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The Consequence of Chaos || Part One

The Castle of London, England Following The King’s Ask and Anton’s Call To Arms

“I heard that Oblitius Inferno lost their leader,” “He will receive the punishment that he deserves,” Jezebeth sighs, his finger running against the frame of the mirror to clear it of dust. He speaks under his breath next, “Why did I let him stay here for so long…”

Lord Donovan Hayes stands with his hands behind his back, observing his King and giving him the space he needs. 

“What of the she-wolf pack, then?” The King asks. “They were seen passing London earlier this morning,” Donovan says. “Heading towards the call?” “We assume so,”

Jezebeth flexes the fingers of his human skin. He sees the faintest ripple in the mirror as it begins to react to him. He turns to face Donovan.

“You have been incredibly loyal,” “You are my best friend, Jacob,” Donovan does not hesitate to say this. The demon wants to cringe but resists the urge to correct the man, as Jacob is long gone. 

“Do you remember when your father first told you about the supernatural?” Donovan then inquires, stepping forward. “You were so angry that I didn’t tell you first, didn’t speak to me for weeks. I thought for a while that your first sentence as King would be to throw me on the Island of Man,”

They both chuckle at the memory, though Jezebeth has to channel Jacob’s locked away emotions to do so. “You would not have survived a night in that monstrosity,”

Donovan smiles but has a sadness in his eyes that is inexplicable. “This war is pointless,” he says to his majesty. “I know,” “Athoria needs us more than we need them,” “I know this as well,” “Cutting them off would be easy, but it would not be worth it,” “It’s too late for any of that. Queen Natalia Athor removed our communication, stole our vessels, probably tortured our natives…” “Do we fear supernatural from Athoria on England soil, then?” “No, of course not. There will be some who wish to fight for her and will die for her insanity, but the others will not. England has always been safe,” “There was a time when Athoria was safe, too,” “Athoria consistently remains on the brink of war. Decade after decade, century after century…no matter if a thousand years pass or twenty years, there is no hope left for them,” “What are you saying?” “I am saying that when Natalia burned Collette Markham at the stake, she did not close a door instead...she opened hundreds more. The doors to her insanity, the doors to supernatural revenge and fear, the doors that no other Athor had ever dared to unlock. And for good reason,” Jezebeth walks back to the mirror, his portal to hell and to his Dark Lord. This time, the ripples are electrified and more defined. He hears a small gasp from Donovan behind him and a spew of stuttering words at the sight. 

“Once upon a time Athoria was just a large island out in the ocean. Ships would sail right by it, right through it…it was unseen. Perhaps it was warded by the Nymph siblings that came through its portal for the first time from The Realm of Seven Islands, perhaps the witches of the Bloodstorm Coven shielded the mass of land to continue their...studies,”

“I have never heard of such a tale...” 

“Either way, there was a time when Athoria did not exist to the Earth’s eyes until the day that Vinsor somehow discovered it...” Jezebeth says his name with malice in his voice that could almost be mistaken as jealousy. Donovan is confused, never hearing his King and friend speak of such theories and possibilities. He has read every book in England, has sent people across the seas for research and to find answers to old myths and legends...but never has he discovered anything so strange as to what Jacob is saying. Donovan then steps behind his King and watches as the ripples on the mirror begin to shift into the fiery image of Hell. He swallows hard, only temporarily shook by the strange, magical device that his friend has in his chambers. “What will happen to Athoria now?” Jezebeth reaches inside of the mirror, his entire forearm dipping into the other realm. “My King...” Donovan breathes sharply at the magic, feeling suddenly uncomfortable. When Jezebeth pulls his arm back, he winces in pain. His skin is burned and blistered, and Donovan moves to attend to it immediately. “Jacob, you are hurt! Why did you do that?”

Jezebeth holds up the staff that is now in his hands.

“What is that….” Donovan’s eyes are wide in confusion.

