The Sacred Seven

Chapter 22 - The Shore

Lillith cringed at the hard impact, scrunching her nose in distaste at the interruption. She remained in the dream-like state, tossing and turning until the light pulled her out of the state of unconsciousness. Squawking of seagulls brought her back into reality and she rubbed her eyes in confusion, absolutely baffled. She shot upright like a bolt, looking around in inner hysteria.

She was in a carriage.

The witch tried to look out of the window, but that's when she realized, that her hands were tightly chained to the seat. She trashed and pulled until her wrists bled and she yelled at the top of her lungs, panicking.

"Let me out!"

Her breathing accelerated and her heart started beating painfully fast. That's when the carriage came to a halt and she crashed against the seat, hitting her back in the process. Her hands started trembling. She listened in anticipation as the charioteer jumped down the seat and walked around the carriage, stopping right in front of the door. She didn't know what to expect.

Finally, the door opened and there stood nobody else but Anthony Turner himself, who carried a pained expression on his face. Lillith let out a breath of relief before absolute fury overtook her.

"What is this?" she growled, holding her hands in the air to show him the restrains.

He did not reply, just moved to the side, letting another person take the lead.

"Tom?" Lillith breathed, frowning. "Tom, what is happening?"

He did not reply, just untied the chains from the seat and held them firmly in his hands.

"Do not resist Lillith, or I might hurt you," he told her with a straight face and her heart fell. She silently followed him out of the carriage, realizing where they were.

They were near the sea.

At the port.

They must have travelled for a couple of days.

Her face went pale.

The ocean breeze fanned through her hair and the familiar scent of salt filled her nostrils. She watched with a pained face all the members of the legacy, skipping from one person to another. They all held blank faces, except for Anthony who did not bother to hide his grief.

"Nikolas, ask the Capitan weather they are ready to leave."

The wizard simply nodded, taking his leave.

"What is going on?" Lillith asked in despair, looking between the remining members of the coven. "Please, somebody explain-"

"You are leaving."

Lillith felt like a bucket of ice-cold water was poured over her.

"What? Why?!"

Tom's face did not falter. He simply tugged at her chain, dragging her along whilst she resisted.

"Stop tossing Lillith," he growled and tugged so hard until she crashed against his chest.

"Why are you doing this?" she asked, broken hearted, searching his eyes for an ounce of genuinity.

It broke his heart to see her like that.

He wanted to tell her so badly.

But he couldn't.

So, he lied.

"Because I don't want you anymore."

Lillith felt like fainting.

"What?" she shook her head, refusing to believe his words. "No."

She pulled away.

"No, I don't believe you."

Tom grinned.

"Why wouldn't you? I have everything and you, you are useless to me now. I have taken your innocence. I have taken the title I have always wanted. I don't need a burden on the way."

Lillith's face impossibly hardened.

"On the way to what?" she hissed, her hands trembling.

Tom's face turned stoic.

"To greater power."

She felt betrayed.

Devastated.

"Don't act so surprised darling," cooed, gently running his hand down her cheek. She recoiled away from his touch, avoiding his eyes. "You are not that stupid to believe that I truly care about you. Do you?"

Lillith turned to look at him, her eyes void of emotion.

"I hate you so much, you can't even imagine."

Tom smiled.

"Then this shall be easy for you."

Lillith frowned at the statement.

"Take her."

Her eyes widened as she was hoisted in the air and carried over to the ship, watching the interaction between Tom and an unfamiliar man.

"You know what to do Gray," Tom told him and Lillith's eyes met the warm brown ones of the one, who remained a mystery until that very moment.

Grey.

The seventh member of the Legacy.

The seventh of the highest seven.

The descendant of Leviathan.

"And Lecter. You go with them?"

"What?" 

Nikolas's eys widened.

"But you said-"

"Now I say you shall go with them," Tom growled and the blonde regained his composure. 

"Yes, my Lord."

Lillith screamed and trashed as she was forcefully placed on the ship and tied to a column. It all happened so fast.

Too quickly.

She watched the land fade in distance with teary eyes, feeling her heart clench within her chest. The sea breeze was blowing into her face, sprinkling droplets of salty water along her dark hair like a star dust.

The ship had taken off and there was nothing else she could do, except for watching the land turn invisible in the distance. Up on the cliff, five figures stood, their cloaks floating in the air, their faces as stoic as those of a statue.

This was the destiny of Lillith Moriarty.

Being a simple pawn in the game of chess, despite the crown on her head.

Tom watched the ship leave, feeling his heart ache. He dreaded the feeling. He despised himself for it.

Yet, he couldn't help the longing he felt for the witch already.

It must had been done.

The six members of the Legacy stood there, motionless, each lost in their own mind, until a familiar voice interrupted their silent bonding.

"What have you done?"

Tom slowly turned around, his eyes blazing danger, watching his uncle collapse to his knees, his face bloodied, clothes dirty from the travel he endured without a break. Even Baltazar noticed the way the children had changed.

Their innocence had been taken, but that wasn't the reason he rushed to stop his nephew.

He took Lillith away, entirely destroying his plan.

"What have you done?!" he screamed hysterically, raging like a mad man.