Third chance at love

The price of Magic

Two days had passed and Raphael knew it wouldn't be long before the king would send his loyal guards for him to start the spell. To be truthful with himself he was kind nervous as he hadn't heard much from Anais. His mind was jumping to different conclusions, had the king done something to her? Whatever it was made Raphael feel uneasy of what was going to happen today. There was no way he could trade his friends soul for the king, he just wished whatever Anais planned would work. It was the early hour of the day and Raphael let his mind run wild. He worried for his friend but he was also worried that he wouldn't see Regina again. He missed her like crazy but if the spell went wrong he knew the outcome for him would be death by the king himself. 

 Hearing the dungeon door open Raphael was faced with two guards standing out his cell. As one of them open the cell door the other manhandled him up from the cold stone floor onto his feet. Raphael hadn't realise how weak and tried he was. He no strength to hold himself up to walk as the world around him began to spin. Being in the cold stone cell Raphael hardly ate the food that was given to him. it was often rotten and crawling with living things that he wished not to think about now but as the guard dragged him down the corridors of the castle Raphael could finally see the sunlight coming from the windows. Feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin felt good. It had been weeks since he had seen the outdoors but he small happy moment was cut short when they reached their destination. The castle hall. 

Shoving him into the hall Raphael was faced with the devil man himself. The king smirked as he watched Raphael stumble to the floor. Looking towards his wife Anais his smirk only grew more. Anais' wrists where chained with the king holding the remaining of the steel chains in his hands. " Dr Facilier, How nice of you to join us at such hour." King Richard moved closer to Raphael Pulling Anais along with him. " We have a lot accomplish." Quickly looking towards his guards King Richard order them to bring all the equipment needed for Spell alongside removing Raphael cuff. Behind  him was a small platform with a cauldron on it that was already at boiling point. The Guards dragged Raphael towards the cauldron, the King did the same with Anais. Around the cauldron were two stick like figures, small stick voodoo dolls that Raphael knew represented the king and Anais' souls. However what caught his eyes was what one of the guards was holding. The Poppy of death. 

As the guard passed the poppy over to the king, Raphael knew this wasn't going to end well. Summoning the death himself was never easy and not many Witch doctors even tried the spell let alone learn the ritual. Raphael noticed the stress and terror on Anais face, It was time for the words to be spoken. The King and Anais were standing in front of the cauldron as one of the guards Passed over the ancient spell book which was open to the dark spell the sick king so badly wanted. 

" Start the ritual Doctor your wasting precious time." The baritone voice of the king made Raphael skin turn cold. He didn't know how this was going to play out but as Raphael began to Read the words from the page the space around them seemed to get colder. The glass windows began to frost over and the boiling water in the cauldron started to turn crimson red. 

" Place in the Poppy in the cauldron." Raphael said. King Richard dropped the Scarlet Red Poppy into the cauldron and in a instead the colour darken. The Hall became gloomy darker as if a thunder storm was brewing outside. Raphael continued to read until he heard a loud screech coming from the cauldron. Looking towards the sound the boiling liquid began to swirl around  rapidly creating a hole, splinting the liquid in half. The cauldron began to shake rapidly as the liquid rise. Raphael had never witness such a thing before, he was lost in the burst of magic surrounding the king and Anais. The dark Liquid twisted and turned  around them like a snake trapping it's prey. The Liquid found the stick like voodoo dolls, absorbing into them the dolls turned blood red. " FACILIER!, CONTINUE!! The ritual is almost complete."