“This,” Jezebeth is breathing heavy as smoke singes from the skin on his arm. He clenches his jaw in pain. "This is what we call an inevitable solution," 

Donovan is trying to extinguish Jezebeth's arm, but the King is attempting to pay it no mind. He is marveling at the staff as if seeing it for the first time. He has not held it since the night The Forsaken arose in Crimson Hill and the witch's sacrifice and power became lodged inside the crystal on top of it. Holding the staff now, Jezebeth can feel its power emanating throughout his vessel. He had placed it in Hell for safe keeping, hoping to not have needed the item so soon. But Natalia...she has ruined everything. Her need for destruction and chaos is unjustifiable. The only way for Jezebeth to keep the outside world safe from the Athor's is to take it all away...

Jezebeth closes his eyes and leans against Donovan, feeling both weak and enchanted from the power of the staff. Donovan is shaking his head. "What are you going to do?" "No, not me my old friend..." Jezebeth snaps his fingers and the door to his chamber opens. He is breathing heavy. From the hallway steps the leader from The Coven of Sol. She is beautiful and the room immediately falls under her command. "This spell has always required the work of a Montgomery,"

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My King. I am here to claim your secret in the Forest of Dean.

The King of England is surprisingly silent. Those standing closest to him clear their throats hoping to get his attention. He is holding a piece of ragged parchment in his hand. Most of it has been compromised; burned and frayed. For the entirety of the morning he has been rereading what is there and hoping that his eyes are deceiving him. He has been hoping that the missing parts to the letter expressed something else, something more pleasant…he hopes that they do not fall into the wrong hands.

“My King?” one person finally draws Jacob out of his trance. He has heard Anton speak to him but is unsure how to answer. The words of this shipwright mixed with Anton’s request to release the beasts of the Forest of Dean are a combination that he had not been prepared for by his Father.

It was something that he wished would never come to pass while he ruled. Jacob wanted peace…he does not want to fight.

“I – I don’t…”

A stuttering King is not flattering, this he at least knows. Jacob presses his fingers to the side of his temple, dreading the becoming headache that is growing there like a plague. He wants to be strong and handle this on his own, but war? Why did Natalia wish to transfer her hatred towards her only ally? England had been a part of Athoria’s rebellion from Vinsor, they had saved the Athor’s from a life of turmoil and servitude…they have consistently traded and kept the peace, and the King’s of England had always respected the laws of Athoria, supernaturally involved or not. England did not tell the Athor’s what to do or how to rule, and Jacob did not wish for Natalia to do so for him. 

Was he insulted? He could not tell. The shaking of his hands and the throbbing against his skull told him he was being weak, that he should submit, give them all up…especially the monsters in the dark, or the ones that ravaged for no reason. But as Jacob thinks about it, he knows this to be untrue. England is not like Athoria…they are established and fair, and their society of supernatural creatures stay in their respected places. They keep order as promised. 

They did not deserve war from a grieving Queen. Though, Jacob did not know how to stop it.

He can feel everyone starting at him, awaiting an answer from The King.

“Anton – I’m not certain this is –”

But Jacob is cut off harshly by his own words. The King closes his eyes and exhales a deep, exaggerated breath. The parchment flutters to the floor at Anton’s feet.

“Leave us,” he rumbles out loud with a slight turn of his head in the direction of his nearest guards and council. His voice is unlike his own soft-spoken tone, instead it sounds as if it were buried deep underground just waiting to escape. With hesitation, the room begins to fade out…leaving only Anton and the King.

He opens his eyes; they are the color of obsidian and unworldly. His back straightens in odd behaviors as he presses against the throne. His fingers snake around the armrest of the chair as he lifts his chin in confidence. Whispers are slithering around the massive room, like echoes from Hell begging to be heard. A metaphoric darkness consumes the King in a shadow, covering half of his face, half his person. The features shift to something more alluring and demanding. His lips turn upwards revealing his total and absolute self-assurance of the situation.  

