CHAPTER 3

　　Barwolf quickly left her room. No one knows what he had done to Raziah including his surviving three wives. The only one who had managed to find out was Mary and he had to get her out of his way. He needed a son that will take over him so the thought of impregnating his daughter crossed his mind and he raped Raziah when she was 10 years old. That was 90 years ago. It's been 200 hundred years since he betrayed Zelina and Gerwulf and a lot of things had changed, he had changed and he regrets a lot of things. He should be glad that Raziah made him her personal servant.

　　He went to do as he was ordered.

　　Pity. She doesn't feel pity for her father, rather what she felt was real hatred but she can't harm him, her mother asked her not to.

　　Raziah smiled to no one and then proceeded to lie down on her bed and close her eyes, falling asleep immediately, still smiling.

　　It was like she was in a garden filled with Iridaceae and Marigold flowers, she remembered this very place and smiled to herself. After her mother's death, she finds herself here once in a while, not every time. In this Garden, she was a ten-year-old girl. She sat down and waited.

　　Suddenly someone covered her eyes but she didn't yell, she recognized the fragrance and smiled widely.

　　"Mother," she whispered and the hand was suddenly gone from her face and her mother joined her on the ground. "I have missed you. It's been a long time since you brought me here. You even promise to tell me a story when next I come." she added sadly. It's been like twenty years or so.

　　"I'm sorry Raziah. Bringing you here is not easy." Mary told her daughter kissing the top of her head.

　　"I haven't buried you."

　　"Good."

　　"I bathe your dead body every day like you requested," Raziah told her.

　　"That's good Raziah and for being obedient I will tell you the story," Mary said, beaming with smiles.

　　Raziah's ten-year-old self jumped up in happiness and then sat down on her mother's lap.

　　"A long time ago, after the creation of the universe which leads to different dimensions. The Creator feeling so tired and needed to rest decided to bring the two most trusted of his creations and gave them a task to watch over the universe. Well, one was to guide the night and the other one was to guide the day. Well the god who guided the night became jealous of the goddess of the day and wanted to take her powers away from her."

　　"Why?"

　　"People prefer the day to night, my child. So feeling jealous he made plans to steal her powers since she is the strongest amongst them."

　　"Did he succeed?" Raziah asked curiously.

　　"He succeeded," Mary confirmed.

　　"But how? How can day trust night?"

　　"Love Raziah, love made her," Mary answered. "I will see you again my child and finish up the story. Keep taking care of my body."

　　"Wait!" Raziah yelled out and shot out of bed holding whoever was looming over on the neck. She saw her father staring at her in shock.

　　"What?" she demanded, tightening her hold on him. If he hadn't Interrupted her dream her mother would have finished that story. Now she doesn't know when her mother would call her to that beautiful garden again.

　　"Hobgoblin Queen." he squeaked out and Raziah let go of his neck immediately.

　　"Repeat that."

　　"The Hobgoblin Queen is back," Barwolf told her.

　　"So soon?"

　　"Soon? It's evening already."

　　Raziah then stared at the window in the room and it was only then she noticed how dark it was outside. She hasn't spoken to her mother for long and now it was dark already here.

　　"Did she bring my payment?"

　　"She did."

　　Without another word she left her bed and room and went to meet the Queen of Hobgoblin who was waiting for her in the compound.

　　Her stomach growls and she remembers that she hasn't eaten anything since morning nor has she taken her bath. The quicker she is done with the demons the sooner she has her bath and food.

　　"I'm sorry for delaying my King." The Hobgoblin Queen apologized to Raziah.

　　Raziah didn't acknowledge her apology, her eyes were on the twenty big sack bags filled with gold coins to the brim. Staring at it she smiled to herself.

　　"You did well." She said mostly to herself. "Take the bags to my treasure house."

　　Barwolf needed no one to tell that his daughter was talking to him.

　　"It's night, my King, the demons will soon attack please can we go now."

　　"Hush and don't ever tell me what to do." Raziah warns her. "Besides, if I defeat the demons, do you promise to hand over your kingdom to me?" she asked then continued before the Queen answered. "I mean you will still be the Queen but I will be controlling it. You will follow my rules."

　　"I promise." the Queen of Hobgoblin said with gritted teeth.

　　"That's what I want to hear." Raziah said and whistled once.

　　A golden sharp spear being carried by ten guards were seen coming towards them.

　　"Lazy fools." Raziah said to their faces and with ease carried her Golden spear. No one can lift up her Golden spear single handedly.

　　Closing her eyes, she called on her Wolf. She saw herself facing a prison and inside the prison was a large white wolf chained on its hind legs. She had tried all she could to release her wolf from this prison but couldn't. Why was her wolf chained? She has no answer to that and to make it worse, all her Wolf doesn't remember.

　　"It's time."

　　Deep violet eyes opened to stare at her as the large head touched the iron.

　　"They are back aren't they?" her Wolf asked, referring to the demons.