The Great Hall at the heart of the Unseelie sithen was a Gothic splendour, the floor of which was covered in black marble and filled with nine arches made of the same material. The walls were lined with tapestries depicting massive hunting parties. The hunters in these tapestries were outfitted in elaborate suits of armour, rode huge, powerful war horses, and wielded shining magic swords and spears. It was only when the viewer moved in for a closer look did it become apparent that the prey were human; men, women and children dressed in medieval peasant blouses, trewes and skirts, their faces were twisted with horror and terror as they ran for their lives.
The Lady of Air and Darkness, the Unseelie Queen Maab, had created a throne to fit the room's d?cor perfectly. It was a huge thing, made out of ebony stone, carved into the shape of two complete human skeletons. The arms of the skeletons held the seat of the throne, a plush cushion covered with blood-red velvet. The throne sat at the end of the room on a raised dais at the top of of three steps. A long carpet of equally red velvet led from the doors at the opposite end of the room up the steps and ended at the base of the throne. On the wall behind the throne was an elaborate mirror held in a gilt frame, which had been fashioned in the shape of intertwined flames. It was through this mirror that Maab communicated with her host when they visited the mortal world.
On any normal night, the Great Hall was filled with the Dark Host of Unseelie sidhe, Maab's subjects and petitioners, their glossy hair shining in the light of a hundred candles, their elegant gowns and suits perfectly matching the rich, dark jewel tones of the tapestries lining the room. There was an orchestra near the doors, made up of humans who had been stolen away centuries ago and bespelled with immortality, so long as their music pleased Maab. The Dark Host danced all night long, never stopping, never needing rest, only retiring once the sun rose.
This night, however, was not normal. The Dark Host was absent from the Great Hall. Indeed, only Maab and three others were present - the captain of Maab's personal guard, Bran, a handsome sidhe with the traditional Unseelie looks of dark hair, swarthy skin and eyes the colour of peat moss, and his second-in-command, Fionbharr, a very Seelie-looking sidhe with long, flowing blond hair, flawless creamy white skin and eyes the colour of the Irish Sea after a storm. The guards stood on the bottom step of the throne's dais, Fionbharr to Maab's left and Bran at the Queen's right hand.
Halfway between the throne and the doors at the far end of the room, knelt the third figure, a supplicant the likes of which had not been seen in the sithen for more than two millennium. Maab's petitioner this night was a high ranking she-demon, who was currently wearing the meat of a school teacher. The demon was kneeling silently, her head hanging down as she waited to be recognised by Maab, something that infuriated the creature nearly beyond reason.
Maab sat on her throne, dressed in skin-tight black leathers, her raven hair pulled away from her beautiful face in an intricate braid, the tail of which hung down to her waist. She was staring at the demon, a curious look in her pale grey eyes. She desperately wanted to know why the demon had petitioned an audience with her, but would first make sure the demon knew who ruled here.
?Well, Lilith. Why are you here?? Maab asked in a voice laced with poison.
The demon raised her head, showing completely dead black eyes in the pretty face of the teacher. She slowly rose to her feet and moved closer to the throne. The guards' hands moved as one to the hilts of their swords and Lilith stopped moving, though her eyes never left Maab's face. Lilith smiled briefly before answering. ?The Lords of Hell need the assistance of the mighty Unseelie Queen and her Dark Host. I have come on behalf of my Master to ask a boon of you, Queen Maab.?
Maab cocked her head to the side, an arched brow lifting minutely as she studied the demon for a moment before chuckling. ?Lucifer needs my help? What can I do that he cannot??
?We have discovered the identities of Heaven's three Blessed Ones. One of our own Three was sent to kill them.? Lilith licked her lips and looked down, hating having to admit defeat. ?His efforts were in vain. They know about us now and have taken precautions. We cannot track them, cannot find them. They wear amulets and carry hexbags to keep themselves invisible from us.?
Maab's full, lush lips curled in an evil smile and she laughed uproariously, clapping her hands together. ?I see. Hell needs my Fae to track down Heaven's agents and destroy them?? She broke off in another fit of laughter. Her guards, too, began to chuckle. Lilith's face coloured and her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides. She longed to strike down the arrogant creatures and spill their blood across the glossy marble floors. If the Horde didn't need them so badly, the Fae would learn why her name was feared in Heaven, Hell and on Earth.
?We will bargain with you, Queen,? Lilith said over the sound of laughter. ?Call up the Wild Hunt and send it after Heaven's agents. We will give you whatever you desire in exchange for this.?
