The rage had been boiling inside of me ever since I had to destory my own flesh and blood. I found myself pacing through the halls of my estate. The uneasiness growing from somewhere inside, somewhere that despite my best efforts I was unable to touch. Nothing it seemed would soothe the fractured pieces of my soul. I suppose it was this fact that brought me to stand before my mother's tomb.
Witches buried our dead in tombs, the more weathly the better the tomb. And my mother had been a clan head before her death, a clan head of one of the six clans that made up the small council, and the source of fear for many people--including myself. I stared at this epitate of her mother's influence on earth. And the ground shook under my feet. I would tear it down. Every tiny little piece and grind it all to dust. It was unheard of to defile such places, or to defile the bodies of the dead. It was only done when someone had committed grave crimes--in my mind she had done just that.
I moved letting the grass decay under my feet. I didn't care if my powers destoryed everything here--I sort of wanted it to burn to the ground anyway. Putting power into my hand, I punched the stones watching them crumble into the ground. I continued to move punching through the rock, as it fell to ashes at my feet. The outside crumbling to pieces and landing the ground. Coming to the inner chamber I moved to the tomb and yanked it open. My eyes stopped and peered in at what should have been my mother's body. However, it was simply gone. "What the flip?" I whirled around as if I excepted her to be standing there, waithing, watching. But, there was nothing but the echoing wind from the hold I had punched in the wall.
The scream rang out into the night air as magic lashed out and the whole thing collaspsed around me. It took me a whlie to realize the scream had been my own. I somehow managed to crawl out of the wreak. Someone had stolen my mother's body? Or was it she had somehow managed to come back. I didn't put anything past that woman; she always seemed to have a plan.
Crawling out into the night, I realized that their was nothing I could do at this point but wait and see. I made my way home; the dust still clinging to me. Opening the door to my estate I moved inside and for the second time this night, I screamed. Or was it for the second time I was surprised. On the table staring at me was the heads of my mother's inner circles. Those that had committed grave crimes against our people. And when I say head I mean just that their heads. Wherever the bodies had gotten to was beyond me.
Moving foward, I stopped to pick up the neatly written note that read: You wanted my inner circle. Well, here they are. Part of them anyways. Love Catalina. Throwing the note into the fire, I grumbled to myself as I moved to open the door to my room and that was when more heads came tumbling out. I let out a yelp and jumped backwards.
My room was a pile of bodies. The heads had been set to roll down upon my answering the door and the corpses were arranged in various ways, most of which I shall not repeat. The poses caused me to pause as I found what appeared to be a penis inside the mouth of one of the Von Clan. I knew in a heart beat without having to be told--this was my father's work. He had said he was going to kill them all. And for some ungodly reason he decided to display them for me. It was such a Kyrell thing to do. I sighed it appeared both my parents had a flare for drama.
I shut the door and turned to a servant that moved past. "I do believe I need you to do something with those bodies."
The servant bowed. "As my lady commands."
"Was my father here?" I asked.
He replied, "Yes, my lady. A few times once when he brought the bodies and later with your mother."
I paused at his words, "With my mother?" There must be some mistake why would they be running around together.
The man took a step back at my look. It was clear that I was not happy and like my father I tended to over react when upset. "They seemed quite friendly to be honest."
I growled and flung a head at the man who moved quickly and quietly out of the way before I choose to do something worst. I stared at the pile and picked up one of the head. "We are so going to see about this." And with that I vanished in search of my father.