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devils that you know raise worse hell than a stranger
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The glowing prophecy sat atop Celeste's dresser, still and unmoving. The azure streams of light still enthusiastically twirled and pulsed, almost mocking her. As though it was aware of all their failed attempts so far. Beside it sat two empty prophecy orbs that she had ordered her house elves to find.
Celeste clenched her wand and held her breath. Destroying the prophecy hadn't sounded difficult to her last night, but now... it was different. It was a reminder of Olivia and her last act of courage.
Last night, Olivia had gone on a limb for Celeste and as a result, she was gone. Entered into another world and could never return. So if Celeste messed this up, there would be no more chances.
Gathering her strength, Celeste took the prophecy. And without thinking clearly, she hurled it at the floor.
In an instant, her vision exploded.
A tidal wave of blue dust burst from the sphere, enveloping the entire floor with a thick carpet of shimmering mist. It shifted impatiently like a brewing storm, slowly swirling like the milky clouds of coffee. Celeste exhaled sharply at the sight, eyes widening.
But she had no time to dawdle.
"Intoqure," she whispered, remembering the spell she'd learned from Olivia.
She watched in astonishment as the cobalt fog began to slowly lift. It thickened, becoming denser as it began to crowd toward the empty prophecy orbs. And then she began hearing it again ― the ancient otherworldly voice hissed through the room.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies ― and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not, and either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives."
"Plectear."
One of the orbs began to glow, quivering against the dresser. A pool of mist began whirling around it when a sudden blinding light dazzled the room like a summer sun. Celeste flinched back, squeezing her eyes shut as a roar of sweltering heat blasted against her face.
When she no longer felt the scorching air, she slowly blinked her eyes back open.
Sure enough, contained within the first orb was half of the mist.
"A cursed heiress will make her final choice." The voice had begun again, this time more angry. Vicious, even. "What she will choose will determine the fate of the Dark Lord. She will be free from her prison, another to take her place. Her duty will be done, and blood will surely run."
