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The murder of Queen Kaelene
The Shadows in the dark temple seemed to gnaw at the very fabric of reality, threatening to eternally devour anyone who got in its way, the only light came from the window above the altar, which allowed the moon to bathe the bloodstained stone in its pale glow. The men and women who had met their untimely demise on this very spot had long since been buried, but they aided Sibel even in death. She had gently Laid Pearle's Monarch on the black Marble. Feeling had long since been restored to her limbs which were now bound tightly behind her back, a gag was shoved in her mouth, and her feet were also bound tightly. Tears coursed down her cheeks as she stared up at the sky, for the last time admiring her god's majesty. Why he had abandoned her to this fate, she had no idea, but this was indeed her end. Through her tears it seemed she could make out a cloudy picture just above her, and yet miles away. No, not miles, worlds. Worlds away two woman gazed down at her sadly. Their tears flowed in sync with her own, and one of them reached out as if to wipe her eyes. Her lips moved with wordless, soundless comfort, and Kaelene ached to be held by these two beautiful women. One of them had long hair, as pale as moon glow, twin horns protruded from her scull, and curled elegantly. Her red eyes held a note of sad indifference as she firmly held the arm of the other whose shock of indigo locks barely brushed her shoulders and framed a long pointed horn protruding from her forehead. She was the one who reached for Kaelene with yearning earnest. The Queen of Pearle's cry was muffled as the vision faded away, and she was once again cold, alone, and doomed to a terrible end by the hands of that green eyed demon.
Sibel swept into the room, her silk dress was so black, it seemed to suck all the light out of the room. Jet buttons lined the front, and it was cinched at the waist with a thin silver wrap. The full sleeves were embroidered with symbols blessedly shielded from human view for over a millennia. Her venomous green eyes were lined with coal, and her sleek black curls were pinned back out of her face. Crimson lips were curled in an unpleasant smile as she waved a long, and cruelly curved knife in front of Kaelene's face. She gently removed the gag with her other hand. The Queen trembled uncontrollably at the sight of the knife, but she vowed not to give this evil woman the pleasure of hearing her whimper, or cry out in any way whatsoever. Sibel began to sway back and forth, chanting in a foreign tongue, as she moved her hands in odd patterns over Kaelene's body. The green eyes were focused on something not there; her pupils shrunk, and then vanished as her chanting increased in intensity. Her gown swirled in an alien wind, and her hair was torn loose from its pins, and whipped around her pale face. Making her appear almost ethereal. But Kaelene held no reverence for the beautiful woman, for death was clutched in her hand. Her hand began to rise, and the wind whipped up again, stronger than before. The Queen braced herself and swore that no noise would emerge from her mouth. The silver knife plunged deep into her chest, filling her entire body with a frigid burning sensation that grew in intensity as the seconds passed. The glowing gateway opened before her as her spirit departed from its now useless shell, free from pain, and worldly cares she ascended. But the odd woman followed her progress with sightless eyes, and raised her hand to point at the Queens departing spirit.
A cord whipped out from her fingers and wrapped around her ankle, Kaelene was dragged back down into a world full of pain. She now understood, Sibel was not finished with her yet. Her blood spilled over the tiles, and swirled around Sibel's feet she noticed dully.
The knife descended again.
Kaelene screamed.

Sibel's take-over

The murder had been brutal.
Jadeira slumped in her sattle as her men secured the perimeter.
There was no need to explain that the murderer had fled long ago.
This unidentified woman had been killed like no other. The Dark tiles of this once sacred place were slippery with her blood. The woman wore finery to contest her own court clothes, which didn't bode well. Her advisors wanted this kept quiet, but already an unsettled mob were gathered in the streets, and peering accusingly out their windows.
