Chapter 187: Weylines
Violet felt humiliated falling off his lap during her attempt to get away from him. He had this ability to take away all her dignity whenever he felt the need.
"We have a big night planned ahead, we move all my little pets to another continent where we have a meeting with the Rogue King, Theoron."
The Rogue King.
Ezelreth gathered his army and moved in sync.
"Where are we going?" Violet asked.
"To a weyline." He smirked.
"what, but how?"
"Being an ancient old demon has it’s perks you know." He was being cocky.
Viole rolled her eyes and went to get up but shoved back down. "Ah, ah, ah, you’re not going anywhere. Watch me and my incredible ability. As I work towards our common goal. Acquiring your daughter and destroying the pack that took her. Theoron wants the same. The destruction of the BloodMoon Pack."
Violet grunted hitting the floor of her mind.
The idea of rescuing her daughter excited and scared her. She knew when they meet, they will recognize each other. The DarkChild and MoonChild. They would battle it out. Violet would make sure Odette comes out the winner.
She should have listened to the goddess and backed off, but she couldn’t. Fate had won against her.
But this would give Odette and edge she wouldn’t have otherwise.
She stayed silent and remained at his feet. He transformed her consciousness again, creating a movie theater style throne room, where he sat in the center and watched her view from a screen.
’This is absurd, I can’t believe he’s doing this, that anyone is capable of this.’ Violet thought to herself.
"Rise." The voice that came was hers, but underneath it carried a strong deep undertone and with that one word he commanded an entire army in an instant. It was so absolute it sounded odd coming from her body.
"Come." They followed. Obediently. Mindlessly. Their eyes devoid of any sign of their previous humanity.
Leaving the warehouse under the cover of darkness, they roamed the streets like they owned them. Violet sat helpless against his feet.
Reduced to this. To sitting at a man, she hates feet again.
They walked for miles coming to a water treatment plant.
"Here?" Violet asked confused. "There’s a weyline here?"
"You’ll see" Ezelreth smiled mischievously.
Stopping near the front gate, one by one they climbed over.
Ezelreth simply lifted them off the ground with his abilities.
Bringing them both in Violet’s body over it with grace.
Walking through his army they parted for them. Like they were an ocean, and he was Moses.
Together they walked unnoticed to the back corner of the treatment plants gated property.
Ezelreth walked over to one of the Turned and brought him over to the corner.
Violet watched as a prisoner in her own mind as Ezelreth ripped the arm off the creature. It didn’t even flinch, blood just sprayed all over her body. Violet flinched internally, turning her head away from the scene. But Ezelreth grabs her head and turns it back toward the illusion screen showing what her body was doing.
"Don’t look away, my queen, this is the best part." The way he said my queen gave Violet the chills.
She tried to be defiant and close her eyes, but he caught it "Try and keep them shut, I’ll just force them open, don’t make me do that."
She sighed. Fine she’d watch. With tears in her eyes, but she’d watch.
Ezelreth used the bloodied arm to draw in the dirt.
Violet looked like she was going to hurl.
"Oh sweety, hold it together. You’ve done worse than this." He laughed mocking her.
She growled and bit back a nasty reply.
"Silence, I see." He chuckled lightly to himself.
"This is going to be so much fun."
He drew several rings of circles shrinking the further they went in. In the center was a blood filled circle. He ripped off the finger and squeezed it, making smaller symbols Violet didn’t recognize inside the circle.
15 minutes later they stood in front of the circle. He clapped her hands together and his magic flowed through her fingers. Black fog swirled around creating a vortex. The black fog became thicker than a cloud, rippling, almost like the magic was breathing.
’Is it... alive?’ Violet wondered to herself
"Did you have to use blood to cast it?" She asked feeling grossed out by the condition she was in now.
"No, but blood makes things more powerful. It amps magic, and with the amplification of the spell, it makes it easier to bring 1,000 creatures through a portal. The kinda magic doesn’t come cheap, and I’d rather someone else pay the price. And this thing won’t be needing their arm." He sounded like it was nothing, "Plus, I didn’t have any organic paint or salt or all those other cool border materials." He shrugged off the look of disgust on her face.
And just like that she walked through the portal. At first it was dark. But then Ezelreth snapped her fingers and ghostly transparent light appeared and moved in fluid patterns short distances, before disappearing and reappearing behind the everyone, just to repeat the same process.
Ezelreth moved them all forward, walking on nothing, just empty space. The moving light leading them through the dark.
This part, Violet was glad she didn’t look away and watched the screen. It was simple, yet perfect.
"The blood got us the light, you see, amplified blood magic wasn’t a bad idea? Look how pretty the little lights are." He pointed at it sounding condescending.
She wasn’t going to let him spoil this moment for her.
She was walking through a weyline. The oldest form of travel, reserved for ancients and people of the old world. She couldn’t believe it; this was a once and a lifetime opportunity.
Ezelreth peeped the smile on her face. And he didn’t hate it.
He watched her watch the lights. Coming to a door. A single white door, and not a soft white, but a loud white, one that screamed against the black around it.
"Welcome, Queen Violet, to the Rogue King’s kingdom."