Crescent flame of the night

Chapter two

5 years earlier

Doranele
   Sitting on her throne Maeve looked down on the fae kneeling below her. She had never really liked Vaughan. At least not as much as the rest of her blood sworn
   In truth, she was not going to miss him. Not where he was going. Maeve would be surprised if she ever saw the male again.
   "So Vaughan. Do you know why I've called you here by yourself?" Maeve asked, a cruel smile creeping onto her face.
   Vaughan looked up at the faerie queen from where he knelt below the Dias  "no I do not my queen".
   With a mockery of pity crossing her face Maeve stared Vaughan straight in the eyes. "Well you see Vaughan, there's a war on our shores and my brother in law plans to bring my husband to this world, which I am not very pleased with."
   At this the fae male looked up toward the evil queen, confusion written all over his face. He had never known Maeve to have a brother in law, let alone husband.
   "And the thing is, I don't want that Buffoon coming anywhere near me. So I made a deal with him. Would you like to know what that deal was Vaughan?"
   Everything the queen was saying made no sense at all to Vaughan as he continued to kneel.
   "My dear sweet husband Orcus has agreed to leave me and my territory alone, so long as I give him payment."
   As soon as the female had said the name Orcus, Vaughan has shot to his feet. Why on earth was Maeve married to the king of the fucking valg!
   "That being said . . . you are to be that payment."
  It only got worse. He wanted to murder Maeve in that second. The thought had never crossed his mind before in the past, but at that very moment it was all he could think about.
No. No. No. No. No. No. This can't be happening. It just can't.
   Vaughan tried to lung for the queen but was restrained by a dark force that held him in place. For 5 agonising minute he tried and struggled to get free of his restraints as Maeve just sat on her throne with a look of complete Boredom etched across her face.
   Finally the fae male gave up all hope of ever being let free, and let his body go limp in Maeve's grasp of darkness. A smile of pure evil satisfaction settled onto maeves features.
   "Now you're going to go tell the rest of you're friends that I have sent you on a mission To track down that traitorous bastard born. That's on order. I also order you to give a blood oath to Orcus and forsake your oath to me." She said the word friend with an ugly snarl.
  Vaughan stared at the fae female with pure hatred in his eyes. "BITCH" he spat with as much venom as he could muster. "You cold sadistic bitch. Siding with the fucking valg". He kept spitting insults at her until 30 minutes had passed.
   "Now, if you'll stop complaining and be the obedient slave that you are, I can summon my husband to take you away."
   Vaughan glared daggers at the queen. "Yeah, well, you've already failed and you haven't even started yet. There is no way to summon a valg king into this world and you know it" he spat.
   "Oh, but that is where you are wrong. Have you ever wondered why my magic was so different from all you other fae? Well that's because I'm not fae. I'm a valg Queen and I can open a portal to any world I want.
   "But don't worry, it will only be a big enough portal for one pathetic fae male to be transported through"
   He couldn't believe what he was hearing. He had given a blood oath to a fucking valg queen. And now because of that bitch he was being forced into slavery to a valg king hellbent on the destruction of his world.
   He was in deep shit now, that was for sure