From Malice: The Dark Years..”Into the Shadows..”

From Malice: The Dark Years… Into the Shadows.
Ge’nah-

The thought of failure was never an option, the act, forbidden. Ge’nah would do whatever it took to claim her prize, especially if that prize was the head of her opponent. He shouldn’t have flinched, she’d warned him the blade was sharp, but like all of the others, he hadn’t listened.
“Remove him from my sight!” She growled, wiping the male’s blood from her blade. “He is not worthy of the coin in that sack!”
“Yes, my lady!” The guard bowed his head, only to find her fingers wrapped tightly about his throat.
“Call me a lady again and you will have no head to bow. Would you like to die today?” She hissed in his face, her hair whipping about her as it fell from place. “Answer me!”
“It would help if you removed your hand from his windpipe. They do need to breathe, you know?” Came a voice, followed by laughter as the footsteps drew closer.
Ge’nah looked up towards the steps, to her sister with the humorous grin. ” I need to know his answer.”
“Of course, for you, are a greedy little heathen!” Her sister howled, traipsing towards her in a gown so fair. “You always have to have them all. Every last one of them, no matter what it is, you never leave any for the rest of us.”
“Heathen?” Ge’nah spat out, letting go of the male who landed like a sack of oats at her feet.
“For lack of a better word, yes.”
“I guess it is better than being a whore!” Ge’nah laughed and turned towards the guard house.
“Laugh all you like, at least I find pleasure in my arts.” Lo’rell’s words stung and had Ge’nah spinning on her heels, her eyes all aglow.
“I too find pleasure in my arts, in fact, there an isle filled with treasures, the likes you could only imagine, my dear sister.” Ge’nah drew closer. “But, there is a difference, you see, your lovers come and go, but my treasures will remain with me through a thousand lifetimes.”
“The feel of a lover’s skin against my own is far more pleasureful than the cool, hard surface of a million gold coins.” Lo’rell grinned, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You know nothing!” Ge’nah turned again towards the guardhouse, fully intending on making it inside and shutting the door on Lo’rell’s nonsense, but the words that followed had her stopping just short of the handle.
“I know we have been summoned before our master.”
“When?”
“He will return in just under three hours and has requested our presence in the throne room,” Lo’rell growled. “He has called for Malice and Marena as well.”
“Then we must…” Ge’nah started towards the stairs Lo’rell had just descended, when a guard appeared at the top.
“You are needed.” Was all he got out before the wave was upon them.
“Malice….” Lo’rell let out, feeling the anger ripple through her body as she watched Ge’nah disappear from the bottom step, and she too, let her mind carry her away.
Something was very wrong.

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Loki~

Loki the God of Mischief paced in his cell as the two little pests waited outside. The taller of the pair looking in the small square hole covered with magicked bars to keep him from escaping.
When she did so the next time he put on his most ingratiating grin before speaking with his eyes sparkling. “Who are you, young woman? Such a sweet thing you are.” Morgan smiled back and whispered leaning close..”It’s not going to work, I know who you are Master of Trickery. I wouldn’t want to share your fate. Gil has something special in mind for you for hurting Sif. He’s practically her mate now you know.” Then Morgan tilts her head when she did Loki’s heart stopped. Mal had that “look” too. When she was going to do something devious and it was something he wouldn’t like. Then the young bard whispered again.. “You work for the Hand of Death, Malice herself. She’s not going to be happy that you fucked up and got yourself caught. Frankly, I’d be more worried about what She’s going to do.”
(Poor Loki he does have time.) Morgan sent to Van who promptly snickered. Which had to be one of the most blood-chilling sounds he had ever heard.
Loki then looked at the bard’s redhaired companion. His eyes narrowed as he looked at Van. He’d heard of her, this Wytchkyrie child. One of Lady Mists young lovers and quite possibly one of the deadliest creatures in the universe a Phoenix Class Wytchkyrie.One of Ashlyn’s masterpieces.