It is evident that King Jacob is no longer present and has been replaced with the demon that rests like oil inside of his skin.

Jezebeth; the Prince of Falsehoods.

“Claim it, then,” he nods at the Alpha respectively and marvels at the sound of his voice after being pent away for many months. “And Anton, remember the importance of this country. Whether our seas are littered in blood and bone, England must always prosper. This is your home now, this is your pack now. I expect you to treat it as such,”

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Broomstick: If you could travel anywhere in the world where would it be?

You mean...out of England? And not Athoria, I presume? Well that is tricky...I am not sure. Maybe somewhere more south or perhaps...perhaps to a new land, undiscovered. The gallery has plenty of paintings and visages of other places in this great earth but to be honest I would quite enjoy going anywhere. So long as I were safe and the people were nice. ( x )

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My King, I was told that a friend of mine was arrested for a crime and I came to plea his case before the court before he loses his hand. He hadn't been the one to steal those jewels my sire. I have proof to believe it was a set up. If you send men to search this Norwich warehouse you will find those items. I have the name of the person who really has them on this paper...

The Lord Darryn has promised me that he has a keen and developmental eye on the trade coming out of Norwich. These Lords are noble and worthy members of society, raised and bred to deliver nothing but the truth to their King and the act of prosperity to the city they are born into. For centuries we have relied on the faithful responses from their council so that the royal guards may stay here, in London, to protect the castle. Each Lord has their own claim at the law as each city is profoundly different in regards to these special circumstances, so I feel as though it would be an intrusion to send royal fleets storming their warehouses.

Won’t that offend the honorable Lord Darryn? Won’t that raise suspicion in opposing cities for my loyalty to them in return? In order to run a country I must have those that will speak for me and represent me when I am unable to be present. Then again...I have barely left the castle since my reign -- and most of the older Lords were probably more faithful to my father, King Chester, than they are to me directly...so perhaps...

I will send ten men to Norwich and they will investigate only two warehouses on the docks. No more, no less. If I loose these men to a misunderstanding in plight of your acquaintances sneaky hands, then I will be sure to take both of them instead of just the one. I hope you understand -- and I do hope that if anything mischivious is going on then we get to the bottom of it quickly.

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My Good King! I hope you are up for a little entertainment! I brought a special group of performers who I met in my travels through Athoria. They extended their stay from Artscape just to see you! We are proud to present to you a show filled with wonder and magic. Are you up for joining us in the after party my liege? All those of Court will be there, as will my family.

“Oh, Alivander! It is never a dull moment with you or your good friend Oz to entertain the royal family. Where is he, by the way? I remember a time when you both were so joined at the hip we had thought you as one person! I must say that your talents and skillful trade never cease to amaze me. The fire though...that is another story. A little terrifying...makes me think about times when...well, I don’t really remember actually but I know it gives me a good scare! 

The Rusmenn’s, you say? I haven’t seen them since before my Father died...if you remember I was actually in Awre at the time of his passing. Your mother -- so beautiful, enamoring really -- immediately came to my home and, though embarrassing as it is to admit, she consoled me while I started to grieve. You would think that I would have wanted to leave right away, say goodbye to my Father immediately yet it was challenging. I always had special friends in Awre. I always feel at peace there. 

I look forward to your show, Alivander, as always. Won’t you please go ahead of me and begin to set up? Please let the guards know when it is time.

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Your grace, I've heard rumors about you suffering from recurrent memory loss. Is that true? Do you plan to help your people who suffer from such condition?

Oh, hello. Aren’t you an…interesting looking fella.

This type of thing runs in my family, you see. It is written that all great Kings of England are unable to handle the stress and pressure…or something like that. Such an unfortunate ailment, and I am so very sorry that you suffer as well. It can be difficult to talk about, so I am glad you have stepped forward to speak of your struggles.

