrender?”
“Is it not better than the alternive?” He looked pointedly at the children and then motioned. A small servant boy came forward with a bundle. “Is it not negotiable?” Patrisknal asked as he took the baby and leaned it dangerously close to the edge of the balcony.
“Alright!” Chroias screamed. “Alright.” She said again lowly.
“Good.” Patrisknal smiled and handed the baby to the boy and whispered lowly to the boy. “Tell the army executions take place in the throne room.”
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Nefret woke on an uncomfortable servants cot. She looked at her filthy clothing and felt the turban on her head. “Apepe. My dear brother.” She was momentarily overcome with sisterly love. He’d saved her. Then she found the note. Reading over it a sudden terror rushed her. “No, Apepe, you wouldn’t. You wouldn’t!” she gasped and took off and out the door.
Chapter 402 (Chroias)
Mozenrath checked the iron chains around his wrists and looked up at the guards outside his door. “If you idiots had any idea what my Queen is going to do to you when she discovers where I am, you would run screaming from this place.” He muttered.
“Ha! You don’t scare us sorcerer. Your powerless and we both know it.” One of the guards laughed and threw a rotten apple on Mozenrath’s head. Both men laughed and Mozenrath solemnly promised never to allow mercy to an enemy again.
A hand suddenly grabbed around his throat. “Prepare to meet you’re fate. Mozenrath turned to see the father of his grandchild was cloaked in a black garb and of Apepe staring into his.
Mozenrath spun around to see the face of Apepe. The father of his grandchild was wielding a large dagger and looking at him with a glare of hatred. “What…how…why?”
“Because. Because of everything you’ve ever done. First you kidnap my sister, turning her into your slave. Then you impregnate her with your child, despite that you already have wife. You’ve done everything possible to prevent me from being with Tris.” Apepe grabbed the sorcerer around the neck and pulled him ford. “I’ve thought about this long and hard Mozenrath.”
“Have you though about what Tris will do when she finds out about your betrayal.” Mozenrath struggled against his son-in-law.
“I have. Don’t worry Mozenrath. I love your daughter more than anything else. I won’t betray her by doing this.” Apepe assured him and raised his dagger high.
Nefret ran down the halls, trying to figure out where they might have stashed Mozenrath. A sudden cramp came over her stomach and she groaned, leaned against wall, and tried to think. “Oh Hathor no…please no. Not after we’ve come so far.” Nefret stood with all her strength and clutched two things close. The child in her stomach, and the amulet of Hathor.
“Please, Hathor, my Patron Goddess, protect my child. Take my life in price if you must but please keep my child and my loves safe.” Nefret prayed and began to sneak into the kitchen for a knife.
Chroias growled at her captors, her eyes glowing fiercely, her wings still poised to smack anyone who came to near. Chains bolted to the floor held her, Dameon, Zak, and Trist down. The demoness hadn’t given up on Mozenrath, he had to be alive somewhere, Patriskanal certainly would have thrown it in their face if he was dead.
Dameon struggled in his chains. “Maybe I can convince Patriskanal to let you all go if I agree to go back to my fathers lands.”
“Like Hell you will.” Chroias and Zak both said. “Dameon I won’t allow us to become separated from one another.” Chroias snarled and again tried to pull the chains lose. “We beat Alberich fair and square. I’ll be damned if we can’t take his little minion.”
“I am no minion!” General Patriakanal appeared from the shadows, flanked by three guards on either side. Each one’s face covered with a cloak. “Now who do we have hear? Beside’s the High Queen herself I can’t remember having ever met you three.”
Patriskanal walked over to Deameon. “Well I stand corrected. Your majesty Deameon.” Patriskanal gave a low bow. “Your father will thank me greatly when I return you to the homeland.”
“Oh will he? I’m not so sure he’ll be proud to discover I carry the child of this lands future Sultan.” Deameon stood, proud and defiant, against his fathers General.
“Do you. And I thought that purple haired wench was the only one with child.” Pariskanal scratched his chin in thought. “Oh well, I’m sure my personal surgeon will be able to remedy that, especially since you haven’t begun to show yet.”
“You filthy bastard! If you lay one hand on my child I swear I’ll gut you through your rectum!” Zakurum screamed out as Deameon clutched his belly.
“If you touch the child of my son I can promise you a fate in Hell worse than any imaginable by your pathetic mind!” Chroias yelled, coming to her sons defense. “Remember this Patriskanal, I am a demoness. I am immortal. You may take Nefret’s life, you may even take that of my husband, but my life, and that of my two children, will be a great deal more difficult.”
“So I expected.” Patriskanal waved his hand. “There are cures for such things, I am sure of it. Until then, I’m sure you and you son will find yourselves comfortable in the torture section of the dungeon.” He gestured to his men. “Deameon will of course not be permitted to wallow in such filth. Take him to a proper room and call my surgeon.” Finally, as Chroias and Deameon were being dragged away, the General turned to Tristram.
