The days in Elandor passed with a strange sense of normalcy, though the feeling of unrest continued to grow among the fairies. The kingdom was flourishing again, as if it had never been touched by the devastating plague. But the sense that something dark was taking root in the land and the souls of the fairies could not be ignored. Although life was being restored, the cost of this restoration was becoming more apparent.
Elysiel felt it in every moment. With each breath she took, the darkness moved inside her like a distant yet constant echo. Even when the sun shone brightly, something within her seemed to be in conflict, a growing part of her soul whispering secrets of the underworld, secrets she wasn't ready to hear. But the pact with Seraphis was irrevocable, and with each passing day, it became clearer that he had planted something deep within her.
She stood on the castle terrace, watching the city below, where the fairies were beginning to resume their normal activities. The market had reopened, and children ran through the fields once more, as if nothing had happened. In their eyes, perhaps nothing truly had. They didn't know what Elysiel had done to save them, nor did they understand the darkness that now hovered over the kingdom.
Arabella arrived quietly, her golden wings reflecting the sunlight. Despite the peaceful surroundings, Arabella's face was grim. Since the pact, something had changed between them. The unshakable trust that had once existed between the princess and her most loyal friend was now cracked, almost beyond repair.
— The kingdom seems to be healing. — Arabella said as she approached Elysiel, but her voice carried a tone of doubt. — But I can't ignore what I see in the people's eyes. They sense that something is different… wrong.
Elysiel remained silent, her eyes still fixed on the city below. She felt the same as Arabella, but couldn't bring herself to admit it. The kingdom was standing again, the plague had been contained, and the lives she had sworn to protect were being restored. But the shadows never left her mind in peace. It was as if, in every moment of calm, something deep within her soul was crying out to be heard.
— There was no other way. — Elysiel finally responded, her voice low, almost a whisper. — The kingdom was dying. I did what was necessary.
Arabella turned to Elysiel, her face hard but full of concern.
— Do you think how long we'll be able to live like this? — Arabella's voice carried a tone of frustration. — Yes, the flowers have returned, the children are laughing again, but you know something is rotten here. You feel it, just like I do. What Seraphis planted in our kingdom is taking root, and I don't know how far it will go.
Elysiel turned to face Arabella, her eyes glowing with a mixture of anger and sorrow.
— What did you expect me to do? — She challenged, the control she had always maintained beginning to waver. — Watch everyone I love die? Watch Elandor crumble while I stood by, powerless? I did what was necessary! I did what no one else had the courage to do!
Arabella, however, didn't back down.
— And the price? Have you asked yourself what the final price will be, Elysiel? Because I fear this pact will demand far more than you realize.
There was a heavy silence between them, the wind passing gently around them but carrying the weight of the growing tension. The bond they had once shared was being stretched to its limits, about to snap.
Before Elysiel could respond, a familiar sound of powerful wings echoed above them. Seraphis appeared, his black wings beating softly as he landed on the terrace. His presence dominated the space, and the contrast between him and the light around them was almost suffocating. The smile on his lips was subtle, but his eyes watched Arabella with a mixture of amusement and warning.
— I see your warrior still harbors doubts, Elysiel. — He said, his voice low but filled with power.
Arabella stepped forward, her eyes locked on Seraphis. The distrust she felt was no longer hidden, and the demon knew it.
— I don't trust you, Seraphis. — Arabella said directly, her voice firm. — You may have stopped the plague, but there's something you haven't revealed. What do you really want with Elysiel?
Seraphis's smile widened slightly. He appreciated Arabella's boldness, but there was an underlying tension in the air, a silent warning.
— Ah, my dear warrior… what I want with Elysiel is what I already have. — He said, moving closer to Elysiel, his red eyes gleaming with dangerous intensity. — She made a pact with me, a bond that cannot be broken. Our souls are intertwined now, as I've already told you. And as for what else I want… that will come in time. All that matters now is that Elysiel has the power to protect her kingdom. But you, Arabella, must understand that the world of light and the world of darkness are now more connected than ever. Accept it.
Elysiel watched the scene in silence, feeling the weight of Seraphis's words like an anchor pulling her into the depths. She knew the pact was irrevocable, that she was now part of something far greater and darker than she had anticipated. But at the same time, she couldn't help but notice how Seraphis's power made her feel. It wasn't just about power over the kingdom; it was something within her, something deep and unsettling.
Arabella clenched her fists, but she knew there was little she could do. Seraphis was an ancient demon, an entity of unimaginable power. Facing him directly would be suicide, and she knew it. But she also knew that, somehow, Elysiel was still there, fighting against his influence. And that was the hope she clung to.
— I won't let you destroy her. — Arabella declared with determination before turning to Elysiel. — You're not alone in this, Lys. Don't let him erase who you are.
Arabella walked away, her golden wings beating furiously as she left the terrace. The tension in the air eased with her departure, but Elysiel felt the echo of her friend's words reverberating in her mind. Don't let him erase who you are. But the truth was… Elysiel no longer knew who she was.
Seraphis stepped closer to Elysiel, his eyes fixed on her with an almost predatory curiosity. He raised his hand and gently touched her face, his cold touch sending shivers through her skin.
— She cares for you, that warrior of yours. But she doesn't understand. — He whispered. — You and I are destined, Elysiel. Our bond is deeper than she could ever comprehend.
Elysiel closed her eyes for a moment, feeling Seraphis's touch and the power that came with it. She wanted to resist, but at the same time, there was a part of her that had already surrendered. Part of her wanted that power, that bond, as if it filled something inside her that had once been empty.
— I know. — Elysiel replied, her voice low. — But I'm still the princess of Elandor. I still have my people to protect.
Seraphis smiled, his fingers softly caressing Elysiel's face before pulling back slightly.
— And that is precisely why we made the pact. Together, Elysiel, we will do far more than just save this kingdom. This is only the beginning.
Elysiel felt Seraphis's words echo in her mind. The pact was only the beginning, but how far would this path take her? The power she now wielded allowed her to protect Elandor, but at what cost? And worse, the longer she spent with Seraphis, the more she began to wonder: Do I truly want to escape this fate?