As for helping the people of England that suffer, I am leaving that to the hands of our wonderful doctors and physicians. I never found herbology and science quite interesting so I am afraid that I would be more of a nuisance in aiding than helpful. I have heard that an estranged member of the Cooper family made a recent appearance in Athoria, however. I am eager to see what sort of concoction and information he has to say about the issue.

Draven, is it? No last name? Interesting, indeed…I thought I read that name somewhere…perhaps I was mistaken.

Anyway, if you don’t mind actually…I would like to send you on a small quest if you are up to it. I heard rumors of a flower on the far side of Trinity Lakes that may help in this sort of situation that we are unfortunate enough to experience. Would you mind, the next time you are in Athoria, bringing my physician some of its seeds? I will pay you handsomely for your time and adventure, of course. 

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King Jacob, the East Gate stonework around the walls is in need of repairs after the Artscape traffic, but we learned of rumors there was a hold up in production to a greedy Lord working against Lord Donovan. We are unsure if this is true, but I have manged to group together enough men to get the work done. We just need the funding. Will you approve this?

Greedy Lord, you say? Ho, hum. That tends to be one of the most common traits that comes with that privileged, wouldn’t you say? Well, except for Donovan...such a good friend. I do not think there is a greedy bone in his body. Maybe a sadness...but no, not greed.

Oh, the repairs, of course! As always I appreciate your attention to detail. It’s not everyday a stone mason with your talents shows up. My father used to say that the laborers were the true rulers of this country. I agree. While Donovan and I sit behind our fancy fabrics you are out there making buildings and creating. Well, when Chester was our King I did a lot more around these parts...wasn’t so cooped up inside these drafty walls. I hunted, traveled...and would you believe it if I told you I once baked a pastry with that quirky young lad Benjamin? What fun!

But I guess you...might remember me then...considering what you...well...what you are...

Yes the funding! Absolutely! I trust that you and your men will take care of the repairs. I will also offer you several of my knights to evaluate this greedy Lord you speak of. Please do not take that into your hands, Mr. Hilmorsson...I do not want to loose such an asset to this city.

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I SWEAR IT!!! CRIMSON HILL WAS ALIGHT IN SPARKLING LIGHTS A MANY WEEKS AGO!

Oh? Perhaps someone was having a party? It’s a shame I was not invited...

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Beyond London what is your favorite city?

Awre. 

If I could spend my days ruling from our summer home there instead of inside these muggy castle walls, I would do so in a heartbeat. When I was a child, I would sometimes sneak on the back of cabbage carts heading for the lavender city, just hoping to get away for a few days. They always caught me at the gate though. I never got far.

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Have you considered hiring someone to write a play about your legacy my Lord?

Oh dear, no! I don’t believe I have much of a legacy, to be honest. I came into the crown much older than anticipated. My Father, King Chester, lived to be almost ageless, do you remember? Chester was known for the Winchester Graveyard sanctuary and that gave him his name, I believe. That will pass down in history, you see. I’m not trying to be modest, I just don’t think I’ve had much to be necessary worthy of. 

If anyone should write a play about anything, it should be about King Chester. I…I have nothing to put in the history books. Not right now. 

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Can you accept all species for who and what they are rather then be suspicious of them and hurt them.

I believe that all species of animals can be at peace if trained properly. I once had a mangy dog as a child that never got along with the castle hounds. He would always start fights and try to steal food from the others. He was a runty little thing but I think he was only trying to stand up for himself. Eventually, while on a hunt together, all of the hounds tracked a burglar that had killed a hard working man and did only God knows what to his wife and daughters...it was as if the hounds had put all of that aside and knew that their differences meant very little compared to the bigger threat. The burglar was sent to the Island of Man for a very long time. I don’t believe my father, King Chester, ever let the Lady Reyson allow him to leave. I like to think that after all these years he is still there and rotting for his crimes.

So yes, I do believe that all types of species in the kingdom can get along as one. Who knows, perhaps your little pet kitten can find friendship in a lone bird. Or perhaps the wolf can be found protecting the flock of sheep instead of eating it for dinner. 

