The Blood Kings nodded in agreement
"How do you know of our daughters?" Sweat started to pour down Olivier's head. Were they not, stealthy enough? Perhaps, They weren't cautious enough in hiding the children.
The King of Calamity scanned the room. "Perhaps, you need to evaluate the members of your staff ahem I mean"church" more efficiently, before coming up with an elaborate plan, for us to agree to the treaty"
"We all know, the treaty is just to buy you some time, so you can use your daughters to slaughter us blindly." The King of Calamity said raising his head and sporting his long canines, with a wicked smile.
There is a mole? Jacques thought. He looked at his brethren uncomfortably and they looked at him uneasy as well. It's been a while since Jacques has fought due to his old age, but he does briefly recall, he fought some low-ranking Fyona in a past war, that could disguise themselves as humans.
It was around that time, that the church, was on the brink of extinction. Due to the fear of the unknown, Intercourse was not allowed between any Paradis users. Paradis users were seldom born from non-Paradis users and taken to the church to train and fight.
Due to the low birth rates of Paradis users, the head of the Arzmania church, Arthur Beaufoy, allowed the members to reproduce. They soon found, out that the products, of this birth, were born with Paradis magic so abundant, it rivaled their own. Lord Arthur ordered the girls to be raised in secret, in an underground nursery underneath the church.
The problem now is that, not only has their plans been foiled, but there could be a Fyona disguised as a human or a devil worshipper in the church.
The girls, were also far too young to fight at this moment. The eldest is Stone, Jacques's daughter who is only 13. It was not too long ago, that the church proposed this order to raise the girls to be knights
While Jacques was lost in thought the King of Calamity continued his speech.
"I have one son, now who is plenty young enough for one of your daughters. You see, our goal is to make a super race of beings, who can take our place and this is a golden opportunity!" He exalted with excitement. "
"You're proposing a half-angel, half-demon child? Are you insane? It's taboo, it's forbidden. Who knows what disaster it could bring. Your greed knows no bounds.!" The crease on Jacques's forehead wrinkled, he clenched his fist, and his body shook.
"I should kill you all right now, along with that, lowly mole!" Jacques roared in the court. His eyes started to flicker orange.
The King of Calamity, twirled his finger. "Doubt you have a choice in this matter. Aren't you, the one that called this meeting? Because of YOUR desperation?"
"It's obvious, the human race is being crushed under our reign, and your paradis magic isn't enough to save them........makes no difference to us, we will just go right back to where we started"
"Bastard' Jacques's eye glowed orange, and white magic spilled out of his body.
"Forget this meeting, let's kill them all" Jacques tried to order the Ladens, but before the Ladens could assemble their magic. They heard, an eerie, whisper, that, banged their eardrums, and made them freeze.
"I zlavd khyü"
Olivier began to sweat. He couldn't understand, but the words made his heart sink. "What?" He murmured out.
"I zlavd khyü" The King of Calamity calmly repeated to him
"My zra kevd kankhie" The King of Calamity calmy repeated to them. He grinned and he lightly bowed his head
Fredrick began to violently bite his lips. "What's this feeling? Those words, they envoke so much pain and uneasiness in my chest"
"Now we shall accept the terms of your treaty. If every Fyona in the room agrees than take your leave."
The Kings, all nodded, and made, there way out of the church door, the Queens left with their kings as well, while the King of Calamity left the body of his Queen in the church.
"WAIT, where are you going?" Jacques yelled back at them
The Ladens were frozen like statues, unable to recall what just happened.
Olivier, tried to rattle his brain. What the hell just happened? A language that makes you rattle in fear, a language that feels evil and impure?
Everyone turned to Jacques, but Jacques, shook his head.
."It sounds like Undkemish? An ancient language that, the holy and righteous, were told to speak no more. I believe it became the devil's language...... but all the books on Undkemish were burned, I can't recall a single word from it........" Jacques said feeling uneasy
Queen Charlotte, started coughing as her lungs were filling with blood, but she could still muster up a sentence"
".......It is Undkemish....He.....said *cough*.....I.....curse.....you....
My.....seed....will....create....life....in.....her. She had a coughing fit before, she could regain more sentences.
"He....said......those......who.....do.....evil.....become......evil...because you are using your daughters to......" She coughed up a bout of blood, and couldn't continue any longer
"What will become of our daughters. ANSWER US!"
She kept coughing, and her eyes were nearly rolling at the back of her head. So she used the strength she had left, to draw out her thoughts in blood.
It read.
"Your daughters are cursed to fall in love with a Blood King"
"That spineless, lizard, we can't not let this happen. We have to-" Jacques said.
This is exactly what that monster wants Jacques, thought. He cornered us to the point where we would have to come up with a dire situation such as this.
We are righteous, sacrifices are necessary for the protection of our people. That creature has no idea what he is talking about, thought Jacques
"If my daughters, duty is to risk her life to kill the Fyona, her duty, shall be to die, as well before she ends up in the arms of that beast.
Jacques turned to the other priest. "We must kill, our daughters, it's a necessary sacrifice..........and find the mole amongst us and slaughter him or her at ONCE!...."
All the Laden nodded.
The Queen, reached out to them, shaking her bloody hand, as if she was trying, to call out to them, to stop their actions.
That night, the necks of the children, were slit, due to the orders of the church. The white walls painted the color of red, they were wooden dolls, wooden toy horses, wooden toys, and shields, scattered about, covered in brownish-red.
The nursery room had been locked and closed off to civilization.
The eldest Stone, was gripping a wooden doll, was barely alive, her vision was barely, but she could make out the other children had died
On her deathbed, she peered up to a large terrifying man, grinning, ear to ear at the carnage, and the smell of death.
She blinked and her eyes flashed orange before she died.
That night, the traitor was searched, from dusk to dawn but was never found. The Queen, and were unborn baby were also cast into the forest to die.
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