“And you my lovely young lady. Perhaps you would care to join me in my private quarters.” He traced the line of Tris’s chin and smiled greasily.
Tris turned her dark eyes on his and suddenly the ground under them shifted. Tris’s hairs stood on end as she focused her powers and let it fly, shattering anything glass or fragile near-by.
Man of them men began to panic, but the general stood silent. “I would stop that m’dear, unless you want your baby to be seen smashed upon the pavement.” He signaled and the boy holding the baby and the bundle was raised high.
Tris growled much like her mother and loosened her powers. The feeling of the air changed and Tris’s hair fell back into place.
“Much better.” Patriskanal brought forth one of the hooded men. “Take this lovely young lady to my chambers and see that she is made, presentable.”
The man bowed and took Tris’s chains, leading her away.
“Your master will find having me in his bed more dangerous then he expects.” Tris spat out distastefully.
“Oh I dunnknow. I always found you a very magnificent lover.”
Tris turned with a look of shock as the man threw back his hood. “Apepe!” he whispered breathlessly. He threw her arms around him, kissing his handsome face over and over again. That was when she noticed the blood on his robes. “Apepe…what..whats happened?
Zak and Chroias were lead down to the dungeon halls. One of the men leading them snickered. “Be nice demon lady, and I just might loosen them chains a bit.” He prompted. “Here’s the cell your lovers in, have nice last night together.”
He threw them both in the cell. The moment she landed, Chroias rounded and launched herself at the door, snarling and trying to get a claw on the guard. “Filthy bastards!” She screamed. “Mozenrath, Mozenrath love are you in here?” she called out.
“Mother…look.” Zak pointed to a pool of blood congealing on the floor.
Chroias felt her heart break in two. “No! Please Gods in
Chroias looked up to see two guards hanging from the ceiling, both with dagger wounds in the back of their heads, dripping blood onto the floor.
Directly above them, was a passage in the ceiling.
Chapter 403 (by Nefret)
Mozenrath panted as he tried to keep up with Apepe. The boy had saved him, killed the guards and helped him though the passage overhead, admittedly Moze was still a little woozy from the slight knock to his head. The sorcerer contemplated the boy’s face for a moment. When Apepe had reviled himself in Patriskanal’s army uniform he was sure the boy was traitorous. For a moment he hated the boy, now he was slightly admiring.
Apepe had almost been a traitor. He would never admit it, even in later years to himself, but when he saw Mozenrath taken out in chains he felt a certain self-righteous satisfaction. For a moment, just a moment Apepe had considered going with the flow and letting the cards fall as they may. That was until Patrisknal had asked him to kill Nefret, and to take Trist to his bedroom. If that was where the cards would land Apepe may just have to cheat and rig the game.
“What’s going on out there?” Mozenrath demanded when Apepe slowed to a stop. “What’s happening to my family.”
Apepe gave him a gruff look and slid open the small passageway in the hall he’d hidden Tristram in. The girl smiled calmly and clasped her father so close he nearly couldn’t breath. Mozenrath hugged her back, cradling her head to his shoulder.
“I’ll answer you father.” Trist’s face fell but she remained calm. “Mother and Zak, along with Daemon of course, have been taken captive.” She stopped to allow for Mozenrath’s growl.. “Mother and Zak have no doubt been thrown in that nasty dungeon you keep. Daemon was taken to a secure room to wait for the surgeon.” She emphasized the last word and Mozenrath, grimly, understood. “As for me, I was, well I sadly have no other way to put it, rescued by Apepe. He was so brilliant to go undercover in the enemy army!” She hugged him. Mozenrath and Apepe shared a look and the boy gave a sheepish grin.
“Knowing the stereotypical nature of Patiskanal he’ll wait for dawn to start any executions. Chroias and Dameon will be safe for at least 8 more hours. All in all its’ the surgeon part that bothers me. He’s “saving” Daemons reputation as well as eliminating heirs to my throne…… Heirs, that reminds me, you didn’t mention where Nefret was….. Has Patriskanal also taken her to be seen by the good doctor?” He was already forming plans of rescue.
Trist looked sorry. “No father. Patriskanal didn’t bother with such methods. Nefret is dead.”
“What!?” Mozenrath’s voice boomed through the narrow hallway, shaking the overhead lamps.
Apepe clamped a hand over his mouth before the sorcerer could yell again. “You’ll give us away! Cool down Mozenrath. Nefret is alive and well. I left her in the servant’s quarter. We just have to find her.”
“Oh.” Moze said quietly when his mouth was released. “I see… well… um… yes.. Don’t scare me like that again Trist darling.” Mozenrath said quietly and started to walk briskly down the hall.
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Chroias popped heads up though the end of the passageway. It had opened up in the southern wing of the citadel. Funny, she had lived here so long and didn’t even know half the Citadel’s secrets. She pulled herself up and Zak appeared after her. The female demon sniffed the air.
“What is it mother?” Zak whispered.
“I smell him, he came this way. Along with…” She took another sniff. “Apepe!” She seemed surprised as she followed the sent down the hall. “It seems Trist joined them right about here.”
