Loki's Death Flower

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* realm of hell*

"My king,draegan Keeld, I can't find her."

The king sighed, irritation flickering in his dark eyes.

"Did you search her chambers?" the king questioned

"Yes, my king."

"Did you search the entire palace?"

"Yes, my king."

"Did you search the whole realm?"

"Um... no,"draegan replied with fear creeping into his voice

"And why not?"

"My king, that would take weeks—"

The king rose from his throne, looming over his son, fury radiating from him.

"That sounds like an excuse. I DID NOT RAISE MY SON TO MAKE EXCUSES!"

His voice echoed with the weight of his anger.

"I'm sorry my king I will search again."

The thrown room door opens and one of the king's servants walks in.

"My king." He kneels "Sorry for interrupting but we have found the girl."

The king's eyes glance back to draegan

"Humm a poor weak servant has completed your orders. What does that say about you son?"

draegan doesn't respond

A thunderous crack echoed through the throne room as the king's hand struck draegan across the face, sending him crashing to the ground with a harsh thud.

"You are pathetic... servant bring her in" he said as he walked up the staircase to his throne.

"Yes my king" the servant scurried away

***
*The cursed gardens*

"My lady the king has ordered your presence." A serving said from afar

I turn to her under my black Vail

The servant took a few steps back and swallowed a lump In her throat just by looking g at me

"Thank you, I will be on my way," I say

I turn back around placed my floral knife into my pocket and raped a ribbon around the black roses I have cut from my garden. And I turn back to face the palace and make my way there

Over the two years, the gardens transformed as more black flowers began to flourish. The long ghostly entrance to the palace was now a stunning display of blooming black roses. Each day, I found it increasingly difficult to resist their allure, even as I recognized the danger they posed to me. It was clear that this was the king's design, a sinister plan unfolding before my eyes.

I've completely lost track of how many I've consumed, but I know it's at least six or more each day. Just to stop the voices coming back but even without the voices, I wouldn't be able to stop if I tried. I'm utterly addicted.

The side effects have been alarming. First, I lost so much weight that I became skin and bones; my facial muscles weakened significantly. I was already underweight and unhealthy, but this pushed me to an extreme. I look and sound like the definition of death

Next, my skin became dry and lifeless, cracking like a porcelain doll. The strangest symptom, though, is that I began to float—my feet levitated two inches off the ground. It's horrifying to realise what I've become. I feel completely trapped in a body that defies the laws of nature. The fear grips me; I don't know how much further this will go.

***

The thrown doors open. And I wait for my order

"Here now girl" the king demands

I float towards the thrown. My long black laced dress trailed behind like ghostly shadows. Entwined with The swirling black smoke that diffs off the freshly cut flowers that are grasped firmly in my hands

The king's face is marked by a twisted smirk as he gazes at me, relishing this deathly, grotesque version of myself. His eyes gleam with a dark delight, savouring my transformation.

I reached the bottom of the thrown and kneeled before him.

"What may I do for you" I say soft spoken due to my weak body

"Get up and stand next to draegan; we have a guest."

My eyes widened in shock, a wave of memories crashing over me—the night Victor, the man who murdered my mother, entered the realm.

I stand there completely frozen

"Did you not hear my girl."

"I... I heard you" I quietly say

The king hunched over In His thrown.

"Then do ...as..your..told"  the king hissed

Shacking out of my state I float up to the top to stand next to the draegan and I try to control my breathing. I looked at him and noticed a mighty red mark on his face I was shocked to see that for once he had been punished. He was probably struck in the face by the king. He should be grateful because if it was me I would be getting sliced in the face by his dagger.

I stared a bit too long that I didn't notice the thrown room doors open. Draegan noticed I had been staring at his injury.

Draegan turns to me and slaps me across the face so hard that I hit the ground

Draegan stands on top of my poor body

"It's rude to stare girl. He said with a rumbling growl"

I look straight into his flaming eyes with utter fear as I rub the side of my face where he hit.

"GIRL GET UP" the king ordered

I place both my hands in front of me and I lift my head to stand up. But as I lift my head I notice the guests standing at the bottom of the thrown. Two men and one older male stand there looking straight at me. I get up as quickly as I can to not show weakness to my father

Once I was up I observed them, I had never seen anyone that Looked so godlike, they were dressed in colours I had never seen before. One of the men had long blond hair, was very tall and built like tough armour. The other man had black shoulder-length hair. Ever so slightly shorter than the other one and had a thinner frame. He had his vibrant eyes fixed on me. I found it unsettling but it was also very intriguing. The older gentleman had white hair and a white Viking beard like my father's. He was smaller than the other two. And has a beautiful gold eye patch on his right eye

The king clears his throat.

"Odin, and your sons. What brings you here today" the king demands

"I have heard rumours that you proclaim the mind stone. Is this true" Odin declares

My body stiffens hearing the old man talk about the mind stone. My breathing starts to get heavier at the thought of Victor who took the stone and mother's life away. The man with black hair notices that I'm uncomfortable with the conversation taking place and looks straight at me with sharp eyes