Jadeira had no doubt as to who they blamed for all these murders. Especially now, since they had finally located a witness. Her guards had escorted him into the throne room, half drunk by the look of him, but when he saw Jadeira he had curled into a fetal position and bawled uncontrollably, until the men had dragged him outside. Even more disturbing, and incriminating was his description of the murderess. Dark hair, and green eyes. Queen Jadeira's eyes were now the talk of the kingdom. Assasination attempts had been thwarted thrice already, and it wasn't even afternoon... She slid off her horse as four of the guard carried the body, swaddled in a bloodstained wrap. Her hand clapped over her heart she murmered a prayer for the fallen. The mob went insane at the sight of the body, and demanded for justice. She wearily swung op into the saddle and trotted back to the palace under heavy guard. The mob followed on their heels, waving pitchforks and the like. Sighing, she shook her head 'how unoriginal.'
A figure garbed in red awaited her. On her throne. Jadeira's eyes widened as she took in the sight, a procession of heavily armed men stood between herself and the strange woman.
"My, my Jadeira. Haven't we been busy lately? Its rather a pity your subjects didn't see your true nature sooner.."
Sibel didn't wait for an answer. Her revealing gown was fashioned like a Kimono, and made of a red not unlike fresh blood. Her dark hair was held back with a delicate comb fashioned to resemble a budding rose. Her skin was pale, and she wore no jewelry save for a small china bottle around her neck, on a braided cord of gold. a golden jewel shaped like a teardrop adorned her brow. "Im terribly sorry my dear, but the votes have been cast, and Im afraid the people do not want a murdering half demon for a queen. I'm here to take your place child." Shock was evident in the queen's eyes as she gazed up at Sibel, "Oh don't worry, I have convinced them to spare your life, assuring them that after a few weeks I'm sure you will regret the day your father met your mother." She laughed, and motioned for the men standing at her side to take Jadeira into custody,
" I spoke to you before men, and you know my orders. Follow them and we will have no problems. Take her to the dungeons but before you go, bring me her crown." The guards oblidged, and dragged the former queen out of the room, and down the spiraled staircase towards her bleak future.

Later
Sibel giggled like a child, as she pulled the wings of a butterfly that had been gliding around her head. She was literally draped across the throne, with her officials carefully averting their gaze so as not to catch her attention, which often proved lethal. They were no doubt regretting granting her the throne, and all its spoils. Sibel didn't much care, she had what she wanted, The Esperanzan queen in her grasp, that was all that matters. Plus her henchman were doing a wonderful job of securing her position, by instilling fear in the hearts of the people. She dropped the wriggling, wingless butterfly on the floor, and brushed off her skirts.
She was becoming rather bored. There was no one to murder, no one to torture. No blood to be spilled at all until the foreign delegates arrived. And that was only if they resisted. She stuck her lower lip out, and motioned for an unlucky guard to step foreword. "Fetch me that murderous wretch, Jadeira. bring her into my rooms, and leave her there won't you?" He began to walk off, but then hesitated, looking back at her, as if to be sure he heard her right. Her smile widened as she motioned him to return to her side. she caressed his stubbly jaw, and leaned close to him, "What’s your name soldier?" She cooed into his ear.
"Walters your majesty, Lieutenant Walters." He saluted her with one hand, but didn't meet her piercing gaze, preferring instead to allow his gaze to roam where it shouldn't. Sibel bristled, her green eyes flashing, as she pulled him closer. The officials shifted uncomfortably, but didn't move, or say a word. Sibel took one finger, and lightly pressed her fingernail against the vein pulsing at his neck. His eyes widened in surprise, as she sunk her nail into his vein, and trailed it down to his collarbone. Blood poured down his front in a sickening river, within minutes his life had slipped away, and his head splashed into a pool of his own blood.
Sibel clucked her tongue as if in remorse, " Pity that had to be done Lieutenant." She was thrilled with herself, " Now, you-"she pointed to the other guard, "This man's orders are now your own, heed them or suffer the same fate." He rushed off, no doubt glad to be out of her presence.
she looked down at herself, the hemline of her gown, as well as her arm up to her elbow was soaked with blood. "I’m retiring to my rooms for the night, the rest of you are excused.
they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Jadiera's Torment
Her bare feet dragged across the cold stone floor.