“Oh thanks the gods!” Zak put hand to his heart. ‘What do we do now mother? We need to get Dameon!”
“Yes I agree.” She stopped for a moment. “If I know your father he’s thinking the exact same thing. Now, Patrisknal is preparing Dameon for that surgeon. He’d have put her in a comfortable bedroom. One with a bathroom in it…” She thought for a moment. “Of course I know just which room!” She grabbed Zak’s hand and drug him along.
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Apepe pushed Mozenrath almost forcibly behind a pillar as a leg of the army came stomping down the halls with one man on a stretcher. “What happened to him brother?” Apepe leaned against the pillar with a cool calm look.
“Just a little scratch from that demon bitch.” One officer sighed. “Just a scratch, but he wont stop crying, baby.” He spat. “We have to drag his sorry rump now to the infirmary. I think he just wants to see the pretty servant women.”
“Servant women… oh yes. I might just fake an injury to see them too!” he joked as the soldiers passed.
It didn’t take long for Apepe to run to the infirmly. Sure enough Nefret had been cow tailed into helping the enemy soldiers. Well she really wasn’t helping. She sat beside the bedsides, adjusting her turban and dosing them with an abundance of distilled water, which didn’t do them any good, but the soldiers didn’t know that.
As soon as Apepe had pulled Nefret into the room where Mozenrath waited she was gripped solidly and held hard. Mozenrath embraced her until she gave a small choking sound. “Are you okay? Are you hurt? What has that bastered done? Oh the baby!” He suddenly put a hand on her stomach.
“Everything is fine.” Nefret smiled and kissed him. “There’s no way I’m giving up this one!” She whispered when Mozenrath let go of her lips.
“Right you are!” Mozenrath picked her up, though she struggled. “For once Nef, just let yourself be carried! Now then. We have to make a short stop in Agrabah and then we’ll have this place under control in no time!”
“Good.” Trist nodded firmly. “I have business there anyways.”
Chapter 404 (Chroias)
Mozenrath lead both daughter and lover down the dark allies of the Land of the Black Sand. The only section of the city that Patriskanal’s guards were afraid to enter were the unfinished buildings of the eastern section. Mozenrath kept Nefret close to him, practically carrying her whenever they had to move fast. Tris kept up with excellent speed, using her powers to block passages they might be spotted in.
“Moze…” Nefret whispered as they stopped to rest for a moment. “When…we get to Agrabah…” Nefret suddenly clutched Mozenrath’s shirt as her brow was dotted with sweat.
Mozenrath put a gentle finger to her lips. “When we reach Agrabah you will stay there until I can be sure that Patriskanal’s little horde is destroyed.” Mozenrath picked her up again as they moved through a back ally and headed for the public stables.
It wasn’t until it was too late that Mozenrath saw the five guards, each carrying staffs with what looked to be anti-magic metal used for their blades, heading their way. “No.” Mozenrath grabbed Nefret and began to run full speed, towards the stables. Tris kept pace with her father until she saw a chunk of mortar lying on its side. She flung it after the guards with her magic growled as they dodged and continued after them.
“Get ‘em Hanta.” One of them called and Mozenrath had to control his fall when a pair of weighted ropes wound around his legs. He landed on his back, Nefret clutching her stomach and looking for something to defend them with.
The minuet the guards reached them, Nefret pulled out an emerald studded gold and pearl dagger. “Here.” She thrust it at them. “Please, let us go.” She whispered and Mozenrath clutched her arm, preparing to give his life if the offer was refused.
The guard picked up the dagger and smiled, an odd sort of smile, and began to laugh. “Your, majesties, we’ve been scouring the streets for you for nearly three hours.” The voice sounded strongly deep, as though the person was having problems keeping it that way.
“I didn’t know Patriskanal knew we had disappeared.” Tris said coarsely.
“OH he doesn’t. And by the time we’re done it won’t matter.” Before Mozenrath could react, the guard threw the hood off to reveal the dark face of an Ethiopian woman, beautiful, in a deadly sort of way. She turned to the other four and each removed their hoods, showing their female faces. The Ethiopian in the lead pulled down her cloak part way and the silver badge of the Order of the Hawks met Mozenrath’s relieved eyes.
“I am Najah of the Order of the Hawks my lord, and we are quite thankful to see you and you fellows in good health. Is the rest of the Royal House doing well?” Najah inquired.
“I can only hope.” Mozenrath said. “This is my consort and advisor Nefret Anuxsanamoon. She is with child and I cannot risk her health. My daughter Tris’s child has been captured by Patriskanal and he is holding the girl hostage. My wife and son are still in the Palace searching for his lover.”
“I will send word to those who chose to look for you there.” Najah said. “Have faith that your guards did not desert you Lord Mozenrath. We were drugged by Patriskanal’s men, only a few of us who had immunities to such things made it out. The rest are being held in the dungeon, waiting for Patriskanal to sell them in to slavery.”