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They Rise SWP Final Self Para Crimson Hill, England

The Three Witches had summoned her. 

Why? She was not sure...but she assumed it was time to cash in her favor. That was common for ones like her; the ones that sold their souls blindly to the damned of hell, with just a promise and expectation that one day they’d repay for their immortality. Perhaps a part of her thought they had forgotten all about her, that maybe they’d just leave her alone, allow her to reap in the benefits of dark and demonic magic without payment.

She was wrong.

She stood on the edge of Crimson Hill that was shrouded in darkness. Her painted cherry lips stretched into a beautiful smile. She could feel it in the very air. All those of magic would realize what was happening after she was done; that a powerful spell was brewing, something unstoppable. Their kind had felt such powers before, during the First Supernatural War one thousand years ago that stripped memories from all mortals like a plucked grape from the vine. In the end, it was squished and forgotten...so long forgotten.

Her wait in the dark night was brief, however. The man before her was someone she hadn’t believed she’d ever meet in person. He stepped forward into the small flickering light of a solitary torch. Shock managed to be hidden on her face yet not missed by Jezebeth’s vessel, whose pearly white teeth turned into a smile of his own.

“Your majesty,“ she coyly remarked.

"Get on with it,” he ordered easily. Her gaze moved over to the array of green lights seen in the night sky in the very far distance of Athoria. Crimson Hill hummed with its own magic in response to Jezebeth’s arrival. She pushed the tip of her staff into the ground, siphoning the Three Witches spell to supercharge the long held secret of this Hill. A Hell-bound portal awakened under its Poppy filled soils. Orange runes danced under petals, filling the entire area with red, Hellish illumination.

The green magic died off in an instant, and it was then Jezebeth noticed the four phantoms suspended in the air within its center. Their chins rested in peaceful slumber against their chests, unknowing of the sacrifice about to be ensued. All looked to have been subject to varying degrees of torture or infliction from their capture. 

Jezebeth cared little for their state. His only concern was that this would work, this would be successful. 

By Lucifer’s will...it will be.

The witch positioned herself before them, her mighty staff encrusted with a clear crystal pulsing in readying acceptance. Black magic exploded instantly in all directions. 

A vibration of dark matter rumbled the mountains in the West and shook the ground in a fierce earthquake that would be felt around the entire world.

Jezebeth set his feet into a sturdier stance as the influx of energy overwhelmed the witch almost immediately. 

Her eyes exploded with white hot light. The King lifted his hands to block its intensity from burning out his own vessels. A terrorized scream ripped through her. Pulses and pulses and pulses of red light emulated in a strange and unknown pattern, until it cracked her skin as if she were made of glass.

Millions of crimson petals were now held in suspension around them. Time seemed to have fallen quite still. Jezebeth did not manage a solitary blink, fearful to miss an important moment. Her ongoing scream of agony and personal sacrifice cut off, overpowered by the dark magic. The weakened human form transformed into tangible energy...before detonating completely, sending the King falling backwards from the blast.

The staff remained floating upright in the air. Magic flowed freely from the crystal and siphoned energy from The Three Witches, slithering like a snake towards its prey. Lucifer’s voice and laughter echoed in the air before the creeping energy shoved through the phantoms eyes. They tore from their sockets with a violent and gory tug. Both their supernatural powers and their soul, once bound to Hell, converted into pure white energy. It siphoned into the crystal atop the levitated staff, swirling into to a dark onyx complexion.

The four bodies collapsed lifeless on the ground. 

The King went to the staff, gripping it possessively now that it contained unprecedented power. 

Had it worked?

"Follow through with the plans,“ he said to his own minions, who had ventured closer to their King once the energy in Crimson Hill had settled. Jezebeth stared at the four bodies, a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty tainted on his aging face. His body shook with intensity, feeling the power from the staff rumble as if it already yearned to be released. 