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THE NOVEL
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“Calm yourself, Loki.”
“Calm me? Are you serious?” He blurted out, pacing back and forth at the end of the bed. “You’re telling me that she is watching our past? Right here, right now?”
The thought of it scared the living daylights out of him. The things he’d done, the people he’d done them for, no wonder Tisiphone was filled with such rage. She’d tried to kill him, twice, spouting words like Traitor, Betrayer, and Treason.
“She is learning.”
“Come on, Navina, you know more than just, she’s learning.” Loki shook his head, then scratched at the stubble on his chin. “And don’t give me that, I cannot intervene bullshit. This isn’t The Order and Pathen can’t hurt you anymore.”
“You too, are learning.” She replied, her back to him as she watched the flames in the hearth.
“And what, you’re my teacher?” He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest as he muttered to himself.
“No, she is.”
Those words circled in his mind and he had to think hard. How could Tisiphone teach him anything? She was so young.
“Age means nothing when you can dream as she does.” Navina turned with a grin on her face. “Look at you, an ancient no less, yet you cease to learn from your mistakes. You are impatient and temperamental. You do not think before you act and you never take responsibility for that which you have left in shambles.”
“Yes, and you’re such a perfect being, we might as well call you Ellaria.” He snapped back at her. “But then, our most benevolent Lady of Light had a few skeletons in her closet too, didn’t she?”
“No one is perfect, Loki, not even Ellaria.”
“At least we both agree on something.” He choked out as Tisiphone began to toss and turn once more.
“Traitor.” She hissed, though her eyes never opened.
“We may make mistakes, but at least we learn from them!” Navina’s eyes closed and the room grew colder. “Now it is your turn…” She smiled, waving her hand before the hearth and the flames inside began to dance higher than before.
Loki couldn’t stop what was happening, his body felt light as a feather and the sounds of footsteps began to echo in his mind. “What are you doing?” He asked, fear taking hold as the scenery melted together and the footsteps grew even louder.
“Watch, and learn Loki!” Navina’s voice was but a distant whisper and the next thing he knew, he was back in the cold, dark caverns beneath Rihmsjalier…