One of the women, a blond who looked to be half Odiferan, spoke. “The bastards think top sell our sisters, they have another thing coming.”
“Worse, Patriskanal is about to let his men have first pick of them.” Another, with reddish gold hair and hawkish features spat on the ground. “Jaja and her group in the palace are searching for them too.”
“First thing is first ladies, we need to get his majestie’s women to this Agrabah.” Najah helped Nefret up and handed her dagger back. “MY Lord we are your to command.” Najah and the others gave a deep, respectful bow.
Deameon lay on the operating table, tears streaming down her beautiful face. The doctor would be in any moment, and then he would take Zakuram’s children from him. Anger rushed through Deameon’s body. She pulled at the restraints and yelled out in pure rage. Already she could hear that damned doctor’s footsteps coming down the hallways. She jerked again and again at the restraints as she saw the door open and the doctor walk in.
He bowed in an odd manor and looked up at Deameon. “Forgive me my Prince.” He said and reached to a drawer, pulling out several objects which would have looked more in place in a torture chamber. “I am ashamed for what I must do to you.” He pulled the tray over and began to remove Deameon’s pants.
“Doctor Gegroi?” Deameon said with sudden recognition. “Doctor Gegroi…you birthed me.” He whispered, and nearly broke down into tears once again. “Please…please don’t take my baby! Please for the love of the Thousand Gods don’t take my child!”
Chroias had the same luck as he lover and meet up with the Hawks who had escaped. Jaja, their group leader, looked barley old enough to be herding sheep. She had long brown hair and crisp, clear gray eyes that always darted about when they came to a dark corner. She wielded the sword in her hand like a very extension of her arm and even Chroias was impressed.
“I have had an eye on things m’lady. They have taken Deameon to the surgery room, down near the north corridor. If we hurry, maybe we can beat the doctor.” She said and they hurried down the way.
The moment Chroias rounded the corner, they met with nearly thirteen guard, each one a defiant block in the way between the and the surgery room.
Chroias didn’t even think, she didn’t want to think. Her eyes glowed the dark ruby red of fresh blood, her claws grew to an amazing length, her battle wings spread enough to fill the corridor. With the most feral roar any had ever heard out of her, she flung herself into the onslaught of guards and began ripping into their hides.
Chapter 405 (by Nefret)
Zak had to take a step back and a moment to compose himself. The boy wasn’t lacking in the bravery department despite the taunting he’d received from some of Patriskanal’s guards for what he was. It was just that, well he’d never really seen his mother in full demon form. He’d held witness to the (seemingly more than average) battles they had fought, but even then it didn’t require all the rage hell could put out. It must have been the fact that almost all her loved one’s had been ripped away from her to unknown destinations. Perhaps it was because her granddaughter was in the arms of that bastered, or because her daughter might also be in that basterds arms. But more than likely it was all three.
The order of the hawks took out their fair share but Chroias was their tour de force.
Before it was all over one guard could not be recognized from another and it was unlikely they would ever be put back together again. Chroias had been cut a few times and shocked with anti magic but she had, on the large part, faired a lot better.
Six guards remained on their feet, panting and wondering what to do next. Chroias stood to full height, dripping and snarling. “If I were you I’d run to your son of a dung beetle leader and tell him I want him to turn his yellow hid and run!”
They did just that.
Zak was picking though the fallen collecting weapons. Kindly he let his mother come down before he addressed her. “I think I understand why father fell for you.” He joked. They all gave a little cynical smile and rolled their eyes.
“As I was saying, my queen, we have to hurry to save the young masters woman.”
Chroias didn’t even respond, only walk over the fallen soldiers in the direction they had been going before being rudely interrupted. The surgery was taking place just where she had thought it would. The Demon burst in, splintering the door and sending the occupants into sharp squeals.
Dameon recovered from her shock first and gave a joyful smile. Even if the demon had cut close on time. The doctor now stood in the middle of the room near the bed, a scalpel in hand and as frozen look of horror on his face. He didn’t even move when Chroias approached him.
“I’ll kill you bastered!” Zak yelled as he bolted at the doctor, past his mother.
“Wait.” Chroias breathed and stopped him. “Are you important?” She addressed the doctor. “Are you important?” She asked again, this time grabbing the doctor’s shirt and shaking him.
He snapped out of his shock and started cringing. “I’m the royal family doctor. They trust no one more with their well being.”
“Good.” Chroias hit him over the head hard enough to put him out. “We’ll keep his one. For insurance.”
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Mozenrath burst into the throne room trying, not very successfully, to sweep Nefret into his arms. “I’m fine Moze, I’m…. I’m fine.” Nefret smiled and instead took his arm. They walked up to Aladdin with as much regal pomp and circumstance as possible.
Aladdin took one look at them before his head fell into his hands. “Another battle Mozenrath? Another attempted seizure of your kingdom?! How many men in this world are after you and your barren patch of land!?”
“Quite a few it appears. What can I say, when you have it all people are bound to get jealous.” Mozenrath breezed. “You were once always after me. Proves a point. Not jealous are you Al old boy?”