Maab's laughter died down, her face becoming serious. ?The Wild Hunt? Do you have any idea of the sort of power required in not only calling it up, but in controlling it as well??
Lilith nodded. ?Yes, your Highness. That is why we come to you. Only the powerful Queen Maab wields enough Will to perform the necessary magic.? The demon felt sick to her borrowed stomach, but plying the vacuous faerie with empty flattery was the only way of getting her to agree.
Maab fell silent as her mouth pursed in thought. ?And if I do this for you, if I unleash Eamon and his Hunters and let them chase down these agents of Heaven, you and yours will do anything I ask in exchange??
The demon nodded again. ?Yes, anything you ask, so long as we are capable of performing the task, of course.?
?Of course.? Maab smiled wickedly and nodded. She rose with feline grace and descended the steps towards the demon. She circled Lilith, her hips swaying with seductive allure. ?You are familiar with the Jewels of the Tuatha de Danaan?? the faerie asked as she faced the demon again.
?Four items of untold power, brought from the four cities of the Tuatha before they came to Ireland,? Lilith answered. ?A spear carried by Lugh, against which no battle could ever be sustained. A sword carried by Nuada Silverhand, from which none could escape once it was drawn from its sheath. A cauldron belonging to the Dagda, which would satisfy the hunger of any army that ate from it. And the Lia Fal, the king-making stone.?
Maab nodded. ?I desire the sword. Find it for me and I will call up the Hunt and send it after your enemies.?
Lilith's eyes grew wide in shock. ?You want us to find the Sword of Light? Something out of legend? Something that probably never existed? We cannot do this, Maab! Surely you have a counter-offer? Something that the Horde can actually do??
Maab smirked and returned to her throne, crossing her long legs as she settled against the velvet cushion. ?We know where it is, demon. My Left Hand will take you to seancha? who sings of its location. Send your agents after it and I will free Eamon.?
The Queen motioned the demon closer to her and unsheathed a long obsidian dagger from a sheath tied to her right leg. She held out her right hand and drew the blade across her palm, ruby red blood quickly welling up from the wound. She gave the knife to the demon, who mirrored the cutting. The two unholy creatures gripped hands, their blood mingling and dripping to the floor, where it hissed and smoked in the deep pile of the carpet at their feet. The guards exchanged looks that held no small amount of fear. The Wild Hunt would once more ride across the face of Earth. It was enough to cause seasoned veterans to quiver with terror.
The Lady of Air and Darkness, the Unseelie Queen Maab, had created a throne to fit the room's d?cor perfectly. It was a huge thing, made out of ebony stone, carved into the shape of two complete human skeletons. The arms of the skeletons held the seat of the throne, a plush cushion covered with blood-red velvet. The throne sat at the end of the room on a raised dais at the top of of three steps. A long carpet of equally red velvet led from the doors at the opposite end of the room up the steps and ended at the base of the throne. On the wall behind the throne was an elaborate mirror held in a gilt frame, which had been fashioned in the shape of intertwined flames. It was through this mirror that Maab communicated with her host when they visited the mortal world.
On any normal night, the Great Hall was filled with the Dark Host of Unseelie sidhe, Maab's subjects and petitioners, their glossy hair shining in the light of a hundred candles, their elegant gowns and suits perfectly matching the rich, dark jewel tones of the tapestries lining the room. There was an orchestra near the doors, made up of humans who had been stolen away centuries ago and bespelled with immortality, so long as their music pleased Maab. The Dark Host danced all night long, never stopping, never needing rest, only retiring once the sun rose.
This night, however, was not normal. The Dark Host was absent from the Great Hall. Indeed, only Maab and three others were present - the captain of Maab's personal guard, Bran, a handsome sidhe with the traditional Unseelie looks of dark hair, swarthy skin and eyes the colour of peat moss, and his second-in-command, Fionbharr, a very Seelie-looking sidhe with long, flowing blond hair, flawless creamy white skin and eyes the colour of the Irish Sea after a storm. The guards stood on the bottom step of the throne's dais, Fionbharr to Maab's left and Bran at the Queen's right hand.
Halfway between the throne and the doors at the far end of the room, knelt the third figure, a supplicant the likes of which had not been seen in the sithen for more than two millennium. Maab's petitioner this night was a high ranking she-demon, who was currently wearing the meat of a school teacher. The demon was kneeling silently, her head hanging down as she waited to be recognised by Maab, something that infuriated the creature nearly beyond reason.
