Kryly ||†|| Felix Volturi

∞ Quietus ∞

"No..." Miranda groaned with a shaky voice, her eyes filled with tears.

"Oh yes, dear sister." Owen grinned back, he turned towards the Mask who's holding him close.

"Let me introduce you my lovely son, Owen." Now she is sure that the Mask is a woman, her voice could reach the tone that man couldn't.

"I thought we were friends!!" Quentin shook his face, tears dripping down his hazel eyes.

"Ah, indeed we are." Son of Raziel smirked and turned to the Nephilim.

"That's why you'll get the honor to be my siblings' first meal for today so that you can die a peaceful death."

Quentin flinched back and sobs quietly, never thought that his best friend would betrayed him.

"How?" Miranda throttled.

"Sorry my dear?" The Mask quickly turned her head which is covered in a dark red colored hood back.

"Owen is a son of Raziel. How come he's the son of a vampire?"

"Well." She chuckles softly.

"This young one craves for a better and greater rank, more power and admiration. It's not that difficult to help him since he got that skill."

"You...what did you do to him?" Daughter of Raphael frowned, looking at Owen's glowing amber eyes.

No, it can't be.

"Your parents are better secret keepers. They once promise that you'll know nothing about this magic and now you still know nothing." The Mask hurled up her tongue to hit her teeth lightly.

"You used that book." Miranda sighed, shooking her head.

The book of lost magics were taken and eliminated by their parents, the archangels. In order to keep them from harming the users.

In the book contains the magic used to assassinate people from afar, forbidden and dangerous curses, and some magics that contains a deal with the devil.

"I just made him stronger." The Mask answered.

Clearly, she used the skill enhancing magic on Owen. This spell have it's cost.

"What is the prize he would pay?"

"He would obey my order. Every single one, even if I command him to shred his wings for me, he will." The Mask step to the Nephilim.

"And how did you make these winged vampires?"

Miranda gasped as the pale hand of the figure under the creepy mask grabbed her jaws, forcing her to look up into those eyes behind the iron sheet.

Her eyes were black, all black. Like a dark liquid had runs through her white eyes and dyed it so black that you couldn't see her irises.

"You asked too much, child." She warned.

"What? You want to kept me a secret even I'm going to be dead soon?" The daughter of Raphael grinned, helding her head up high into the creator of the winged vampire's eyes.

"Dead man tell no tales, madame."

The Mask's eyes sparked with some kind of emotions. Suddenly, she let out a pleasure chuckles.

"You are smart. Raphael must be proud to have you as his daughter."

She knows her father.

How?

"Why thank you." She smirked.

"Let me explained to you, my dear. I have been planning for this for almost twenty millennials. My children here are my masterpieces, a Nephilim blood and venom runs through their veins. Those demons did a great job taking those undeclaired Nephilims to me." The Mask runs her hand through one of the winged vampire's porcelain face. Making her 'child' closed his eyes and smiled like a pet got it's owner's attention.