Aladdin’s face reddened. “No.” He managed before looking to Nefret. He hadn’t seen her in quite some time. Consort life seemed to be treating her well, she was putting on a few…… “More of them?” The hero’s eyes went wide when he realized what Nefret’s swollen stomach must mean. “First a grand baby now another child of your own? If they all grow up to be like you I’ll have to….. make ten of me!”
Genie popped up. “You know Al, in the year 2025 that will be possible. Cloning, invest now.” He winked and his eyes happened to slide towards the pair standing at the food of the throne. “Whoa! Neffie baby! I mean Neffie, baby!” The blue lug appeared a few inches from the girls belly and plastered his face to it. “Hello little guy. Who’s a prodigy child from hell? Yes you! You’ll grow up to be an evil evil little sorcerer wont you?” Nefret growled and looked about to hit him, but he put his ear to her stomach and pulled back suddenly. “A beautiful baby.” He suddenly said without a joke and walked away blinking slightly.
Aladdin has been slowing smiling thought this conversation. “Well if I take in one of your prodigy then how can I refuse another, and more pleasantly Nefret. And the lovely Trist.” The hero smile seemed to glint suddenly.
Nefret smiled in return and Mozenrath suddenly stepped in front of her. “Yes yes Al, you’re so kind and generous. I’m indebted…. Really.” He was of course being sarcastic. “I don’t ask for your help with my battle. I can manage fine without you thank you. But, I wondered if you might take in my daughter and lover. Trist is a worried mother and Nefret, as you can see, is with child. My child.” He seemed to add as an afterthought and gave a proud boosting smile.
“I am not a worried mother. I know perfectly well where my child is, and I know she’s safe.” Trist smiled when Moze looked back at her.
“Yes moze. Didn’t you know? Your daughter brought her child to be safeguarded her a few days back. Didn’t you know? The one at the Citadel is a mirage.” Al seemed please to catch his old rival unaware.
“Hum…. Yes of course I know what goes on in my own household!” Moze lied.
“My love, I hate to break up the testosterone battle, but you really need to get back and help my brother and the multitude of others fighting to keep you on the throne.”
Moze looked at Nefret and seemed to hesitate, half reaching out to touch the swell of her stomach. “Promise you won’t run into battle. Promise you’ll stay here.”
“I can’t do anything but. I promise.”
He hesitated yet again, kissed his daughter and vanished back his own land.
As soon as he was gone Nefret grabbed Tristram for support. She smiled when the girl looked alarmed. “I’ve been in labor for a few minuets. I didn’t want to tell you’re father, he’d….. flip.”
Aladdin panicked and before long everyone was running into the throne room. As Nefret was lead away by midwives she contemplated the situation. It was not time for the baby. She had only been pregnant about five months. Yes it had been five months since they battled lord Alberich and won. Maybe it was the stress and she was miss carrying again. That thought was terrifying but fleeting. It didn’t feel like it did last time she miss carried. This felt different, it felt right. The other possibility was… well it had been almost exactly nine months since she conceived her first child. Mozenrath had donated his magical blood and well… there was still the fact she had asked Hathor to help her have another child. Perhaps her first child had been replaced exactly has he had been. Or perhaps he’d just come back…
Chapter 406 (By Chroias)
Nefret sighed as a servant showed her to a private room. Her belly had a strange feeling around it as she allowed herself a moments relaxation. Tris entered, carrying small Melpomene in her arms, cooing to the child gently. “Yes, you missed your mommy didn’t you? Yes you did.” She tickled the child and the baby giggled. “Aladdin said they kept Mel with their son Ali. Apparently the two got along famously.”
Nefret smiled and winced painfully. Tris looked to her aunt with a worried face and sat down beside her. “Auntie…are you…”
“Tris…get a doctor.” Nefret managed to get out as her water broke and the first wave of contractions hit her.
Aladdin seethed with worry as he watched a doctor rush into the women’s rooms. “I thought I had control over this.” He muttered. When Mozenrath had taken Nefret back with him after getting the mirror, he had all but convinced himself that Nefret would return to Agrabah to visit now and then. But then she had never visited once in six months. Of course he wouldn’t put it past Mozenrath to threaten until Nefret was to frightened to leave. But now she had appeared pregnant with that foul sorcerer’s child. Not only that, but she seemed a great deal meeker than before. It wasn’t like Nefret to refuse to fight or at the very least to snap sarcastically at her “Master.”
He had spoken with Jasmine, only to have her smile knowingly. “Wasn’t I the same when I became pregnant with Ali? Didn’t I stop helping you rescue Getzistan from the Cyclops or destroy the lava ruby of Padagona?” He kissed her. In part, Aladdin knew her happiness was due to the fact that Nefret was now firmly ‘taken’.
But was she? Surly Mozenrath hadn’t forced pregnancy on her to keep his hated enemys hands off her. Oh he wouldn’t put it past that jackal! No matter the news of the Black Sands prospering or the way their Lord treated his subjects with respect and a firm hand. He simply could not see how a man like Mozenrath made a suitable ruler for a kingdom.
