C5 Underworld

They circled each other in a stealthy movement, one studying the other's movement intimately, waiting for the other to make the first strike. Lance bounded forward, kneeing her in the stomach. He was tired of waiting for the opponent to quit loafing.

She grasped her stomach firmly trying to draw in a breath. A guileful smirk crossed Lance's face as he stepped forward savoring every emanation of pain that proceeded from the tract of his contender

“One strike for me. keep up with that attitude and you'll be out in no time.” Lance said, trying to set her on the edge.

“Oh yeah?!, first watch me wipe that ugly smirk off your ugly face .” she retorted

“Hmph… I'd like to see you try.” Lance gave a brief laugh and adjusted his stance ready to defend himself from whatever she might launch at him

Her insides were already in turmoil at his words as she took a step backward and launched herself at a surprised Lance. She threw her full weight at Lance, making him lose his balance as they both fell to the floor.

“Is this how you intend to wipe the smile off my face?." He asked, reaching for her.

She looked down and noticed her bent position with both knees spread apart over his torso, her cheeks flushed bright red in embarrassment seeing that she was straddling him, she made attempts to lift herself from him but he grabbed on tightly to her waist, bringing her back down, making her derriere collide against his groin leaving no gap between them.

“What do you think you're doing Lance?.” she questioned, clearly irritated by his words and now his actions.

“Practice, and you're doing just right… see who's at the top,” he replied with a slick grin across his face. Mysus shot a puzzled look at him.

“I'm lost, what do you mean by at the top?.” He replied with an even wider smile, loosening his grip on her waist as moved his hands around her downwards slowly. Mysus irked at the message he was conveying across, yanked his hands off aggressively and returned the favor by kneeing him in the chamber where daylight never reaches.

“Uggghhh….” he groaned in pain, clutching his man part with both hands.

“Why…do…why do you have to be so….aggressive… ugh it hurts.” he managed to say squinting his eyes.

“Says the nitwit that hit me in the stomach first. ” she spat at him. “For the record, that's a draw,” she said looking down at his curled position

“Get up weakling I didn't even apply much pressure… it was just a friendly kick.” she mocked, smiling for the first time.”

“You can call me many things but not weak.” he helped himself to his feet, his smile replaced by a weak frown.

“Never call Lance weak,” he said in a menacing whisper, and with that, he held both fists tightly together in the air, taking a huge jump as he sprang forward. Mysus joined him in the air, catching him at the speed of light and sending him into the trees.

“Trying to sound intimidating, hunh?... Try harder.” she swooped down from on top of a branch and landed steadily on both feet.

“Two points for me…get up,” she ordered

The leaves shivered as mighty waves of wind rushed through them at every leap the two combatants made with Mysus throwing repelling growls and faces at him. Clouds and trees watched on as they swung fists and bodies around intending to knock the other out.

One powerful blow from Mysus to Lance's cheek sent him spiraling down to the ground as he tumbled over continuously. placing an elbow on the floor to get him to a higher position above the ground, he shook the effect of the blow away, trying to remember where he was. He had been caught off guard, he thought, he wouldn't go so easy on her next time if there was a next time, she had broken so many things inside him.

“Fair game…here,” she said, reaching out her hand to him as he clasped it, she hauled him to his feet without constraint.

“You call fair kicking me in the balls? Pathetic!.” he scoffed. She turned to look at him, “Match's over, I won't have you speak to me in that tone.”

“Apologies to your highness,” he said with his head bowed slightly. Mysus expected that whenever she was having a duel with any of the warriors, they were to keep the relationship mutual and not address her as royalty but after practice, she assumes her role as the

“When will the training commence, your highness?.”

She looked up to the sky as if the answer to his question were written boldly on it.

“Mother…she calls.” her senses received reception of her mother's howls.

“Get my siblings….Mother calls.”

“Yes, your highness.” he gave a slight bow before leaping through the trees.

“Is she here already?.”

“Strange she'd come here unannounced.”

“Probably urgent news.” Bilel nodded his head in agreement. He turned to face Mysus, scanning her from head to waist with eagle's keenness.

“We're going in to meet the council, you better get changed as soon as possible, you're soaked with sweat.”

“Does it smell?” Mysus questioned with a concerned look.

“I won't risk coming close to you, go change,” he replied, faking a puke. “And thereafter go get your sisters.”

“I already instructed Lance on that…I'm so worn I think I might get a short nap before we head to Mother's.” she raised her armpits to him feigning a yawn

Mysus was about to tease him some more when they heard screams and ululations coming from inside their mother's chambers.

They both ran in the opposite direction heading for their mother's palace. They hadn't gotten midway when Bilel pulled Mysus by the arm dragging her backward “Go change into something else, I'll find out what's going on.” he said, releasing her from his hold.”

She reached for her arm, trying to soothe the twinge from his compressed grasp. “You didn't have to hold on to me that hard.”

“I'm sorry.” he apologized sincerely, sometimes, he was not aware of the kind of strength he possessed. He was the Alpha queen's first son, and so he was nearly as powerful as his mother.

Bilel tore through the guards blocking his path, flinging them at every corner as he made his way into the place.

“Mother? What in the name of.….” Bilel screamed all the words out in astonishment as soon as he arrived behind his mother who was holding The Reaper by the neck high up in the air.

“Mother please let her go.” His voice was calmer now. He looked from his mother to The Reaper, he was afraid more for his mother than The Reaper. He was absolutely sure that more pressure to the grip around The Reaper's neck would snap her head from her body, but before she dies she will definitely put a hex upon the entire kingdom of Zelehas, which will spell doom for eternities to come.

“Do…do not…plea..plead for me.” The Reaper managed to voice out, already looking death in the face.

The reaper is a living curse among the werewolves. She mated with a powerful vampire and killed it during the mating process.

It wasn't the first time an original vampire overwhelmed a female werewolf into mating with them, but how he wasn't able to survive the bite the reaper accorded him with, remained a baffling mystery unraveled.

Bearing the hybrid that was growing inside her was considered an abomination and she had to kill it, as her only compensation from being banished from Zelehas by the Alpha queen. The baby's dead blood mixed with hers gave her obscure powers. She being able to foretell only misfortune earned her the name, The Reaper.

Lethana's eyes shot blood red with anger, The poised aura that emanated from her personality was overwhelming as she stood, fearless, ruthless and stunning. Her prolonged fangs were noticeable, flashing them dejectedly at her subject held tightly between her claws.

She thrust her protracted claws leisurely into the Reaper's neck, while Bilel watched on in horror as droplets of blood spiraled down from her neck to his mother's clutch, unable to rescue the distressed woman from his mother's savagery nor the kingdom from its alley to multifold despoliation and damnation.