~Red Revenge~ (Douxie x OC)

12|Spellbound

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Douxie's POV

"We have one more to get." Merlin states. I look at him confused while he creates a portal in front of the flying ship. We cross it and end up in a red, foggy void. Toby and Steve gasp, making a fuss about going thought a portal.

"This is so cool!" Toby exclaims. He spins around and points at practically nothing, just red and black fog. All I can think about is of Azara right now, red always was her color, literally. I breath in and I can feel the air, I feel around me and all I can sense is...anger, sadness, and uneasiness. It sends a shiver down my spine.

"Whoa, look!" Steve yells pointing at a building not far from us, I can hear Merlin sigh. I study the building. It's pretty simple but big, with giant gate like doors at the front. We get closer and Merlin lands the ship on the ridge next to the tall gate-doors. 

"Come Hisirdoux, we must be quick." Merlin commands, jumping off the ship. I follow, but before we go in he taps my forehead with his staff and tells me not to say a word with a serious face. I nod, but roll my eyes behind his back. The doors open for us and Merlin walks in swiftly while I walk unsure, looking around. We get farther in and the ceiling lifts up extremly high making room for levels of bookshelves with railings and stairs. To our sides are display cases filled with random objects and trinkets. But then I spot it...my old lute! It sits in a display, untouched by time, looking almost cared for. I catch up to Merlin and he approaches the middle of the room. A beautiful throne sits before us and I see her sitting comfortably on it. She scowls at Merlin and taps her long finger nails on the arm rest. She looks so beautiful. Shit.

I stare at her for a moment and I catch the blood dripping down the side of her face. The way her anger makes her scar look harsher. Her eyes with a slight red glow. This explains the anger I felt coming in here. Wherever here is.

"Merlin," Her English accent sounds sultry as she slowly and angrily calls Merlin's name. "To what do I owe the displeasure? Hmm?" she questions. Her eyebrows furrow. 

"I'm here for a favor." Merlin answers, head still held high. She raises a brow. She leans her head on her hand currently on the armrest. I can hear her let out a small mock full laugh and scoff.

"What makes you think I will do you any favors?" she questions, "Plus, you know damn well that's not how it works." she smirks crossing her legs, leaning back in her throne.

"The world is in grave peril! I don't have time for your antics." Merlin insists, knocking his staff against the floor. I dare not make a sound. It seems like Azara can not see me. Merlin must have spelled me before entering. 

"Antics?" Azara's eye twitches "Tell it to the scale, old man." she sits straight in her throne and points at a scale that wasn't there before. I'm so confused. Merlin rolls his eyes and doesn't move from his place in front of her. She gets up and stands at the top of the throne's small staircase, staring down Merlin. 

"'If a person addresses you specifically for a favor or anything of the sort, they must face the scale in order to determine what will be given in return'." She quotes "Your words, not mine." she continues to stare him down. 

I think back to earlier today. Her face of panic and pain, she looks nothing like that now. I focus better on her and I see the cuts scattered all over her. She extends her arm towards the scale and waits for Merlin. 

"You could always-" Merlin gets cut off.

"No, I will not do this out of my own free will." she rejects "You did not give me that luxury nine-hundred years ago, so why should I do this now? For you?" she starts to walk down the steps. Stoping at the last step. I want to know exactly what Merlin did to her.