Nefret breathed rapidly as someone wearing a silky scarlet robe walked into the room. “First time I’ve ever seen a doctor wearing silks to a birthing. You may….augh…” she paused as contraction hit her body. “ may wanna change.”
The person turned suddenly as though they had only realized she was in the room. “Quae?” he said in a strongly masculine voice.
Nefret panicked. “Umm sir you must have the wrong…PLACE!” Nefret gripped her stomach as a hard contraction hit her belly. As much pain as she was in, the same thought kept returning into her mind. ~There’s a man in the birthing room! There’s a man in the birthing room.~ With horror she realized he was coming closer, watching her from under his red hood with a certain curiosity. “P-please go away.” She whispered.
The man smiled. “Forgive me young Egyptian, but you are exactly the person I wanted to talk with. I apologize that I have interrupted you at such a preoccupied time slot, but my information said nothing of your current state.” He reached down and placed a soft, strong hand over her stomach. Nefret felt a shudder cover her being and suddenly the pain of contractions became distant.
“Wha…what?” She whispered and watched as the man showed his face. “Mozenrath!” she called out.
The man laughed in a voice like an angel and pulled off the rest of the hood. Not Mozenrath..not quite. His hair was black with long silvery streaks of age. His face was lean and handsome with only a few wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth. “Forgive me beautiful one, I assume the child in your belly is my sons?” He smiled. “Please, point me to the direction of the Land of the Black Sand.”
Nefret’s mouth went slack and her eyes wide. She pointed vaguely in the correct direction and the man nodded. “Thank you…Nefret I believe it is.” He turned back to her one last time. “I know what you are afraid of. I need to tell you that you will be here, alive and well, when your child is born, you will nurse him from your breast, you will teach him to walk, you will watch as he learns magick. You have a soul too strong to die Nefret, and it has made your baby powerful.” And with that he disappeared in a glow of golden light.
Chapter 407 (by Nefret)
“Interesting.”
One of the seven said. The other’s nodded. Each of the seven woman were
identical. The same clothing, face, and the same headdress adorning their
heads, a set of cattle horns holding the precious disk of Ra, the sun. “We are
the seven Hathors, we are the fates of
“The man seems to know things only we should. He knows the fate we gave to his Egyptian 19 years ago. I wonder how much he knows…”
“You cant fool me, sister, for we have the same mind.” Another of the Hathors suddenly stepped forward and touched the mirror they were looking through unto the small room in Agrabah. “We are worried he also sees into the heart of the child.”
All at once they looked up, in unison, “This was to be our secret.”
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The glow took shape not far out of the Citadel. It was noticed by two of Patriskanal’s guards. With an angry growl they charged at the thing. Mozenrath’s father smiled and cast his hand out, freezing them. “I thought so.” He smirked and investigated them. “He’s in a lot of trouble. Well just a chip off the old block.” The regal man walked away with a dignified gate, snapping his fingers as he went the frozen guards suddenly evaporated into flame and smoke.
He had been keeping an eye on things for a little time now, it was only now, when he saw his son was over his head did he dare to rear his. Mozenrath was out of magic, and that was something that he did not like to see in his family, especially not in his own prodigy. The boy had done well for himself, the man observed as he made a straight path up to the citadel doors and then through them, taking out all those who dared to take him on with a snap of his fingers. Mozenrath had build himself a rather impressive kingdom, even if he wasn’t keeping a good hold on it. He was after all new at it all. Beyond that he had heard of a queen worthy of envy, two children and a granddaughter. Another vast blessing was on it’s way. This other woman, the one he had just observed held something within her so mysterious and wonderful he could not quite grasp the implications of it’s birth. It was a healthy human baby, but it held the same ora he held himself, a vast and very old power. Only this was…. Ten fold.
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Mozenrath would never give up, not on his family, not on his kingdom, not on his people! Yet at the moment it looked pretty helpless. By the time he had gotten back from agrabah, Apepe in tow, he found Chroias and Zak in the middle of an ever enclosing circle of armed men. The remaining order of the hawk were doing their best, but with all those who had been injured and those who were knocked out by poison, only a select few were left.
“Mozenrath!” Chroais cried and took a moment to embrace him as he swung into the middle of the fighting from a rope tied securely to a balcony above. “Taking leasons from Aladdin?” She joked and tested the rope.
Moze’s lip stiffened. “Never!” He hissed indignantly. “I hope you know I’ll get you back for that implication. But right now dear, let’s get out buts out of the preverbal fire.” He hoisted her up onto the rope. “Apepe is waiting up on the balcony for us!” He called before motioning for Zak to follow his mother up. The boy hesitated, swung his sword into the enclosing circle of enemies a few more times and broke into a run for the rope.
“Huryy!” Apepe called from the balcony. As he helped Chroias over the edge to safety.
Seeing that his queen was safe and his son practically out of danger Mozenrath called to the three Hawk guards. “Climb!” He ordered.
