Call Of The Dark

Maeve looked at Emma with clenched teeth. She closed the gap between her in slow and angry strides. "What have you said to Lazarus that he is taking you to Upper North Jupan for Samhain and not me? What kind of stories are you feeding him?" She came to stand a few feet away from her and crossed her arms across her chest.

Emma narrowed her eyes, wiping her tears away. From what she knew it was Maeve who was going to Samhain with Lazarus and not her. When did this development take place?

"Remember one thing, Emma!" Maeve said in a low menacing voice. "You are here only for this body of yours. Lazarus doesn't like you and he has no interest in you. I will be his queen and not you. If you have somehow got that idea in your head, it would be better that you discard it right now. You cannot sow seeds of dissent between us!"

Emma shifted back and rested herself against the headboard. She stretched her legs in front of her and tilted her head. Surely there was something going on between them. "Sow seeds of dissent?" she scoffed. "If you are so afraid of me then why have you left him with me? Why don't you stay with him?"

Maeve was already peeved by Lazarus's behavior and now this mortal was showing her attitude? Enraged, her magic came out of her in thick black smoke and coiled around her hands. "Don't you go ahead of yourself, mortal!" she hissed. "You are here only to entertain Lord Lazarus. To offer your body for his pleasure and that too only for two more weeks. After that I will personally cast your soul out of your body and enter! Till then think of yourself as a concubine. If you are so keen on elevating your ranks, then think of yourself as a royal concubine like Rina! She can also take care of Lazarus!"

Emma should have been scared of Maeve's magic but she didn't feel any fear and the main reason was that Maeve wouldn't use her magic on her. If she did, her body would weaken further. She shook her head lightly while watching Maeve. "I heard that Lord Lazarus hasn't ever had sex with anyone because he is saving himself for his bride. If you are his bride, then why is he having sex with me? You should have been available for him, rather than shoving me in front of him!"

"You—" Maeve clenched her fists as her magic leapt towards Emma, but it couldn't reach more than a foot from her and she started coughing and wheezing.

Emma moved her feet down and stood on the rug. She leaned forward a little and said, "You should take care of yourself Goddess Maeve. Maybe, go back to Vilinski. It will be better for your health. As for Lazarus, it is possible that he is not interested in you."

"Quiet!" Maeve roared but the roar came out as a purr. Blood came in her mouth as the magic harmed her body. She tasted metal and coughed it out. "I am not concerned that he will be infatuated by you. But Lazarus will never choose you over me. And the only reason is that if he does that, he would have to kiss his dreams of ruling Wilyra goodbye. He is extremely intelligent. I am extremely sure that he will see through your manipulations."

Emma looked at the blood on the rug and watched Maeve wiping it from her mouth. She chuckled and then walked away from her feeling disgusted. "So what you are saying is that you both are pawns in the hands of this simple, submissive mortal?"

Maeve stifled a shudder. She lashed, "A goddess would be a pawn in the hands of a lowly mortal like you? A girl who has just turned eighteen and hasn't seen the world as against a five thousand years old goddess? Are you dreaming?"

Emma couldn't help but laugh at it. "I didn't say that you both are pawns in my hands. That is going to be good though. But—" she ambled towards her and tilted her head right and left. "It seems that you are unable to understand a normal conversation. It isn't your fault I believe. It is the fault of your body that is decaying slowly and painfully. I said that you are thinking that you are pawns in my hands." She giggled. "How can I, a lowly mortal, use you like pawns?"

Maeve's eyes widened. She couldn't believe that Emma was giving it back to her. She was a goddess. And in her times, people worshiped her. Young girls like Emma would sink on their knees and ask for forgiveness or offer flowers and prayers. "I am warning you Emma," she said, baring her teeth. "Do not think yourself to even take my place. The throne of Wilyra belongs to me! Do you understand?"

Emma put her hands up in the air in front of her. "Ooo, I am scared!"

Maeve clenched her fists. She was itching to snap this girl's neck, but she took a deep breath in. She opened her mouth to say something but Emma cut her off.

"Now get out of my room, Goddess Maeve. I have to prepare my trunk for Samhain!"

A look of shock was etched on her face. A moment later she gathered herself and said, "You aren't going anywhere. Trust me. It is me who is going to Upper North Jupan. No one likes you. They are all waiting for me. So stay put and stop dreaming!"

Emma shrugged her shoulders. She waved at the door. "That's fine with me too, but kindly leave Goddess Maeve. I am having a headache because of you."

Maeve glared at her and then spun on her heels to walk out of the room. She closed the door with a bang as she headed out to find Lazarus. He was an imbecile who was getting swayed by a mortal. Earlier he was in her hands. She decided to pack her bags before going to find him. She was a goddess and she would be defeated by a mortal? Never.