This world is quite disgusting, that's why we got rid of it.
What was the point of stripping women of their rights? What was the point of letting men manipulate others with one simple phrase? What was the point of being in the government if we had no control over the rules of the people?
"You remember what day it is?" The boy asked Cali hiding his face "Yes, it's quite a shame." She sighs "Go wake up Elra for me." He walks away. Cali runs upstairs to Trueelra's bedroom and opens the creaky door. She walks over to where she sleeps and winds a music box. She speaks softly to her, "It's time to wake up." She strokes her hair. Elra wakes up tired and sits up. "You know what you have to do." She steps away from her "Get ready."
Elra walks to his closet filled with infinite choices and closes the door behind him. He uses magic to bring a rack to himself. He picks out a simple black ruffled shirt and plain black pants. He picks out a long cape that ties at the front with white fur at the top. It was very large and was his favorite anyways.
"Are you decent?" Cali asks knocking on the door "Yeah." Elra opens the door and sits on her coffin after closing the lid. Cali sits on her knees behind her and heats up a thin metal rod with a torch on the wall. She pulls her hair to her back and waves the rod over her hir until into turns a nice dark crimson. "How's this?" Cali pulls her hair into her field of vision "I want it more cherry." She says displeased "You have limited time, you know?" Calisana pulls her hair to her back and goes over it again and curls it. She then pulls it into a crown braid and places small flowers. "Finish up and I'll see you later." She stands up and leaves the room shutting the door behind her with another loud creak.
Trueelra sighs and gets off the coffin. He looks down at his pale skin disgusted and searches the room for black sand and white ash. He finds other things and sets them up into a ritual that will cause his demonic side to come out. He sits himself into the middle and the ritual starts when he closes his eyes. When he opens his eyes his skin has darkened into a rich ink color. He grown a foot taller and he collects the leftover ash and sand. The other components had vanished and he leaves the room after putting them away. He rushes downstairs where The boy is waiting for him.
"Your axe has been layed on the floor for you." The boy opens the door to the weapons closet. "Thank you." He replies in a monotone voice. He picks up an oversized battleaxe off the ground without struggling. The obsidian battleaxe has ruby blood on the tip and a brown mahogany handle. He runs his finger halfway down one side of the blades and looks down disappointed. "It hasn't been sharpened in a while." He mutters to himself and steps out of the room. The door closes by itself. "Here, lets go" The boy hands him a mask that covers half his face.
She puts on the mask and open the main entrance with magic. They run through the forest ahead of themselves until they reach town. The townswoman are nice to both of them as they know they are harmless. "Hello miss, how are you?" Elra asks a young woman "I'm quite well, are you nervous for later?" She asks smiling and whiping her face. "I'm not going to lie, I am." " There's not much I can say but it's going to be so much worse than usual." She looks away "Come over after it's over, I have something to give you." The woman smiles again and Elra and The boy walk away.
They make their way over to a large arena that has string lights at the top of the arch enterence. They step into the main room. "I'll see you after." Elra splits from him into a long hallway that leads into many rooms. He looks into the rooms through a one way glass window. The rooms are filled with random individuals that are chain to the wall. He is not quite sure what they have done or rather who they are but inside he feels pity for them. He walks down the hall trying his best not to trip over his cape. At the end, he meets up with his "sister" and the priestess.
"So, today's going to be a little different." The prietess leads them into a room that has an open ceiling and guillotine table without the blade. "As I'm sure you've seen, there's more victims today." "Why are there so many, there's like 10 at a least?" His sister asks "Well, they're bad demons and have done things that go against me." The priestess says in an annoyed tone "Prepare your sentences and meet me in the main room." She exits swirling an imaginary cape behind her creating wind that slams the door shut. "I think she's gone." They both sigh in relief "Okay so, I have an idea ." Myrumi says her eyes glowing "I'm intrigued, do tell." Elra rest his hands on his chin
"I want to "accidentally" kill the prietess." She says doing air quotes "So now you finally want to but when I wanted to it was bad." He pouts and brushes powered charcoal on his eyelashes "Hey, I'm sorry." "I've talked to one of the townspeople and they agreed to help us." She writes something down of a scroll of parchment. Myru continues writing and Elra recites something to himself.
"What are you writing?" He rests his chin on her shoulder "The plan, here." She hands it to him. He leans his axe on the wall and takes it. The plan is that they are going to tie a large syringe filled with holy water to the ceiling and break it with a stone that is going to thrown by an audiance member. Purified blades are going to be shot from a mechanism with a pull of a string. He puts the parchment down. "When are we going to do this?" He picks up his axe. "When she does her speech." Myru grabs the parchment and hides it in her bag. "Won't she notice it?" "That's why you are going to put a spell on it that won't let her." She opens the door and they exit .
Elra exhales and thinks about how to preform the spell without difficulty or fear of failing.
