True Ambition – SS.

Following on from The Death of a Prince.

Scene setting : Greed Castle.

co-written with Dessy.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Walking up the spiraling staircase that led to the roof tops, Lydia raised her skirts by clutching the fabric with her fingers. Last thing she wanted to do was slip and fall back onto Mariela. Oh what a show they were in for. Lydia had such strong belief that the Prince of Greed would be victorious, and now they could watch the battle unfolding from the safety of the Greed Castle. In the distance, the clouds had changed colour to that of blood red – a sign that the battle was truly under way. The dull roar and ever present sound of repeated explosions of cannon fire could be heard as it could be felt within one’s chest. Standing on the wall of the Castle Greed, Lydia put her hand up to her brow as she could see something approaching from the direction of Wrath.

It was a horse. A riderless horse. Mammon’s.

Lydia gasped as she saw the horse make its return and galloping over the bridge to return to the courtyard. What had happened to Mammon? Surely he would ride the steed back. Had he fallen in battle already? Lydia’s heart was beating near out of her chest. Soon she could hear Warner’s footsteps as he ran up to meet with Mariela and Lydia.

“You saw the horse?” Warner cried out, to which Lydia nodded and you could see the worry in her facial expression. “The battle is not yet over….and his horse returns?” The Demoness of Ambition took up Mariela’s hands in hers as she now feared that the battle was already over for Greed before it had begun.

“What if they come here? Please…is there a spell or an enchantment to protect the castle from Gabriel and her followers?” Her eyes now imploring Mariela’s. “I know I promised to protect you…and I will, but we need a shield…something to blanket the castle. Mammon may be dead!” She cried.

Warner stood there ringing his hands.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela walked up the spiraling stairs, following Lydia up to the rooftops. She admired the sky around the area once they went up, before seeing the red sky. She then squinted her eyes, watching the Wrath kingdom, before she heard the gasp escape from Lydia’s lips. She looked over at Lydia, before looking at the direction she was looking – seeing Mammon’s horse, without Mammon on it. When she heard Warner’s voice, she quickly turned around to face him. “The battle just started. He couldn’t have been killed that quickly.” she spoke, before looking at Lydia when she grabbed her hands, listening to her beg for Mariela to find a way to shield the castle. “I do have something.. I can put a shield over the castle to protect it.” she said, giving a nod of her head and taking her hands out of Lydia’s grasp. “It’s been a while since I’ve done this spell, so I can’t promise it’ll work.. but I’m willing to try.” she spoke, walking to the edge of the castle.

Mariela narrowed her eyes, looking over in the direction of the Wrath kingdom once more in an attempt to see what was going on – but she couldn’t. She took a deep breath – praying that she could perform the spell successfully. She began speaking Latin – the language in which the witches spoke, at least for her family, to perform spells. She then held one hand out over the castle, the other moving in a circular motion around her. A large, dome-like shield went over the castle, and the gates as well. The shield was only visible to Mariela, Lydia and Warner – no one else would have a clue it was there until they tried entering, and getting shot back. Afterwards, she turned her head to Lydia and gave a nod, showing that the spell worked.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Lydia clasped her hands together expectantly to watch Mariela go to work on securing the Castle Greed in case that the Prince Mammon failed in his quest to destroy Gabriel, and the Wrath armies might try to take revenge by taking over the Greed lands and castle. Hearing the Witch’s words a great dome like shield appeared from one side of the castle, and completely engulfed the entire castle right to the turrets and over. It was like sealing the building within a protective bubble – one that could not be penetrated by outside forces.

The Demoness of Ambition let out a huge sigh of relief as Mariela gave the nod that the spell had worked.

“I feel so much better.” Lydia said with a large exhale of breath. She even patted Warner on the back, but he was too busy staring across the vast expanse of land towards the glowering skies above the Kingdom of Wrath. He was truly worried that the beserker armor that Mammon wore had changed the Prince into such a state that he would no longer be fighting with any sense of reason. Losing himself to the insanity that the suit’s ultimate power was. In a way, Warner thought the Prince bit off more than he could chew this time. Greed would come at a heavy price.

“I wish there was some way we could see what is happening.” Warner lamented, before bowing his head, fearing the worse.

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela gave a nod and walked back over to the two. She looked back over to the red sky, putting a hand over her face and squinting her eyes to try and look. “It’s impossible to see what is happening from up here, and we don’t want to take any chances by leaving the castle.” she said, dropping her hand and turning back around to face the two. Mariela wasn’t sure if she could perform a spell that let them see what was happening – there might be, in the thousands of books here in the castle, but she honestly had no idea. At least, she didn’t know how to perform such a spell. They might just be out of luck and might have to wait it out.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Mariela had a point. It was not exactly a good time to be leaving Greed castle, especially with the bulk of Mammon’s army off fighting for him in Wrath. In a way, Lydia didn’t want to see what was happening. All that blood, and disemboweling. Limbs everywhere, heads on spikes. Sure, it might excite Gabriel to see all that, but seriously it made Lydia nauseous. With Mammon’s horse having returned riderless, and the sound of the battle becoming ferocious from across the land, Lydia….had a lot to think about.