They shook their heads violently and kept fighting, calling over the roar of men, “You first lord!”
“Allah!” he cursed. He was a king now, and even Mozenrath knew what that meant. Quickly he grabbed the sword of a guard that looked about to drop from exhaustion. Taking her place in battle he shoved her towards the rope. But she put up a fight. “Just go!” he would call and she would protest and reach for her weapon as Moze fumbled to wield it. The ensuing confusion was massive.
“Who’s that!” Apepe’s voice suddenly broke out from the balcony. It brought everything to a sudden halt, even patriskanal’s army. Maybe it was the awe and fear in the boy’s voice.
At the door way stood a calm figure of a man in red silk robes. Even before they turned to him the opposing army fell.
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Nefret fell limp against the pillow with a small tired and pained smile on her face. Her curls were limp, face shiny with sweat, clothing simple, and yet she was the most beautiful woman in the world at that moment. Nefret took a deep breath as a cry broke out in the room. Quietly she rearranged her cover and held out her arms to receive her child.
“Hello little one.” She cooed. The baby wriggled a moment in her arms and blinked up at her. He was a beautiful boy, with skin the color of warm sand, eyes like dark pools, lips full and round, and a smooth crown shaded with the beginning of black hair with a sheen of plum. “I’ve been waiting for you.” She kissed his forehead.
The door opened and seven very lovely maids entered the room. Carefully one mopped Nefret’s forehead while the others covered her with a sheet and touched the baby in turn. “This child is a beautiful boy, he shall be loved by his people.” One said.
The next came forward. “He has his mothers eyes. He will see places near and far.”
“He will be wise and lead those who follow him to happiness.”
“He will live long, and when his purpose is fulfilled he will be embarrassed by Osiris and taken onto his side.”
“He will see great evil wash over his homelands.”
“Yet he will be the one to stand in front of it.”
“I have never seen a child as beautiful as this. No one has.” The last maid looked deeply into Nefret’s eyes and saw the confusion and slight fear there. “Don’t worry. He will tell you himself when he feels you are ready.” And then the maids left as quickly as they had come. Nefret was left looking lovingly at her child.
“I don’t remember those maids being in the palace before….” The doctor wondered. “Well. What will you call your baby?” He asked breezily.
“Setne. After my father.” Nefret looked up and smiled. “And is Mozenrath doesn’t like it I’ll just smack him.” She smiled as Si-Sente suddenly giggled and cooed.
Chapter 408 (by Chroias)
The man in the silk robes chuckled lightly as he strode towards his son. “I must admit Mozenrath, you have your mother’s flare for bringing trouble on yourself. But then again, you always were our favorite son.”
“Wha…what?” Mozenrath stumbled over his own feet. “What…who are you?” he said as the man walked closer. “Stop right there!” He said with sudden bravado, raising his sword to the man’s face. “I have had my family threatened one too many times. I will NOT allow you to come closer without so much as a by your leave!”
A wide smile broke out from under the hood. “Oh my dear boy. You love your family so much, your even willing to give your life for them. It’s a pity you have not had the chance to meet the rest of them.”
“What are you talking about? I know my mother is Mirage.” Mozenrath protested as Apepe, Trist, Zak, Chroias, Deameon and the Hawks looked on.
“Wrong. Mirage stole you away from your birth home Mozenrath. Do you honestly think your related to that vile feline woman?” The man shuddered under his cloak and removed his hood.
“Well I must say Mozenrath dear, there is a certainly resemblance.” Chroias said soflty.
It was as thought he had glimpsed into his future. It was Mozenrath sure enough, older and with an aura of power that could have blown Chroias away. “I must ask your forgiveness for not coming sooner, but well…your mother and I had to be sure of a few things. Namely that you had not become the very image of that feline bitch.” He seemed truly apologetic as he extended a hand. “It took twenty years for us to find you, and by then the damage Destain had done was nearly completed. The only reason we didn’t destroy you then and there was that young Egyptian Nefret.”
Mozenrath slowly lowered the sword. “What do you know about Nefret?”
“That she is the sole person, besides Chroias there, that has ever brought out the good in you. That you have fallen in love with her, that she now carries your third child, my fifteenth grandchild.” He grinned exactly the way Mozenrath did when he felt a bit arrogant.
“Fifteenth?” Apepe chimed in.
“Fifteenth. You have two brothers and a sister Mozenrath, and they should be here shortly…”
As if on cue, three people entered, each of them wearing a red cloak like Mozenrath’s father, and dragging a gagged, bound, and furious looking Alberich between them. One of them threw off his hood, showing off a mass of reddish brown hair and Mozenrath’s face. “Hey dad, can we chop his head off now or just throw him over the balcony?”
“Marcus, I believe we discussed this earlier…” Mozenrath’s father said impatiently.
“But dad!” A female voice spoke up as a woman with blue skin and black dreadlocks said as she threw back her hood. “This little speck was very rude when we asked, quite nicely I might ad, to sit down and be tied.”