His trusted men reached for the bodies, gathering them and dragging them to various carriages set out to venture in different directions. He entered his own, determined to head back to the castle and hide the staff for safe keeping.

“We shall see if they rise.”

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Jezebeth what does your true form look like?

“Err...Jezebeth? Isn’t that a... demon name? Is that what people are calling me in the streets? How awful...I wonder what I did to deserve such a threat...”

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Would you ever take a Queen?

I assume there is no better time than now, given the circumstances, to announce the answer to this anticipated question:

Yes. There is a very special someone that my council has picked out for a union. However, she is not ready to be wed yet and I must respect the wishes of her father in order for the alliance to be trustworthy. I greatly appreciate England’s patience while we settle these matters accurately. Needless to say, there will be a Royal Wedding in the near future if all goes according to plan. 

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The Cheval Glass || Part 3 of 3

As Jezebeth ~Approximately 1-2 months after I See Fire Part One || Part Two

Jezebeth quickly scribbled words onto parchment and tied it to the leg of his raven, and the bird flew south. Jezebeth knew it was just a matter of time now before the world discovered a new evil.

Ancient Sisters,

After an uncountable amount of time spent wobbling around this earthen plane, we have finally received orders to continue with the plan.

Collette's soul was the final piece to Lucifer's collection, a day he had been waiting for since the raising of the Markham lineage so many years ago. When she was turned, Collette’s soul remained in purgatory, untouchable. But now, that once human soul is now in the tight grasp of our Dark Lord. I do not know what this means, nor does a part of me want to know. But as you had originally promised, you must travel to England and perform the spell. I have accommodated the setting for you. Please come to Crimson Hill in a fortnight after your appropriate preparations.

.......It is time.

-- King of Falsehoods ♛

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The Cheval Glass || Part 2 of 3

As Jezebeth ~Approximately 1-2 months after I See Fire Part One

It was an old friend to Jezebeth, a rusty and basic looking mirror that was both blessed and cursed with dark magic not of this world. And through the specks of the glass was a window into Hell only visible to Jezebeth's blackened eyes when Lucifer commanded. It was only when Jacob did not exist and Jezebeth reigned full control over his body, proclaiming the demon that he truly was underneath of the skin, that the falsehood king could hear the words of the Morningstar. Breaking the laws of the realm were near impossible in this capacity, and because of this the mirror only spoke one way. It was then, that night, that Lucifer spoke the words that Jezebeth had been anticipating his entire existence on earth:

"It is time,"

Hell was not a friendly place. To think of the memories spent lounging about in the fiery pits of competing demons and presidents left him near shaking, unhappy. Earth had been a strange escape from the monsters, the deformed demons that were twisted into nightmares, roaming and moaning around the circles in hopes of Lucifer paying them attention, or thinking they were worthy. At least that was what Jezebeth had always believed. His entrance onto Earth was an immediate realization that Hell was not for him; that his manipulation and skill set were better used on the humans that God created in this realm, versus the kindred in the flames.

He swallowed and nodded obediently, shivering at Lucifer's whispers against his ears, and suddenly Jacob's vessel was cold and pale, reacting to the uncomfortable feeling creeping through the human bones and flesh that Jezebeth wore like a suit. He could not look upon it anymore, in fear of being sucked right through that mirror and back into the pit itself, and his “freedom” on Earth being stripped from him entirely.

The demon closed his eyes, erasing the image of Hell from his sight, and when he opened them again the image inside The Cheval Glass was simply reflecting that of Jacob's aging face...handsome and fit to be King. Jezebeth touched at the creases under his eyes and stretched the skin on his forehead, secretly wishing to never have to leave such a peaceful body and mind ever again. But he knew better. 

This was the way of his reign. This was the truth of loyalty to Lucifer.

Jezebeth quickly scribbled words onto parchment and tied it to the leg of his raven, and the bird flew south. Jezebeth knew it was just a matter of time now before the world discovered a new evil.

Tick-Tock.