The guards had unabashedly stripped her of her clothes, weapons, and shoes, and tossed her into one of the many cells.
The darkness was overwhelming in her cramped cell whose only furnishing was a smelly old chamber pot.
She shivered; the other prisoners were pressed up against the bars on every side. She sat curled in a little ball in the middle of her prison, as greasy fingers reached for her, and gap toothless men leered at her through the bars. Mercifully a pitying guard had tossed her a rag of a blanket about an hour ago, so she was reasonably covered. Fifteen minutes after his minor act of kindness, another guard had tossed her bloody head into her cage to keep her company. Jadeira, stripped of everything she had worked for, everything she cared for was long past caring, she had retreated deep inside herself, and wasn't aware of anything but the blissful emptiness of her innermost thoughts. She wished she could've told Vermillion not to return, to stay in Pearle. To avoid the bloodbath that would surely follow.
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Jadeira bit her lip against the pain, The guards dragged her across the marble floor, and up the stone steps, gratting against ankles already scraped from kicking at the bars of her prison. Likewise, her fists bled against the rough hold the guards had on her hands. She flinched as the hateful jeers reached her ears. Her long black hair was matted with blood, and muck. Her porcelin(sp?) skin was smeared with dirt, and filth from her underground prison. She wore a rough, torn rag they called a dress, as they tossed it to her from a few feet away. Once the Queen had gained conscence anough to realize what was going on, it became dangerous for anyone to venture any closer than absolutly neccesary. Her current captors had scratch, and bite marks on their arms, faces, and necks from their brief, but painful tussle in the catacombs below.
Jadeira had reverted to her demonic side, Her clear green eyes had bled red, and her teeth had elongated, and sharpened into fine points. Sibel awaited her upstairs, she knew. The night would be a long, and painful one for sure. Sibel had a cruel sense of entertainment.
They reached Sibels rooms, Jadeira's old rooms, and dragged her into the mairoom. The palace blacksmiths, and leatherworkers had been kind enough to make Sibel a Cage, and chains for her pet Queen. The guards Snapped the chains around her wrists and ankles, the rough metal scraping against her raw flesh. A leather collar, chained to the bars would choke her at any attempt of an escape. She was then lifted off the ground with a very expertly designed pulley system. Jadeira made a mental note to execute those responsible for this nightmare machine. It was like pulling her in many directions at once.
The door creaked, and Jadeira took one last shuddering sigh before ushering her sane self into the back of her mind, and allowing her feral demon half to consume all awareness. Blocking out the pain, and terror with Ager, and a savage bloodthirst unlike anything she had ever experienced before.
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Sibel raced up the stairs, her eyes luminisce with savage excitement at the prospect of tormenting her predecessor.
She flung open the doors to her room, and leered evilly at the Pitiful excuse of a Queen cowering before her.
"Well, well Jadeira, its been awhile hasn't it?
I'm sure you'll be happy to know that I have taken total, and complete control of your kingdom. The sacraficial ritual is almost complete. I need only spill the blood of two more member of the royal lineage, across the altar, and I will be unstoppable."
Her venemous green eyes flashed as she leaned in close,
"But I don't want just anyone, in fact, I think I'm going to aim for two of the most influential women in the world, The infamous empress of Houka, and Lady Yami of Domachi.
She scrutinized Jadeira with her piercing gaze, and ran a long bloody trail down her already bruised arm with one nail. "Look at me when I'm talking to you my sweet.
Do you consider yourself lucky? That your not next on my list, Well I have much greater plans for you Jadeira. I intend to bring this entire world to its knees. I intend to bring around the eternal age of darkness, presided over by myself, and the king of Darkness himself. Your father, Laos, king of Demons. I intend to tear the veil.