“So...it…it…” she babbled. She saw the gauntlets glowing faintly, and her fingernails began to take on a distinctly talon-like appearance similar to that of the Red Queen from her dreams.
Azura began shaking as her hands became more demonic and infernal chants sounded quietly throughout the room, but the vision and accompanying sounds soon passed. Shaken, she turned over and began quietly crying into her pillow. Old feelings surged up from the past. Anger. Frustration. Fear…
And hopelessness. The same hopelessness she had felt when Elder had taken her captive with the others in Varrock so many years ago, and the hopelessness brought forth by the infernal chants of the Red Queen which echoed in her mind until she finally fell asleep.
“I am everything you are,” she had said. “I am everything you are not. And more. Your power may belong to Belial, but when it is gone I shall always be there in your shadow. You can never escape me.”
^+^ The End of Chapter 5 ^+^
^+^ Antediluvian of the Draculesti Bloodline ^+^
^+^ If the Gods see fit to curse us with the Blood, then we shall raise ourselves above them ^+^
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