The Third Person’s POV
They reached the throne room, talking amongst themselves. Ellie was still shellshocked at the revelation of Jax being the next in line to the underworld throne.
Jax knocked once before opening the door.
All the courts were gathered, but Abby knew better than to tuck her tail between her legs. She held her head high, took Ellie’s right hand and Willow’s left. Then, hand in hand, the three sisters walk to the thrones where a portly man sat smiling a smile that didn’t reach his eyes fully. But they were warr than the eyes of the slender woman beside him.
They both wore costly clothes, many jewels on their necks, fingers, ears and wrists. Both wearing a golden crown, to punctuate they were the King and Queen of the underworld and its citizens.
"Ah! Jax, m’boy. You are the ever gentleman following these lovely ladies to us. But if mory serves right, I sent for Narine to follow them and you, here? And I see we have a visit of one more than I realized. There were only supposed to be you, lovely Willow and the Queen Luna?" The portly man says in a distinct and snobby voice. Jax smiles and bows down.
"I am afraid Narine was rather rude towards the Queen. So she sent her on her way, graciously sparing her tongue for her rudeness, because she didn’t want to start her visit here with violence." Jax answers smoothly, like any man born of the royal house. His father narrows his eyes at this.
"Hm.. Yes, well, you know our costus here, but if she took it too far. Well, I am glad Queen Luna Abigail is so rciful." He says with a slight slur.
"I am only rciful when it suits the situation, your highness. Do not mistake it for weakness." Abby speaks up. The King’s eyes snaps to her, and then he laughs so his large belly is about to pop all the buttons in his silk shirt.
"You are a funny little one." He says with another little laugh.
"Now, where are my manners? I am Laurus, the Demon King and this is my wife and Queen Vera." He presents. Abby gives a nod to them both, not bound to courtesy because she herself is a Queen. Willow and Ellie both courtesy.
"If your highness will excuse asking. But do you know how we got here? And why?" Abby asks in a clear, demanding voice. She is not here to play politics. She wants to go ho.
The man laughs again.
"Oh, I definitely know. I summoned you here, my dear. You see. You have sothing I want. Or rather, you are carrying sothing I want." Abby pus her hands on her mildly showing belly.
"You want my children?" She asks incredulously. He nods, smiling bigger now.
"I’m afraid you will be my prisoner until they have been born, or you can choose to magically transport them to another to carry and be on your marry way. That’s up to you, dear girl." The King says in a jolly voice. He is acting like this is the highlight of the year for him. Which it probably is.
"May I ask why you covet my children so badly you kidnapped ?" Abby asks calmly. She will not show this monster how angry she is, nor how frightened.
"Well, there is a prophecy revolving your sweet little bundles in there." He says, pointing to her stomach. Abby nods. She knows this.
"And you want my children for evil?" She states. It is not a question, but the demon King answers all the sa.
"Yes. I want to put your little princess on the throne, with my dear boy, Jax, as her husband. And your boy will be a high-ranking general for my army. It will be perfect. Your bloodline, Abigail, will entitle them to the throne of the upper realm. And they will also rule the underworld. See, it makes sense."
Abby shakes her head. She can see why he thinks it makes sense, but she knows Jax has a mate, and she is not interested in seeing her children beco evil.
"I will not bring my children up in darkness and be the tip of the scale towards evil winning this war. So my choice will be to go ho, and you leave and my family alone." She states, looking the demon King directly in the eyes.
"You have courage. I will give you that. But I am afraid you have little choice in this, my girl. I have soone very adamant on my side who will make sure this happens this ti around."
Out of the shadow walks Sylla and a dark woman. The woman cackles madly at Abby. She recognizes that laugh from sowhere.
’Abby, that Keres. That goddess of everything evil and dark,’ Ellie says in her mind, while not taking her eyes off her twin.
’I know, but I wonder why she is here?’ Abby answers.
Keres walks to the thrones, conjuring a chair for herself. Sylla stands behind her.
"So, little Queen. The ti has co for you to make a choice. Either you give up those adorable little pups willingly, or I will take them by force." Keres states, while Sylla laughs.
"Oh, I do hope it will be by force. I have sothing to avenge." She says.
"I will never give up my pups. Not to you, or anyone else. They belong with as their mother, and their future mates." Abby says confidently.
"Well, well, well. Look at that. A stubborn werewolf." Keres says to the amusent of the room. Abby links to Jax to get Willow out of there, so she won’t get caught up in anything. She has a feeling that this will turn ugly sooner rather than later.
Keres laughs, lifts a hand and is about to shoot sothing at Abby when the whole room lights up in all different colors.
Before the courts of the underworld, the royals and the goddess stand rest of the star wolves and Laurel.
Then another multicolored light blind everyone, and when they can see again the three upper realm goddesses stand before them. They all look absolutely outraged, and in a blink of an eye, the room is emptied. Jax takes Willow’s hand and teleports her to her room. He tells her to stay there, links Jasper to keep her company before teleporting back to the throne room.
The tension in there is thick and angry.
Laurus panics. This was not part of their plan.
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