The Black Tower
The raven had flown in a different direction to that of Zachary. While the Embassy staffer was on the right trail, Raul had one place he wanted to stop at off first, and this was more or less dropping in to pick up an artifact to assist him. His fury at the Fallens was nothing compared to how he felt now. He knew what he heard. There was no mistaking that Bandit had called to him, begging him for help. And help he shall.
Flying across darkening skies, he was travelling back to his ancestral home. Known simply as the Black Tower, it had given rise to many of the Black family. While his mother remained in residence, the wandering Warlock often went beyond it’s borders to seek out new spells, allies and of course….his slaves. Marguerite was not fond of Raul bringing home his women, and often beat him about the head viciously when he ever did something that displeased her. You could say that she wasn’t exactly a maternal figure. If it was possible to get into the Tower and simply grab what he needed before flying out again, he would. Trouble was the gargoyles that sat upon the top most turrets of the tower kept watch of all that entered the castle, and were certain to alert their Mistress of the prodigal sons return.
Darting through an open window, which just so happened to be the study, the raven hovered over a table, before changing back into his bipedal form. He landed heavily upon the oak desk and let out a sigh as it appeared that no one had caught sight of him yet. At least that is what he thought.
“Hello Brother.” A smarmy voice said, as a head popped up from one of the velvet couches. It was Raul’s brother Marcus. Raul rolled his eyes. Oh…how he hated his brother. He was the last one that he wanted to see first up. Marcus on the other hand was more than delighted to see Raul. it would mean that Marguerite had someone else to focus her wrath at.
“Mother missed you so.” A mock pout then was followed by a laugh, as he sprang up from behind the couch and waltzed around it to the small mini bar. He started to pour himself a scotch as he waited, almost breathlessly for Raul to say….something.
“I bet she did. Look, I am not here for a social visit. Just to grab something out of my room and….”
“Ahahaha….told you she missed you.” Marcus took a swig of his scotch as he watched the scene unfolding before him.
“My baby boy….come to Mummy for a hug.” Marguerite held her arms open. The woman with ample bosom and strikingly young features bore a sickly sweet smile as she waited for her son to do as he was told. Skulking Raul trudged over and he glanced away as he allowed himself to be embraced. Oh, she held him tight for a moment, before smacking him violently about the head.
“YOU…NEVER…CALL….HOME!” ~Whack whack whack~ It was true. He didn’t. Why on earth would he want to keep his bat shit crazy mother on his speed dial. Watching Raul getting beaten, Marcus couldn’t hide his amusement if he tried. Oh how he loved family reunions. When Marguerite finished beating him about the head, she seemed to switch back to the caring mother side, hugging her son again and then patting his chest.
“Mummy loves you, my baby boy.”
Talk about twisted. Raul tried to smile at his mother, but it was clear his head was throbbing from the attack.
“Yes, yes Mother. Uhm…as much as I like this, I need to get something from my room.” He was keen to make a hasty retreat to his room, to find what he needed, but his Mother….well she was having none of that.
“Only when you fill in Mummy of how you have been. I’ve been so worried. You need to take your medicine. I always make sure you take it when you are here. I should get it now!” It was like talking to someone with ADD. Before he could respond, she dashed out of the room at speed. At this point, Marcus doubled over laughing.
“That…was so worth it.” He had tears rolling down his cheeks from laughter, as Raul stood there rubbing the back of his head. “Why won’t she just die?” Raul wasn’t exactly fond of the woman. When Marcus got over the hilarity of the moment, he then sauntered over to his brother and asked.
One word summed up that situation. “Dead.”
“Shit. No spring wedding then.”