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“I can’t wait,” Sif added with a delighted grin and placed a kiss on Gil’s stubble-covered cheek. “Loki’s going to get a taste of his own medicine, and it’s high time, too!” She giggled but stopped short with a tilt of her head. “Yet, what if Ashe doesn’t want to play along?” She inquired softly as if speaking the words too loud would see them come to pass. “We can’t force her to do this.”
“Are you kidding me? She’s an assassin. One of their primary skills is impersonation, to get close to their target.” Gil assured them. “I’ve done similar things myself, to help me blend in. It’s all about the reconnaissance, learning the target’s habits so you can plan your attack. I’m sure she’d jump at the chance to pay Malice back in a big way.”
“Has he ever seen Ashe before? Won’t he be able to tell the difference?” Sif asked, nuzzling into Gil’s neck.
“She is quite skilled in the art of illusion.” Mist sighed, having given in to the persuasion at hand. “I have seen it for myself.”
“And if he doesn’t follow Ashe’s illusion of Malice and spill all he knows?” Sif cut in again. “I mean, knowing she was here would surely light a candle beneath him…”
“You mean, light a fire under his ass!” Gil chuckled, itching for a drink as his females rested against him.
“Yes, a fire under his ass.” Sif grinned and nipped at his ear.
He knew where this was going and if he had any hope in all the hells that were of seeing this through, he couldn’t give in to their wiles. “We will be prepared for all actions he might take.” He explained, pulling away from them and making for the desk, he poured himself a drink.
“How can we prepare, if we don’t know what he will do?” Mist asked, taking a seat across from him once more.
“I may be able to help answer that.” Came a voice from the doorway and all three of them turned to find a young, dark-haired female waiting for permission to enter.
“Oh?” Mist let out, rising from her chair to usher the female in.
“You have information for us regarding the prisoner?” Gil inquired, taking a seat in his own chair with a drink in hand. “Do you know why he’s come? Other than killing me, that is.”
“He made no mention of killing anyone, save for someone called Zander.” The female replied, her head still hung as she stood with hands clasped before her. “He’s looking for something.”
“Would explain why he was in the Hall in the first place.” Mist looked to Sif and then Gil. “There is much in that room to cause harm…”
“A weapon of sorts.” Gil nodded in agreement.
“And if he needed a weapon, to kill you?” She added, giving Gil reason to consider the question for a moment.
“We must take an inventory of the Hall, in case this isn’t the first time he’s been here.” Sif cut in, but Mist shook her head.
“How do you know this?” She let out, eyeing the female. “What is your name?”
“Morgan, my lady.” The female replied. “I was asked to speak with the prisoner, in hopes I could, tame him.”
“Tame him?” Sif blurted out.
“How?” Gil added, taking another drink.
“You are the Bard that Vanessa speaks of, and very fondly I might add.” Mist’s suspicion diminished and she smiled. “The two of you are, close?”
“As close as we can be!” The female smiled back.
“Well, if you can tame that one, then perhaps you could tame Loki if you had about five-thousand years.” Sif rolled her eyes and let out a giggle. “Firemages are temperamental at the best of times.”
“They do play with fire!” Morgan reminded her.
“Indeed!” Mist laughed. “But what about Loki? What did he say?”
“It was more of what he wouldn’t say, or do, for that matter. Even Vanessa tried, but he would have none of her seductive ways.” Morgan explained. “He loves her.”
“Who?” Gil choked out, placing his drink on the desk before him.
“Loki loves Malice. It’s clear as day on his face when you say her name. Were he ice, she would be the flame that melts him.” Morgan grinned. “She says jump, he asks not only how high but also where he’s to land.”
“Are you serious?” Mist narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms before her.
“His only wish is to find, it, and return to her, to please her. My guess is that he’s in the doghouse for something and he’s trying to make it up to her.”
“And he said nothing of what, it, was?” Gil inquired, scratching at the stubble on his chin.
“No, he did not.”
“And if Malice appears to him before he’s gotten what he came for…”
“He was searching the Hall, and who knows what the legions have stored in there.” Sif cut in.
“There could be a nuclear weapon in there for all we know,” Gil muttered, then poured another drink. “Get the Elves to inventory every weapon in Rihmsjalier. The repairs on the gate are almost complete and when they’re done, it’s to remain locked at all costs. We can’t risk anyone else popping in to raid the armories.”
“We need to know what his plans are.” Mist looked to Morgan. “Ask Vanessa to step up her attempts, perhaps even mention the Hall itself as a place she’d love to, take him.”
Morgan grinned back at her and turned on her heels, making for the door. Gil sat in his chair, rubbing at his eyes, and Sif waited patiently for Mist to stop pacing back and forth.
“You’ll wear a hole in the carpet.” She sighed, letting her chin rest in her hand.
“Sif, can you handle the inventory?” Mist stopped short and eyed their lover. “I will go will Gil and speak with Ashe. The sooner we find out what’s going on, the better.”
Sif rose from her chair and stretched her arms up, over her head. “Finally.” She grinned, blowing a kiss in Gil’s direction. “I will see the two of you, at the evening meal.”

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There was always more to a story than met the eye. There were always more secrets, more lies, a never ending search for answers that may very well have died with the Ancients; but they had to try.
Many had fallen in what was being called the greatest war of all times. Hundreds of planets had been ravaged beyond repair, mighty cities and vast civilizations returned to dust, their lands unable to support life. Millions had lost their lives, and many more were left devastated when their homes had been destroyed and their families, shattered beyond repair. This, was what the Verse had come to, and despite their many victories, Malice knew there was much more to come. The war was far from over, and those who were missing, had yet to find their way home.
She’d already lost her past to the Eno’tai, she’d lost her friends and those she’d loved; and there was no way she was going to hand them her future too. She would find what she’d lost, and she’d bring them all home or die trying, for they couldn’t win this war alone.

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