Queen had become a supernatural ghost, as her spirit was unable to pass on, and remained bound to earthly realm.
She was physically pale having a rough torn lip, and right in the middle of her chest was a visible hole exactly where Amargo had stabbed her for the sacrifice.
Esmeralda had bone chill gazing at the odd creature right in front of her and it creep the breath out of her.
Fear paralyzed Esmeralda ears, and she couldn’t hear clearly the words Queen had spoken, but Rosa who was passing close to the room did. She fell on her knees holding her stomach tightly as she burst out in tears. She couldn’t understand what her daughter ever did to Amargo to deserve such hatred.
Vimdraolf stood as a protective shield in front of his mate.
Leave Spirit, And Tell Amargo I’m Well Prepared To Send Her To Hell If She So Wish.
And just like she came, after relaying the message sent to her, Queen disappear into thin air.
Queens spirit went back to the graveyard to meet her new master who was in the middle of a conversation with the Blood Sisters.
Their meeting was held in a weird way in the sense that, instead of verbal communication they wrote on the air , and also used signs and body movement to pass their thoughts, except for Amargo.
UNO the senior of the three stood up first with a smile plastered on her face, DOS followed in the eldest footsteps, looking straight into Amargo eyes and smiling. TRES was not too comfortable with both her Elder sisters plan, but still complied. She saw the danger that no one could see. To the best of her knowledge, they underestimated the Vampires and werewolves and relied too much on their Witch craft power.
The three sisters held hands and open a portal, walking straight into it.
Azara hissed the minute the sisters were gone. Over the century, she has watched people think so highly of the them, when in fact they were the reason for the witches failure. They had predicted wrongly, and had put the future of the witches at risk, still no one saw the mistake they made, but praised them instead.
Azara vowed this time to protect her master and if the chances arises, die in her stead. She couldn’t forgive herself for giving that beast Vimdraolf a mate to ease his suffering against her master’s wish, and in the end, he repaid her with betrayal.
Azara You Don’t Have To Be Jealous, I Still Value You, Even After You Disobeyed My Command, And Now I Have To Clean Up The Mess You Made, Which Involves Taking An Innocent Girls Life. If Not For Your Foolishness, I Would Never Have Died.
Now You Are In Charge While I’m Gone, I Have An Old Acquaintance To Reconcile With.
Amargo could not wait to see the look on Vimdraolf’s face When he finally sees her, she was sure her message had put them in shock.
She stood in front of the castle, a building she ones called home, the castle where she and her kind ruled until it was snatched away from her.
Amargo was about to push open the door when she had a shock feeling, she redrew her fingers, putting them in her mouth to cool down the pain. Amargo remember this spell very well, it was her spell, the same one she only shared with Vimdraolf.
It’s a rare spell that could only be broken by the one who put it up, or by the death of the builder.
There was no way she could go into the castle with the shield still on, but what Vimdraolf didn’t know is that the spell stops physical body not spirits. Right there in front of the castle, Amargo created a magic potion to separate her spirit from her body so as to have passage to the castle.
She swallowed the liquid, using her tongue to push it harder down her throat. Amargo coughed hard the minute she gulped the whole thing down. She used the back of her hand to clean the saliva that escaped her lips while she was coughing.
With one step Amargo spirit was inside the castle gate, she looked behind to see her body laying on the ground lifeless, what she was doing now was risky as she had no one to watch over her body.
Amargo first visited the throne room, sitting on the chair with her head held high. She knew she was born to be a queen, it was written in her destiny.
Vimdraolf walked in, and had no iota of fear displayed in his facial expression, as he had already sensed her presence.
Now There Was No Fun In That, Do You Always Have You Sense me? Even In Spirit You Can Still Identify Me, I Must Have Underestimate Our Bound Vimdraolf.
Amargo let out a loud laugher, facing the roof as she did.
I Just Remembered This Was The Same Spot You Killed Me In Vimdraolf. Using My Own Spell Against Me, And It Was All For People Who Didn’t Value You, And Called You Beast.
LITTLE Vimdraolf Just Wanted To Be Accepted By His Kind, To Be Accepted As A Human With Feelings, And Not A Monster.
I’m I Not Right Vimdraolf? Even Your Own Mate View You As A Monster.
I’m willing to forgive you Vimdraolf, give you the privilege of making It up to me, and work for your redemption by helping me take over earth just like we once did, and together we can be the only ruler.
You would be feared and respected, and most especially, be among those that understand and value you.
What Do You Say Vimdraolf, Be My King, Rule By My Side, And Together We Would Build The Most Powerful Army The World Have Ever Seen.
All this while Esmeralda stood at a corner watching the whole drama, she could finally put a face to Amargo. She knew Vimdraolf not be a saint, but would he really take up her offer?