Later That Night...

Later that night, Princess Beatrice once more waited under the blanket of night to go seek out the Demon King. She wore a wine colored satin gown with spaghetti straps. Matching robe and slippers. Her hair was down, it flowed freely in a soft wavy mass around her. She quietly walked down the steps.

She saw no sign of anyone. She slipped inside the small chapel, found the marker for the secret passageway and pulled the lever open quietly. She walked inside. This time there was no fear, only dread and anger when the passageway closed behind her. Her small candle flickered as she ventured further.

She went down the long winding steps once more. She found the black the book still sitting in the center of the room inside of a dark pentagram she had never noticed before. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind. The war had changed her. She could feel the submissive, quiet Princess inside of her fading away into something else.

She walked towards the book, it did nothing. Why would it? She thought. She hadn't touched it yet. She didn't want to.

The last time she had she felt its darkness. No matter how much she didn't want to she had to do it, she thought. Prince William was depending on her. The healers daunting words echoed in her mind as she walked towards the book. Her tiptoes touched it.

She leaned down and picked it up. The black leather feeling rough under her fingertips. She did as she had before. She rubbed her hand over the monsters face etched in the black leather book. Nothing happened. She felt the chill run down her spine.

What was wrong with her? Why hadn't he come? She felt her eyes producing unwanted unshed tears. How dare this demon! She thought.

She grew angry and threw the book down on the floor. It hit the ground with a loud thud. The ground rumbled like the books weight was echoing through the stone floor. That fear she thought she had control over was there once more. The books pages fluttered like moth wings and stopped when it landed on a passage.

Beatrice couldn't make out what it was from where she stood once again she walked over and pick the book up. The pages were made up of old yellowing parchment. The words were etched in red ink. Princes Beatrice knew it was probably blood. she saw then it read summoning of Belith.

So that was his name.