Chapter 10:

Nikita arrived at the hall where all the officials had gathered and quietly sat at her place, ignoring the murmurs that went on around the room. She was used to it already, the cold shoulders, the glares. Yes, she had killed, not because she wanted to, but that still hadn't left people's memory. Pathetic.

"So, you finally decide to show up." Her father said, but she did not as much as look at him. The group gasped at her ignorance, but still all she did was blankly look at them and sigh before shrugging. The king didn't say anything to suppress his anger, he turned to his court.

"To all of you who are aware, the ceremony will be held in a day, so we have much time for the preparations which have already been made." he said and the audience nodded expectantly. All Nikita did was let her mind wonder, because there was no point arguing as usual.

"Nikita, in the meantime will be kept in the Moulding chambers, for preparation, and to meet her new husband, the sun deity." She looked up at him and sighed yet again one that was quite audible to the whole room.

"You think you found the sun deity? That's laughable." She said and her father banged his hand on his arm rest, and she stood up to leave, but the guards at the door seized her. She laughed and turned to her father, her eyes directly at him. Is this the man she had been afraid of? She was a deity there was nothing he could do to her, but she wouldn't complain. Not to him.

The guards guided to a doubled doored room were nobody had ever entered. She heard that its where priests had gone to consult with the two deities centuries ago. She exhaled lightly and pushed the doors open and stepped in quickly. Glamorous walls, bright paintings telling of ancient stories of her kind, but nothing. It was an empty space of dark, but she felt she wasn't alone.

For her good she didn't move as she should've been doing. One reason because she could feel a cold hand on her shoulder, as it dragged down to the crook of her neck. What was this? It felt as cold as ice, and at the same time made her feel drained. She groaned as the hand came to her belly and dragged er deeper into the darkness. She couldn't scream, or shout, despite the weird movements, the figure seemed very familiar to her, that she had no use of fighting it.

Nikita let the hand drag her across the empty space, to a warmth she didn't know she'd ever feel. Her mind was at ease, and she felt almost as if she could smile. This wasn't normal, but it felt like it. As she drowned into the humming sensation, she heard a chuckle followed by a flash of light that spread across what seemed like a room, a room she had predicted it would look like. But the man smiling down at her is what she hadn't predicted. Oh.

"Who are you?" She asked simply, glancing at his figure. Amazing black midnight hair, robes as dark as night he wore. He had the markings of the ancient ones. When his identity came to her, she dropped on her knees away from him.

"Ah, so you do know me after all. Nikita, we have much to talk about before tomorrow. If you are to follow in my footsteps." The deity said and she looked up at him and shook her head.

"I don't wish to be married tomorrow. I humbly ask that you take this burden away from me. I will fulfill my duties as your descendant." She said and she heard another low chuckle.

"No." The man said as he helped Nikita up from the floor. "If you don't proceed with the marriage, you can't fulfill your duties, that's how it works."

"I don't understand."

"That's why I am here. To help you understand." She nodded and put her hand in his that he offered. Together they walked further into the darkness away from the light, leaving behind all that she had known.