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Very few mortals ever glimpsed the perverse extravagances of the Royal Calabim Gardens. Fountains artfully spilled gallons of virgins blood upon black marble angels, their burning wings flecked with gold and outlined in ruby. Upon the stone were carved countless runes that protected and purified the blood. Only the most favored nobles were given permission to drink the enchanted blood, warm and fresh as it had been the day it was spilled.
Flauros walked beside his sister through the perverted foliage of the gardens, past blood drinking vines with poisonous thorns and black roses that emitted an acrid odor upon being touched by any mortal. His face was set in consternation, his lips thin slits of white in his otherwise undisturbed supernatural beauty.
Sister, I tell you now, this is the best time. I hear even the boy-kings settlements are nearly overflowing with mortals, and need I mention the bustling cities of the elves? The thought sets my mouth watering, as it must your own. You may see my tastes as unrefined next to yours, but must I point out the obvious political implications this could have? Flauros seemed nearly to be pleading, rare as it was for him. Oh, but he could be so touchy about dinner, especially when that dinner could be the most extravagant feast of his long lived life.
Alexis released a theatrical sigh and Flauros grinned, recognizing triumph. Youre sure of this, brother? This is not some foolish ploy?
Flauros shook his head. You know it could not be. The child is Ceridwans chosen, there is no doubting that. I have seen the agony in his eyes, and seen her marks upon his body. The prophecy is fulfilled.
Very well, then let it be. We must send word to the outlying Broods to prepare immediately. Alexis turned to Flauros. Let us go then brother, and let the world glimpse our power. As one, they turned and walked from the gardens.
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Jared leaned back, balancing on the back legs of his protesting chair as he sleepily counted stars. Every damned night he counted the stars, always without success, before drowsing at his post. He would undoubtedly get an earful from the guard captain again, but it mattered very little ultimately. That damned noble has made sure he would spend the rest of his happy career guarding nothing more than a few ranchers cows from the occasional wolf. It was not his fault whom he loved, but the Kuriotates had a very clear caste system, and noblemens daughters did not live happily ever after with a guardsmen. He sighed deeply, a sound full of self pity, as he felt the first waves of sleep lap upon him.
Sanguis vitam est
He jerked out of his chair as it went clamoring behind him, his sword half out of its sheath before he saw no one was there. What in the name of the Gods? He was sure he had just heard someone whisper something in his ear. He let his sword drop back into his sheath and he began to make his way towards the toppled chair, a feeling of chagrin overcoming him. What childish fears.
Sanguis vitam est
The words echoed in his mind again, and before he could stop himself he spoke. The blood is the life.
He paused mid stride. Somewhere in the deepest recesses of his consciousness a mental alarm began to sound. He paid no heed. What was the unearthly melody? It was so beautiful. He turned, looking northeasterly with a longing expression and began to walk away.
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Flauros came to Alexiss side. He died in the throes of the ritual, as we expected. There was a very faint ring of disappointment in his voice. The runes that were burnt into his flesh faded from my mind the moment I looked away. Exactly as the prophecy said they would.
Of course, Alexis replied, keeping her eyes on the thousands of teeming people at the city gates, we know only what we must of the prophecy of the River of Blood.
Alexis turned toward a startled gatekeeper, the mortal clearly confused by recent events and uncomfortable under his queens gaze. What are you waiting for fool? Prepare these people for the breeding pits.