A sudden laugh came from the next room, and suddenly Madame had popped her head in to visit her dearest warlocks. “Now, now, Raul.” Madame purred, smiling then with brightened eyes. “That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” The words were cheery, against their dark meaning. “Ah, Marcus. Hello, lovely.” The witch would gaze at the other Black brother, sharp and deep brown eyes meeting his pair of blue. Her hair was darkened under her own spell, as she would never want Raul to know her true identity.. And, of course, her facial structure itself was different. She wouldn’t allow Raul or any of these sniveling warlocks to know her own identity – to recognize her truly would be a catastrophe! Though, from the slight shine around her face, she indicated to them that this was merely a mask, and not her true appearance.. For most, she would simply let the illusion go, but she wanted Raul to know it was a fraud..
“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?” Madame tilted her head, looking at Raul – though, right on cue, she could hear Marguerite enter the room. “Oh, Marguerite! Raul didn’t tell you? You’re going to have a grandchild! She’s in her hideout, Raul, you might want to head there before your mother kills you..” Madame would smile, leaning back against the bar’s counter, taking a scotch glass and putting it to her lips to drink, an amused look on her face.. Ah. Marcus would get a kick out of this, surely? Madame definitely would..
How Raul ever thought that he could just sneak in and get an item of Bandit’s without being detected showed that the Warlock was not thinking with his head at all. With his mother now in a flap over him being home and racing to get him some of that disgusting medicine of hers, he didn’t think it could get much worse. But…it could. The sound of laughter came from another room while Marcus was speaking with Raul. Couldn’t have been a member of staff, since they would know the repercussions from such insolence. The owner of the laughter however was a mere guest of the Blacks, but as soon as she spoke, there was no mistaking the tone.
“That woman brought you into the world, don’t be surprised if she takes you out of it!” Such true words. In a way, the idea of having his mother give him some of that foul concoction could be a one way ticket out of this life. Raul scowled, when the woman swung into the room, much to the delight of Marcus, who was greeted with all the joy of a long lost friend. Marcus was still holding his glass of whiskey, with a smug expression still firmly in place. Marcus simply tipped the glass at her as a way of acknowledging her presence, but the twinkle in his eye spoke volumes.
“So, when’re you going to tell mother dearest about your child?”
This one sentence was enough to cause Raul to start a coughing fit, while Marcus on the other hand was pleasantly surprised. You could say that Raul’s brother found it too good to be true. Raul was never going to hear the end of this.
“Ever heard of a condom, brother?”
“Shut up, you.” Raul shouted at his brother before in a shot of anger he rounded on Madame Green. Disguise or not, he was pissed that this female busy body was entering the Black home to spread gossip. “Cats out of the bag now, brother. Wait till Mother…”
But Madame Green was going to beat Marcus to the punch. Singing out to her that Raul was going to provide her with a grandchild and that she was in her hideout presently. Raul shot daggers at Madame Green, as a ferocious scream of rage came from the other room.
“He what? A grandchild? RAUL TERADOR BLACK! YOU COME HERE AT ONCE AND EXPLAIN THIS OUTRAGE!”
That was it. With his mother set to attack her son over this terrible news, Raul was not about to hang around and be set upon. Madame Green had given him the location of his Bandit and unborn child, so the need to scry one of her personal items was no longer needed. Raul held up his hand as he muttered an incantation causing the crystal glass that Madame Green held to shatter, before he turned back into a raven and flew at speed out of the room. Talk about a hasty exit.
Marguerite charged into the room, right as Raul made his escape, and she snarled furiously as she crossed the floor and shook her fist at his departing form.
“YOU COWARD!…YOU COME BACK HERE AT ONCE!”
Course, there was no way that Raul was going to do any such thing, now that he knew Bandit’s location. But the thing was that Madame Green did. Marcus was cautious at this point in time. He was not exactly his Mother’s favorite, and it was part of the reason that he was able to get away with a hell of a lot more than his baby brother.
“Oh Mother….guess he is not staying for dinner.” Marcus winked at Madame Green before continuing. “Shall I follow him and find this grand child for you?” The older warlock started to pour Madame Green another drink since the last one would be all over the counter top.
Marguerite turned on Madame Green with her hands on her hips. She was the one that brought the news and now the elder Witch wanted answers.
“What do you know of my Son and the woman that is bearing my grandchild?”