Sekhmet

Chapter 13

Chapter 13
Time Out
Louis

Song: beautiful crime by Tamer

Louis stood at the centre of the throne room in Veia's grand palace, the night sky painted the hot landscape black. The city however shined brightly, like the flame of an oil lamp. It was rather symbolic of the current events happening worldwide, Louis stood at a balcony looking over the great expanse of the capital consumed by the unusual silence of it.

The throne room casted in orange and gold light, the large torches lining along it's walls humming silently as their oil crackled under their heat. His robes matched the night, dark silks wrapped around his frame pooling to the floor behind him. The palace was no longer covered in blood and rubble like it was a year ago, the room was pristine. Marble floors and walls polished, the stone ceiling reflecting the ground like a mirror. It gave a false sense of purity; it made the palace look like a temple. Something to worship rather than fear.

The throne has long been removed, replaced with the door Darcy opened. Louis looked at it a long painful feeling twisted in his gut, he let it consume him as he gripped the balcony tighter. A year of guilt and fear would not make up for what he has done, he knew he deserved worse than this. A cushioned palace on the outside, a prison on the inside was nothing compared to the justifiable punishment he knew he'd receive if he fled now.

"What are you staring at?" Charlie was suddenly beside him; Louis didn't flinch like he use to when Charlie started doing this. He'd show up unannounced and soundlessly, and always seemed to appear when Louis needed him the least. This made Louis' job much harder "the city" he replied meeting Charlie's piercing red gaze.

He forced himself not to look away, no matter how unfamiliar and jarring they appeared to be. He is still your brother Louis reminded himself somewhere in there.

The emperor of Veia leaned his head against his palm his face facing Louis with a curious expression, he looked just like Charlie. Long golden hair curling over his shoulders, glittering pale skin glowing in the flames light. His robes a bright bloody red that stopped at his waist and reflected a reddish light off of the marble floor, coating the both of them in a ghoulish red hue

"the city?" He asked turning to look down at it with an impassive gaze "yes the city" he spoke more to himself than Louis.

"It rather quiet" Louis mentioned, Charlie turned to him with that unfamiliar wicked grin "want me to make it louder? I know I ordered the curfews but if it bothers you than I can change it" he raised his hand making Louis' body tense so hard he felt his muscles constrict in his hands, he shook his head.

The last thing he needed was Charlie rampaging the streets again "no, it doesn't bother me it's just... different".

Charlie lowered his hand with a shrug pulling himself up on to the railing to sit on it. "How are the others?" Louis changed the subject keeping Charlie's sporadic attention on something "fine" Charlie replied unamused by the question, his face brightened however on a thought "the Queen of Arcon has returned"

Louis' heart jumped in his throat "really?" He swallowed his panic deep down as Charlie continued kicking his feet lightly "yes, a rather interesting return. She seemed unintimidated by my attacks, smiling happily in her little white carriage and everything"

Charlie pouted disappointed his war crimes didn't give the reaction he was hoping for "perhaps Diana should've attacked the capital-"

"No, I think we made the right decision choosing the camp, a full attack like that shouldn't be done until they retaliate."