Thread: A Sinister Realm of Fables & Bloodlust (darkangel76 x Rauk)

Furious with himself, and his lower lip trembling, Arthur allowed the distraught queen to flee. As another breeze flew by, teasing his senses, he wiped his forehead with the back of his hand and turned away. Desperate for answers, and advice, Arthur decided it would now be best to seek out his old friend Merlin for guidance. Thinning his eyes, the king began making his way hastily in the direction of the wizard's tower where he knew the great and wise Merlin was sure to be. It's been so long since he's since the man, and he couldn't help but shake the feeling that there is something eerie and cryptic in the air. Should I have let her go? Surely, she just needs her space. But what if it's different now? What will she think on me? Arthur daydreamed as his stroll through the royal gardens of Camelot lead him closer to Merlin's tower. He wasn't sure what he should make of the situation, and hopefully he would be able to achieve an audience with the wise wizard in a desperate attempt to win back the heart of his Guinevere. With his mind full of dismay and anguish, little did he know that he was walking right into Merlin's sinister trap. Merlin watched with glee. His eyes filled with a deep victorious aura as the beautiful young woman consumed the demonic elixir so eagerly and placed the empty chalice onto the table beside her. The elder man stroked his beard with one bony fingered hand, as he faced her direction grinning. In due time, you will learn, my dear. The elixir you just drank was infused with the essence of a powerful spirit. More powerful than even I am. Give him time to explore your body, and become intertwined with your very soul. You will soon realize that you are meant for great things not only here in Camelot, but the entire world. With my guidance, and his power, we will be unstoppable together. The wrinkled expression on his face shifted to one of near blankness, as Merlin said nothing further but pointed to the doorway. After an awkward moment of silence, almost as if the elderly mage was speaking telepathically to someone, or something, he turned his gaze back to Morgan. He is coming, exactly as I had predicted. There is your first assignment, Morgan. You must seduce him into turning against Guinevere even further. There is a seed of misery growing between the king and queen now. You must nourish it, and when the time is right, we will conduct the ritual of summoning... You see, my dear, the most important reagent is the spilled blood of two pure and broken hearts. Merlin's eyes widened as he allowed his new companion to take in the gravity of the situation, knowing that the full plan would be a lot for one's mind to digest at first. Soon, the foot steps came to an end, and there was a knock on the main entrance. On the other side of the door could be heard the voice of Arthur, muffled by rainfall and the sound of thunder cracking. There was a storm brewing outside, of supernatural origins. Merlin! It's me! Please let me in, I need someone to talk to! The king, with tears in his eyes masked by the rain droplets streaming down his forehead and face was banging with a closed fist on the door in hopes that someone would hear his words. Well, Morgan, now is your chance. You must prove your manipulative abilities, if you wish to achieve great things. Remember, he is an essential component in our ritual, and you mustn't fail. Once again, the wizard winked deviously at the young Morgan. I will take care of the queen, he added as the old robed man vanished into thin air, with a feint odorless puff of smoke. Merlin? Anybody? I know you're in there.. I demand you open this door! Was heard again from outside, as four more fist-falls landed on the wooden door.