Marcus spoke again. “Twyla’s right, I say we knock open a glass pane and oh…” Marcus turned to where Mozenrath and his group were standing. “Well well sibs, I do believe father has located our dear missing brother.”
“What? I thought he said Mozenrath was dead?” The last one took off his cloak, sporting a combination look of blue skin, and red hair cropped short.
“Well since he’s standing right over there with a rather stupid look on his face. Can’t blame him I guess.” Twyla said and dropped Alberich on the ground, stepping on his spine and over him. She walked directly to Mozenrath, and punched his left arm. “That’s for breaking the head on my doll twenty years ago older bro.” She said with a smile.
Marcus slapped Mozenrath’s back and looked at him critically. “What’s with the drab clothing? I mean I know here was a war going on but our family has always shown much better style then this.” He fingered Mozenrath traditionally dark attire.
“Well he was around that awful Mirage woman and that vile Destain for so long…” The final brother said and twirled his finger in the air to mimic an insane person.
“Damn straight
Chapter 409 (By Nefret)
“Well…” Mozenrath took a breath, the breath he realized he’d been holding. Any other person might have turned into a babbling idiot then, but Mozenrath had been conditioned to take a turn and not blink. “Well I’ve been fine…. Brother.” He lied slowly. “I’m doing fine.” He corrected himself.
“Well good good.” Marcus hit his shoulder and nodded enthusiastically. These people seemed….. Odd. “Well well now now, it seems the usurper is out of the way and the army laying in there own fluids….” He looked around at the fallen army. “We’re making good memories already!” Marcus tramped off through the battlefield as his other siblings set off to look for interesting things. They were, despite their cool demeanor, very interested in their brother’s life.
Mozenrath looked to his father. “Tell me more.”
Soon they were sitting around the great fireplace. The order of the hawk had been found (stashed in the wine cellar) revived, and were now out taking care of Patriskanal’s fallen army and picking off the last of the hiding cowards.
Cerrunnos sighed and made himself comfortable. He looked around at the skull motif. “Not exactly what I would have picked, but no accounting for taste….” He could tell by Mozenrath’s eyes that his son was waiting for more of an explanation. “Well son, as you probably know, thought it hasn’t done your ego much good, you are a powerful and special boy… er man.” He corrected himself. “The son the Avatar of Cerrunnos and Brigid the goddess herself. Mirage is power hungry (rubbed off I see) she plucked you out of our garden when you were very young. It was a matter of opportunity. You were the one she saw first. It could of well have been Marcus or Cicero. Perhaps fortunately it was you. You see son, unlike your other siblings you had the personality to get you through. You may be stubborn and hard headed, but you also know when to back down to save your own life. Your siblings don’t have that common sense.”
“So you’re saying it was a good thing Mirage took me?” Mozenrath’s voice was a little shaky, from anger and confusion.
“No! No son. What I’m saying is you were lucky enough to survive. Mirage knew you were powerful, but she didn’t realize you’d be such a…. hassle.”
“Yes, I remember you said Mirage gave you to Distane because she became frustrated with you.” Chroias leaned against Moze’s shoulder. She knew that even know it made him uncomfortable to talk about it.
“The bitch thought Distane would hune my magic and then she could just take me back and use me as a tool for her malice.” Mozenrath’s voice was low.
“It was really only when you defeated Distane and started making a name for yourself that I was able to find you. By that time you were so twisted that I couldn’t in good conscious call you my son anymore. I hope you understand.” He waited until Mozenrath made a little grunting noise. “I contemplated destroying you, as I said. But after ‘observing’ for a few days I realized I couldn’t. That Nefret girl, though as stubborn and hard headed as you, wasn’t evil. If I were to kill you it would inevidly effect her. It is not in my nature to hurt the innocent. In fact is it strictly against it. And after a harder look I realized that the only time you had any shred of integrity was when you were around that girl. And when Chroias came around, well that’s when I knew you were firmly on the right path… though it took you long enough. I am proud of the progress you’ve made. I’m not ashamed to call you my son anymore.”
“Er, gee thanks DAD.” Mozenrath snorted.
Cerrunnos gave a hearty laugh. “You’re welcome son.” He stopped for a moment and tilted his head. “I do believe someone is coming. You’ll want to hear this. We’ll have time to talk alone later.”
Mozenrath, curiosity perked, followed the man who called himself his father. Just beyond the front door they saw a thin bald man mounted on a horse ridding quickly towards them, behind him were some of Agrabah’s finest guards.
Mozenrath growled in an exasperated way “Great great. OH look, you brought you big pointy swords” He tested them with his finger and then slapped a guard upside the head. “But a little LATE!” He spun around and stormed off to the man on the horse, his father gave him a disapproving look but he paid no attention.
“Lord Mozenrath.” The old man on the horse said, a little afraid. “Your presence is requested at Agrabah palace where your new son is awaiting your arrival.”
~Here,
at this point, the 17th Patron Scroll to be stored in the Library of