The Matron quickly transpired into the upper levels of the massive house. Her feet tapped gently as she quickly ascended the stairs, not caring if she made any noise. There were only a couple of small lights lit with faerie fire to aid the spectrum as she passed the many hallways that led to her destination. The walls of stone were warm to the touch, a courtesy to the matron. Since cold didn't effect her she had the castle innovated to be heated so she could have the feel of warmth at her finger tips. A feeling she missed after so many years of damnation.
Eclavice came to sharp corner and swiftly took it. In doing so she nearly tripped over a small, boy servant that was passing the same area. She growled in frustration before slapping the boy with the back side of her hand. "Watch yourself"! She screamed, flustered. Then, she continued to her destination.
Finally, she came to the worship area. The door had a large skull on it, a sign of the Goddess that was worshiped behind it. Derahel clenched her right fist as a green flame formed around it. With a thrust of her right hand the door broken in and fell apart into a patch of splinters. Some pieces were lit with the flames, burning on the floor. A few women were within performing ceremonies or praying. The ones on their knees shot up immediately and looked in the matron's direction with wide eyes of shock and fear. Some screamed and jumped away at the sight of the sudden outburst.
Her burning red eyes shined as they scanned the women inside. They seemed to gleam brighter as she raised her voice. "Out"! The Matron screamed loudly with a bit of fury.
The clerics, priestesses and their servants all raced to exit the room. All but a small crowd of females. "Mistress, we are in the middle of a very important ceremony, to end it now could bring the wrath of the Vengeful Banshee." explained one of the them in a low, soft voice. Within nothing more then a blink of an eye Eclavice was beside the woman, her taloned hand around the priestesses throat. "Her wrath would be a relaxing day compared to what mine will be if you do not leave," She warned and the slowly mouthed,"Now." She slightly turned the girls head to look her in the eyes."Understand."
The girl nodded in panic as her face turned a blue hue. Eclavice grinned evilly, her fangs protruding. Her gripped relaxed as she chucked the girl toward the door. The foolish priestess took off quickly, her other companions following suit. One of the servants was in such hurried frenzy that she tripped and her face landed just short of the matrons boot. Eclavice glared down at her and kicked her in the face. Whimpering, the girl clutched her bleeding nose and ran out the door.
Now, with all the people gone from the sacred room Eclavice reached inside her cloak of limitless capacity and pulled out her two swords. One with a topaz gem within the hilt, the other a sapphire. Each holding its own magical attribute. Standing in at the beginning of the isle she could see everything clearly. All the statues of Kiaransalee that lined the walls, each holding its own brazer of burning green light. The marble slab at the very end that lay before a giant work piece of the Goddess. Her marble hands spread wide over the sacrificing table, and a huge grin carved on the banshees face.
A few wooden pews were sat up near the large monument for prayer and rest. In the center of the room, carved into the stone floor was a hand,each finger adorned in silver, a sign to the goddess. Above the symbol was a mirror, that when it caught the rays off the other mirror, the one close to the entrance where Eclavice stood, it would shine on the hand. Once it did the rings carved on it would light up in silver. This only happened at specific times when the mirrors rotated themselves into the position. That time was now.
The little glass piece revolved and the rays from the other reflected from it down on the holy symbol. Each ring began to shine, tiny silver pools wrapped around the fingers. A frown once again appeared on Eclavices face. She stood directly beside the other mirror that was atop a pedestal. With a snarl she thrust the topaz hilt of the blade in her right hand into the prism. Thousands of shards exploded and crashed to the floor. The silver strips immediately faded away, just like the goddess was, though Eclavice did not know it, literally, but in her heart she was disowning the banshee. She closed her eyes and took a series of deep, slow breathes. Finally, she opened her eyes, which were now brighter then before, more hungry, more demonic. A grin came to her lips as she walked the isle.
The flames of each brazer moved with her. As she passed each one the flame of the one on either side of her would jump to the next brazer, adding to the next flame, making it larger and larger. This process happened until she reached the last two brazers. The flames on both sides were so huge that the heat could be felt within the middle of them, causing tiny beads of sweat on her forehead.
Eclavice twirled the blades in her hands and then placed them on either side of hip within the belt she wore. Then, she extended her hands out. Palms up to the flames. Suddenly the flames grew even more and blazed loudly. They began to dance like tendrils, over flowing their containers. Flexing her finger, Eclavice controlled the fire. She lifted her hands up and the fire went as well. Above her head she placed her wrists together, palms still open. Both flames came together completely above her head and formed a titanic orb of fire.
Her hands twisted and turned, still with the same posture, but now at a different angle as she brought her hands down in front before her at eyes level. The fireball crackled as it moved in time and aligned with the massive statue of the crazed goddess before the slab. "May this happen in truth one day." The Matron cursed, then threw her hands forward. The green, flaming orb shot out and smashed into the monument with a loud explosion.
Pieces of stone flew everywhere at impact. The flames licked the marbled, now disfigured face of Kiaransalee. The two statues that were at the sides of the monument were completely destroyed. The ground around it split and the closest pews broke. Ecalvice turned from it and then reached for her sword with the topaz in the hilt. She walked toward the symbol on the floor, but stopped a good measure of seven feet from it. She glared down at the damnable holy symbol as the topaz gem gleamed brightly. With a slight effort she lept from the ground and upon landing she dug the blades tip into the stone. With the impact came the magic. The ground split, a trench was formed as it snaked toward the symbol. There at the center a bright orange like light erupted and demolished the symbol.
The matron then continued the destruction by placing a foot beneath one of the wooden pews and kicking it at one of the Kiaransalee brazers. Both objects broke away into small pieces. Afterward she moved about the room in a frenzy of fury and slight psychotic obsession of destruction. Slicing and busting things with both her blades in hands.
By the time everything within the room was dismembered and destroyed she was out of energy. Once again close to the center of the room she stood limp. She was leaned forward breathing hard, head down. With a light grip on the sword hilts, the tips were mildly touching the cracked stone floor. Crackles and popping were echoing around her from the fires and the lightning she summoned from her sapphire blade to explode a few statues, even so, she couldn't hear the noises. Even as pieces of ruble clattered down around her. Nothing. Eclavice only heard her heart beat and her harsh breathing.
Soon, all was dominated by loud laughter. The matron leaned back, head pointed up as she exploded in evil laughter. Tears formed as she did so. She suddenly ceased and replaced her blades in her magic cloak. A hand brushed through her long, white hair as she fixed the mess and then straighten her torn and filthy clothes. Her boots tapped the ground as she maneuvered around the mess to the other exit where a door still remained. Once there she placed her hand on the handle, but before leaving she glanced over the room once more. The flames had all died away and only whips of smoke and tiny coals remains among the damaged stoned.
Matron Eclavice grinned at her work before exiting the room. As she closed the door a small spider climbed from its dark recesses of rest, where a spider would naturally stay. Usually, this area in particularly was always kept clean and freed of spiders and their webs as well as other pest, this one must of been lucky. The tiny creature scuttled over the broken face of a Kiaransalee statue and watched as the Matron of Derahel closed the hidden exits door quietly behind her, not aware of the eight legged child of Lolth within Eclavices home.
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