Send Me to Hell

Chapter Eight

   The ceremony was finished in the blink of an eye. He stared lovingly into Nila's eyes as they completed the ritually binding words to each other. Sealed with a kiss, everyone cheered for their completed union. His mark on her chest was on display with her heart shaped gown. Pride swelled in his chest as they made their way towards the reception area. She paused hesitantly at the threshold, peering at him in question. With a smile, he nodded to her as he walked through tugging lightly on her hand to follow him. With trust emanating from her eyes, she stepped over the threshold turning her head towards the sun of his realm. She glowed in its light as a smile bloomed across her face at its warmth against her skin. He led her across the lawn towards the white tents that had been put up. They were announced with cheers and hollers as their staff stood from the chairs. The celebration took over as everyone enjoyed food and music. He sat at their table, watching her as she danced with the various staff she had gotten close to. When it was time for the main meal, she joined him at their table. She was out of breath from laughing, a sound that sent an arrow of love straight to his heart.
"I am glad you are enjoying yourself. After all that dancing I am sure you must be starved. They are serving us dinner before they get their own. They insisted even though I said I would get ours. I hope you will enjoy it as it is a personal favorite of mine."
"What is it?"
"Lasagna with a chef salad and choice of dressing. I personally recommend the ranch dressing but there are several to choose from. There is garlic bread to go with it."
"Well it sounds wonderful. I am sure that I will enjoy it."
   He was getting ready to reply to his new wife when there was a crash near the tent followed by shouting. He stood with such force that his chair toppled over. Guards stormed the tent surrounding everyone with protective stances as one rushed over to him.
"What has happened?"
"Its that crazy ex of yours sir. She has shown up with a small legion to do whatever it is she thought she would do. The rest of the guard as engaged her legion but we need to get everyone back into the house."
"Go, get them back to the house. I will engage with her. This is my battle and I warned her anything foolish would have her sent to her own personal hell."
   He strode out with a purpose overtaking him. His eyes began to glow red as his wings burst open from their hiding place as he got closer to where his guards had her legion locked down. His roar of anger ricocheted off walls as he strode towards them. Her legion blanched at his roar, beginning to cower away as if they were unaware of their true purpose. Seira stood before her legion, shaking with anger and fear as he stood before her.
"Seira, I warned you not to return to this house. This is an act of treason, punishable by death in this realm. You have signed your own death. As for the poor bastards following your orders however shall be given one reprieve to show their loyalty to their king by disarming themselves and laying down their heads. Anyone who wishes to remain loyal to your suicide mission shall join you in your own personal hell."
"You don't deserve loyalty! I will have you dethroned before I allow anyone to take what is mine! Give the bitch up and I may let you have your throne at my side."
"You are in no position to make demands Seira. You have no soldiers left for this little mission of yours. You will get no mercy from me."
"I am the bitch you think stole your throne and this bitch is going to end you where you stand! Go mbeadh an bás pianmhar agus mall duit!(May death be painful and slow for you!)"
"This is the one you found so worthy of my throne? This mere servant? You seek to insult me further?! I will have your souls torn apart for this!"
   She charged towards them with a knife drawn. Before he could react, a flash flew in his peripheral, nailing Seira right in the chest. Her charge faltered before coming to a stop to peer down at the handle sticking from her breast. She dropped to her knees as her hands shook, reaching for the handle. She yanked the blade from her chest, letting it clatter to the ground as she looked up with shock written across her face. He approached her as she fell to the ground. He placed a hand on her as he sent her soul to the very pits of hell to serve penance for her treason.
"Go to your personal hell now Seira. You will serve a penance of one century in the pits of hell before your soul will be released. May they have mercy on your soul because I certainly have none."
   He turned towards his new wife as she stood back waiting for him to finish. He walked to her shaking figure, embracing her with love in his heart. His warrior woman was truly a miracle sent to him. With one obstacle over, he prayed they had no more.