A Hymn of Snakes

THIRTY SIX

Dizziness cracked between my eye lids as I coughed, turning my body to face the ground as I tried to throw up the chemicals. I was too much in a daze to recognize where I was, but her disgusting voice stabbed me like a wicked blade. "Rise and shine Delia." Natalia Amilcar called out from the danger of darkness, she snatched up my chin as she pulled me closer to her. Turning my chin up with a crooked smile on her face, looking just as ghastly as I saw her in the scry. I opened my mouth to speak but no voice was there for me, I went to drew my hands to my forehead but the shackles bound me down. The Keepers had bound my voice, "You have a much better personality when you can't talk. Yes, your precious Queen is dead, but soon you will be too." She said knowing in her heart she was right.

Like a monster, I lunged out and clawed at her. Someone pulled my chains back as I gagged, coughing up blood as tears welted in the ends of my eyes. Master Nicholson came into view, his dreadful glare looking down on Delia. "Our payment has been made." He told Natalia as my jaw almost dropped to the floor. I was right, I was right all along and no one believed me. This was almost laughable.

As demonic as Natalia was, she wasn't smart enough to have done all of this alone. Natalia didn't stay long, I opened my mouth to speak but still there was nothing that would come out. "Good, I don't care what you do with her as long as you kill her." She leaned down and pressed a kiss against my forehead in farewell, a shiver rolling up my spine as I pulled away from her, a smile returning to her disformed face. "It was nice knowing you, too bad you were never able to keep your promise." She said, dread filled my body.

Natalia left the room behind, leaving her shadow in the mess of things. I turned back to Master Nicholson, spitting my blood on his face as he flinched. Wiping it away as he laid his eyes on me, "Bring the Bordeau girl in here too." He announced, my eyes being dragged to the doorway. Amelia's slummed body beaten and bruised against the ground. I opened my mouth to scream for her but neither of us could do anything. "She is a traitor just like you, both of you deserve to die." Leave her out of this, I wanted to say. She's innocent Nicholson.

I pulled my body from the chains able to get my hands right around his neck before I was yanked back by the Keepers who bound me. Nicholson backed away from me, like a monster I clawed out at him. Something inhuman became about me as maniacal smile quirked on my lips, then Nicholson continued, "That and you convinced our poor Theron that we were the evil." My eyes widened, my body tired as the shackles burned my skin. Wondering what possible they could have done to Theron. A hand struck my face, causing my body to fall to the ground. I moved over as I crept my eyes open. Nicholson's body covered the light of the room, he descended on me like a shadow. "You used to be one of my brightest pupils- and then you betrayed us, now look at you witch. A vampire's whore and a beast. If anything we are saving the two of you from damnation." Then he laughed, I tried to react but the Keeper who held my chains tied me down.

Like an animal I reacted, quickly turning my body to him. Wrapping the rusting iron around his neck as his body drew infront of me. I pulled on the chain as I smiled, kicking down the backs of his knees with all of my strength. He yelled from the tops of his lungs with pain as his life was stripped from him. His neck making a quick snap as his body fell to the ground, another Keeper kicking in my side.

My face hit the ground as I snarled but with no sound from my mouth. A sword pointed at my neck as I lifted my chin. Refusing to move as Master Nicholson sewed the edges of my sealed death, "Cordelia Greerson, by the order of the highest law- you have been found guilty for Manslaughter, Treason, Heresy, Murder, Arson, Witchcraft, Assault, Terrorism, Conspiracy, War Crimes, and Mutilation. You are hereby sentenced by the council an execution by the act of the oldest form of punishment- Death by Lost." He said, but I didn't move. "May your soul be drug through hell." He accomplished as the Keepers all backed out of the room, leaving the still air to warm.