Maab sat on her throne, dressed in skin-tight black leathers, her raven hair pulled away from her beautiful face in an intricate braid, the tail of which hung down to her waist. She was staring at the demon, a curious look in her pale grey eyes. She desperately wanted to know why the demon had petitioned an audience with her, but would first make sure the demon knew who ruled here.
?Well, Lilith. Why are you here?? Maab asked in a voice laced with poison.
The demon raised her head, showing completely dead black eyes in the pretty face of the teacher. She slowly rose to her feet and moved closer to the throne. The guards' hands moved as one to the hilts of their swords and Lilith stopped moving, though her eyes never left Maab's face. Lilith smiled briefly before answering. ?The Lords of Hell need the assistance of the mighty Unseelie Queen and her Dark Host. I have come on behalf of my Master to ask a boon of you, Queen Maab.?
Maab cocked her head to the side, an arched brow lifting minutely as she studied the demon for a moment before chuckling. ?Lucifer needs my help? What can I do that he cannot??
?We have discovered the identities of Heaven's three Blessed Ones. One of our own Three was sent to kill them.? Lilith licked her lips and looked down, hating having to admit defeat. ?His efforts were in vain. They know about us now and have taken precautions. We cannot track them, cannot find them. They wear amulets and carry hexbags to keep themselves invisible from us.?
Maab's full, lush lips curled in an evil smile and she laughed uproariously, clapping her hands together. ?I see. Hell needs my Fae to track down Heaven's agents and destroy them?? She broke off in another fit of laughter. Her guards, too, began to chuckle. Lilith's face coloured and her hands clenched in tight fists at her sides. She longed to strike down the arrogant creatures and spill their blood across the glossy marble floors. If the Horde didn't need them so badly, the Fae would learn why her name was feared in Heaven, Hell and on Earth.
?We will bargain with you, Queen,? Lilith said over the sound of laughter. ?Call up the Wild Hunt and send it after Heaven's agents. We will give you whatever you desire in exchange for this.?
Maab's laughter died down, her face becoming serious. ?The Wild Hunt? Do you have any idea of the sort of power required in not only calling it up, but in controlling it as well??
Lilith nodded. ?Yes, your Highness. That is why we come to you. Only the powerful Queen Maab wields enough Will to perform the necessary magic.? The demon felt sick to her borrowed stomach, but plying the vacuous faerie with empty flattery was the only way of getting her to agree.
Maab fell silent as her mouth pursed in thought. ?And if I do this for you, if I unleash Eamon and his Hunters and let them chase down these agents of Heaven, you and yours will do anything I ask in exchange??
The demon nodded again. ?Yes, anything you ask, so long as we are capable of performing the task, of course.?
?Of course.? Maab smiled wickedly and nodded. She rose with feline grace and descended the steps towards the demon. She circled Lilith, her hips swaying with seductive allure. ?You are familiar with the Jewels of the Tuatha de Danaan?? the faerie asked as she faced the demon again.
?Four items of untold power, brought from the four cities of the Tuatha before they came to Ireland,? Lilith answered. ?A spear carried by Lugh, against which no battle could ever be sustained. A sword carried by Nuada Silverhand, from which none could escape once it was drawn from its sheath. A cauldron belonging to the Dagda, which would satisfy the hunger of any army that ate from it. And the Lia Fal, the king-making stone.?
Maab nodded. ?I desire the sword. Find it for me and I will call up the Hunt and send it after your enemies.?
Lilith's eyes grew wide in shock. ?You want us to find the Sword of Light? Something out of legend? Something that probably never existed? We cannot do this, Maab! Surely you have a counter-offer? Something that the Horde can actually do??
Maab smirked and returned to her throne, crossing her long legs as she settled against the velvet cushion. ?We know where it is, demon. My Left Hand will take you to seancha? who sings of its location. Send your agents after it and I will free Eamon.?
The Queen motioned the demon closer to her and unsheathed a long obsidian dagger from a sheath tied to her right leg. She held out her right hand and drew the blade across her palm, ruby red blood quickly welling up from the wound. She gave the knife to the demon, who mirrored the cutting. The two unholy creatures gripped hands, their blood mingling and dripping to the floor, where it hissed and smoked in the deep pile of the carpet at their feet. The guards exchanged looks that held no small amount of fear. The Wild Hunt would once more ride across the face of Earth. It was enough to cause seasoned veterans to quiver with terror.