The Demon of Ambition turned away from the spectacle, and clasped her hands together.

“Hmmm.”

Warner heard her murmur and then followed her to see what it was she was thinking.

“What?”

“If….Mammon should die…Not saying I want that. Cause like…he never treated me bad, but…say he did.”

Warner raised a brow and stared at Lydia.

“If he did then the throne of Greed would be empty.”

Suddenly, a wicked smile crept across Lydia’s face. If Mammon was not to return, there was someone to take his place. And all done without even having to have killed a soul. Not a drop of blood spilt….no heads on spikes.

“Not for long. Mariela…Warner. Follow me.”

Picking up the edges of her gown, she started for the stairs that lead back down to the main hall. Lydia didn’t get her title for nothing. She was as ambitious as Gabriel was warlike.

 

~RB~

 

Dessy:  Mariela was never a fan of violence or fighting. She didn’t think you needed all of that to settle an issue, or disagreement. She was more of a “talking” person, or trying to keep peace between everyone. But, of course, it didn’t work. Some people immediately went to violence without thinking of any other options, and it just made Mariela shake her head and walk the other way as she let them fight it out. She always tried to keep the peace, but some people were just too stubborn to listen. When Lydia spoke, Mariela exited her thoughts and looked up at her. She raised an eyebrow along with Warner when she mentioned “if Mammon died”. “What do you mean “not for long”?” Mariela questioned, but Lydia was already walking down the stairs. She looked back at the fighting one more time, before she walked down the staircase behind Lydia and Warner, running her hand along the railing. “What are you planning, Lydia?” she asked once they reached the bottom of the stairs.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Sweeping into the main hall of Greed, Lydia was now on a mission. Already, she could see Mammon’s war horse outside the stained glass window being held by one of Mammon’s stable hands and was now being led back into the stables – a clear sign that the Prince of Greed would not be returning. Faster Lydia’s steps rang out across the hall until she reached a special mark on the floor. It was in the shape of a pentagram and had symbolic letters and symbols dotted around it. Silently she walked around the outside of the symbol, before then looking up at Warner, who was scratching his head.

“Lydia…what are you doing?” Warner asked. Curious with her intent. She seemed to have resided herself to the fact that Mammon would not live this night and that being the case, she wanted to assure herself ascension. Breathing harder than before, Lydia’s hands curled into fists as she stared at the symbol on the ground. Her chin quivered slightly – almost like she could not believe what she was about to do. “I must summon….Him.”Lydia’s eyes flickered as she turned her head slowly to Warner. The servant and adviser to Mammon took a step back for he knew who she was referring too. “YOU WOULDN’T!?” Clearly he was panicked by the very idea, especially with there being no real evidence that Mammon had died in battle. Lydia swallowed deeply as her body started to tremble.

“I cannot deny my true nature, Warner. I am…..Ambition.”

Dark green hands started to seep out from the very stone tiles that made up the cold floor on which they stood. Each one reached to grab onto Warner as he started to scream loudly. “LYDIA…DON’T DO THIS!”

Slowly Lydia raised her hand and then swept it across her throat in a slicing action, as a green blade formed from one of the hands and it tore through Warner’s throat – spilling his blood into the pentagon markings on the stone floor. Warner gargled and screamed till his eyes rolled back into his head. The green mist hands holding him rigid as his blood filled the symbol upon the floor. For Mariela, this would be hard to watch but could she have ever really trusted a demon to be good? Underneath all, Lydia was…a demoness of Hell. When the blood had fully drained from Warner and filled the symbol, Lydia began to chant the summons of the Devil himself. Lucifer.

“Bagabi laca bachabe
Lamc cahi achababe
Karrelyos
Lamac lamec Bachalyas
Cabahagy sabalyos
Baryolas
Lagoz atha cabyolas
Samahac et famyolas
Harrahya “

The blooded floor symbol began to glow fiercely as the air around Lydia was charged with a hellish fire. Her head turned slowly to Mariela and in a dark voice that was totally unnatural she said:

“Welcome my true Lord….my Father….my Leader….Lucifer.”

Warner’s body was still suspended by the green hands that Lydia had made, his body now turning white and still.

A dark low growl and the shape of something large was forming over the pentagram symbol. Angered to have been summoned on such a night, when Hell was already on fire from the betrayal of the cousins – the Princes. His face formed in the mist and he stared down at Lydia.

https://i2.wp.com/www.veteranstoday.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/08/Lucifer.jpg

“You ambitious little bitch. AHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA! Mammon is not yet dead!”

Lydia bowed before her creator and smiled. “But he will be….my Lord, and Greed will need a new Heir.”

 

~RB~

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