4. 17. 51. 38.

"I understand now…" Jaenelle said staring into the distance. "Tersa said the triangle must stick together." Daemon looked up. Preparing to give up his all. For her.

"I see." But he didn't. Until she explained. Oh Witch knew the Sadist could do this.

"Daemon…. I need three days." Daemon stared at her, uncomprehending.

"Three days?"

"I need three days to descend to my full strength."

Three days. Three DAYS.

Daemon's mask slipped into place… then he dropped it. The mask would have hurt Jaenelle more than his shock. He accepted her, loved her. He always would.

3. 19. 12. 49.

This was the game the Sadist would play. Daemon hardened his heart. Anything for Jaenelle. Destroy Lucivar? Shatter him?

Anything for Jaenelle. ANYTHING for Witch. He would give his soul for her. Looking at himself in the mirror, he tightened his cufflinks. After this would he have his soul? He was saving them wasn't he?

"For you Jaenelle." He whispered.

3. 17. 28. 31

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Lucivar rushed again and again as Daemon hardened his heart, strengthened his impossibly strong black Shields.

"Crawl Back." Lucivar did.

As Lucivar's desperation, despair crashed in on him, Daemon used the memory of Witch to hold him together.

Ah Jaenelle…

Saetan stared shocked at what he'd created.

"I have only one son."

2. 23. 55. 13

Saetan stirred… so hard… too late now…

"Drink this…" That voice sounded frantic, concerned. He knew that voice… he- WOAH Saetan would have wheezed if he had the breath. When he managed to open his eyes, there was no one there, but Saetan tasted blood… Blood that was not his…

1. 16. 11. 32.

.:It was a pleasure serving you Saetan, an honour to be your friend:.

.:Andulvar? I don't understand:.

.:Protect her. Take care of her. Love her:.

Shaken by the vision, Saetan looked to see what had disturbed him, as Daemon deliberately dropped the bangles down. What did they mean? Bangles… bangles…

Sspiralss

"Sshe will alwayss sspiral- you cannot prevent thiss. Sshield her with your love, sshield her… or it will be the end of the Blood."

Sspiralss.

"You will all retreat to the keep. The only thing injured will be your pride." Witch declared.

"But-" Gabrielle interjected angrily

"You WILL retreat."

"Who is going to war?" Karla was afraid to ask, afraid she knew the answer. Her fear was reflected in Gabrielle.

"I am." Witch replied.

0. 3. 21. 16.

Saetan stared at Daemon. He didn't kill them- Marian, Daemonar, Lucivar. Saetan couldn't think of an apology to make things better. He'd believed Daemon's ploy. Believed. And Saetan knew, far better than anyone, that whatever Witch commanded, Daemon would do. Daemon would do anything for Witch.

0. 1. 1. 59

Tersa wandered over, counting in her head. She looked at the faint white lines from last time on her left arm. And the 1. 82. 3. 24. 51 on her right.

Today.

Witch was up there, ready to unleash the Ebony. Daemon and Saetan were the only ones not in the keep, not protected from the Maelstrom. The Sacrifice had been made. The Demon-dead had stepped in. The Kindred were ready. Now it was time for the humans to do their part.

"But Why?" Karla asked Ladvarian. Tersa seemed… disapproving? None of the Kindred asked why… they just did it.

"Is this… is what she's doing… dangerous?"

Tersa just nodded.

"Aren't you going to give the gift?" Gabrielle asked Tersa, Karla watching closely. And the Blood will ssing to the Blood.

"I already have." Tersa closed her eyes. Her part was done.

0. 0. 7. 36

.:Tersa:.

She looked at him.

.:Daemon and Saetan have entered the Keep. Father, Brother, Lover. They have a Special Task- The strongest dreamers… If anyone can save her, it is them. Now is the time… when Dreams will be unleashed. Goodbye Tersa:.

And then he left.

"Lie down Everyone." Tersa commanded as the nervous witches and warlords complied, holding hands and praying. Praying for themselves… and Witch.

0. 0. 0. 1

The keep seemed to take in a reflexive breath, the calm before the storm… Then…

0. 0. 0. 0.

Lightening struck and thunder rolled overhead as it happened, dark power rolling over everyone in the room. Tersa held on, riding the waves. She heard someone scream. She felt Witch ripping through the webs, the power going out headed for Terrielle. She felt connected with him, with Chaos. She felt the jewelled power exploding, fading, like lights going out one by one. Tainted blood vanishing, exploding. She felt the wind whistle as Witch fell crashing through the webs. Heard the strained cries of the Triangle. Saetan. Lucivar. Daemon.

And then it was Silent.

Then everything was Silent.

Author's Note:

Well that was the End my sweets, I hope you liked it, strange as it was.

xoxo Lady Occult