Isolde's Journey to the Crypts

It took her three days to dare cross that entrance, to dare open the stone cold door.

I'm the lady of this castle. I won't be afraid of Its dark chambers.

That was easy to say when not looking at the door of that cript. Father and mother had never let them go even near that place back when they were alive, and even if she had deemed all of their teachings as stupid in her maturity, that door still brought to her a sense of infantile dread. That gargoyle skull on its surface did not become silly when looking at it with mature eyes, as all gargoyles do.

No spooky door can scare me. The thought didn't sound convincing, even inside her own mind, but she had to do it. Down there she would find the weapons of her holy ancestors. Even if she thought of them as silly **** people, too naive and weak to expand the borders of Numantia as much as she and her brother had. But they would know how to kill a witch, and she needed this one dead. She had seen what she had done in just three days. The court had become... weird: she had seen diplomats exposing their cocks here are there as if nothing happened, barechested courtwomen smiling at her. Everywhere Karla went, people seemed to grow nicer and meeker, they all smiled to that acursed redhead. It was as if the whole castle had been hexed or put under a devious enchantment. Why does everyone like her? A ruler shall be feared, feared I say!

But the worst by far had been her brother, her beautiful brother, so strong and manly, turned to... that, he had become a mockery of his former self, no longer the strong and cruel man, but a quiet thing that followed her queen with a smile. His voice had started to change, more femenine and soft, he smiled a lot now, but not his usual smile, he hadn't go to his daily martial training but to the library, and whenever she had tried talking to him he had ignore her completely. He had started to wash himself regularly, dressing in cloth instead of iron and even shaving each morning after Karla had said that it stung to kiss him. You damn whore, that's my sting, not yours, MINE!

She entered the crypt, torch in hand.

A maze of dark corridors greeted her, an endless expanse of dark walls, stuffed with the skeletal remains of her past,with rusty swords and rusty crowns. It's so fucking wet down here! She kept walking, not thinking about the dark maze, but the dark of his hair, the way his eyes looked down on her while he fucked her. She remembered the first time she had taken that cock, that cold night, their father had hit him for being cruel to the animals, and she had waited in his room. "Don't listen to him, my Dorian. There is nothing wrong about you. I love you as you are. Whenever father is mean to you, come here, and you will find that your sister is very, very nice. Our father's hand is hard, but my cunt is very soft. Don't be shy, brother, lift you hands and touch my breast." No one had dared to oppose them after that night, united they were unbeatable and they will be queen and king of all the humans, tyrants of this land, and no sultry red witch would stand on her way.

Then, she reached a room that was suddenly big a suddenly bright. A square room, too dry for that underground lair. A great tomb stood in the middle, and over it was the statue of a saint warrior. A tall woman, clad in stone armor, with the angelic wings of a seraphim, a sword of pure light in her right hand, she had a serene and stoic look on her sculpted face that grew grim and magnificent against the intense light of her weapon. At her feet it was written:

"By the light you shall be judged, by the light you shall be punished. Here lies the remains of Saint Katherine, holiest of the..." Oh my god, who the fuck cares. Give me the fucking thing.

Princess Isolde ran to her objective and climbed the armored legs of the saint, she tried to grab the sword then, but it was too hot and it burned her skin. "Fuck" she screamed, and her voice traveled through the unending crypts, like a new and unwelcomed ghost.

Then, the statue lowered her gaze and spoke to her.