SCHOOL OF MAGIC AND ENLIGHTENMENT THE LOST NEPHILIM

CHAPTER NINE

Warning: This chapter contains scenes and dialogues that may cause triggers. Kindly move unto next chapter of you are a sensitive reader

CECIL'S POV

I stand beneath a black ugly looking tree with its branches twisting and turning high above the darkened skies. Upon the branches hang several locks in various colours and sizes. The tree trunk is huge, upon it are various faces in expressions of agony with the eyes shedding tears of blood. The blood flows down the trunk into a river of blood which some of the huge tree roots are dipped into. All around me I hear wails of agony and desperate pleas for mercy. Why am I here again? I have paid my due debts.

'Welcome child we have been expecting you.' says a wretched croaky voice I recognize well. I turn around to find seven women sitting upon cut tree trunks around a black boiling cauldron, creating a half moon, all dressed in black cloaks which hides their identities.

'Why have you summoned me here again? I respond angrily trying to sound brave.

'Come now child, Is that how you talk to your benefactor's, who have given you all that you have asked for? We simply wanted to give our congratulations to you. The prince has rejected his mate. That means there is only you now, the only and true chosen princess of the dragons' replied the witch I recognise to be called Lydia.

'Is this some kind of trick?' I ask

'TRICK!' says the biggest sized witch sitting on the largest trunk to accommodate her bulky frame. She shakes beneath her cloak hissing at me while the wails grow louder around us and the others begin to snicker. The witch in the center trunk stamps her staff twice on the ground and the remaining six bow down low while everything goes silent. She raises her hand indicating that I can continue.

'You told me that Warren would desire only me, you said he will do only what I say. You said he would love me'

'No, no, no Cecil' says Lydia sitting closest to the center from the right. 'Love was never part of our bargain, it wasn't what you and you parents asked for? You asked for the princes attention and his control.Is that not you have been given?'

'Are you not recognized as the chosen mate of the crown-prince? Have you not enjoyed the luxuries and powers that come with your title? You should be thankful Cecil for all we have done.' says the witch sitted on the outer right with a huge hunch on her back.

'What do you want from me?' I ask

'What was promised to us. You were chosen by the dragon prince as assured by us, and now we demand payment.' Lydia states..

'This isn't fair. I have paid the sacrifice asked of me, I gave you the life of my mate. Haven't I done enough?' I ask sounding desperate and they all burst into fits of laughter.

'Silly child, the life of your mate wasn't the required payment, it was the critical ingredient required for the spell to work, and the spell did work; did it not? Despite the earlier complication we had, he has rejected his true mate for you. Killing her was the best option but; still it all worked out as we planned. You used the hate doll to as we instructed and everything worked out perfectly for you.'

'No it didn't! His dragon hates me, publicly humiliates me. People are beginning to suspect that something is wrong. How will I wear his mark, how will I be queen?' I ask

'The same way you got him to bed obviously, or do you need help on that department as well?' says the hunch back in a mocking tone.

'Do not tease the poor girl sister' Lydia says and turns to me

'We are not your enemies Cecil, we only ask to be paid for the service we rendered to you as agreed by you to do anything. You swore that oath in excitement on the very spot you stand now, when the prince came to you and took you passionately. You swore upon the blood you spilled that night, you swore to us, to pay us anything we ask' Lydia states.

'But... you...promised that...I..I...would be... queen.

'Did we?' Lydia asked looking around her.

'You didn't ask to be queen, you asked to be the chosen of the prince and that we have given you.'

'YOU PLAY WITH WORDS!' I scream

'AND YOU PLAY WITH A FATE WORSE THAN DEATH!' Lydia screams back at me standing up, the other witches bow down cowering, except the one sitting in the center. Lightening strikes all around us as the wind begins to build, blowing everything around us. I look to the ground littered with different sun bleached bones as tears spill from my eyes upon the realization that I am trapped with no where to turn. The wind subsides and I feel a smooth palm on my cheek.

'Come now child, do not be dramatic. We have not even made our request and you treat us like villians. We are your allies Cecil, do not doubt out intentions towards you. You have shown a decisiveness rarely seen which would prove useful to us. We merely wish to show to you, your true potential and in return as long as you do what exactly what we say, we will bless you with power beyond your imaginations.' Lydia tells me

'Will you make me queen of the dragons?' I ask shivering

'Give us what we want and we will place the heart of the prince in your hands. You will be the most respected of queens. With our backing, all shifters will be placed beneath your feet. History will remember your name in glory. You have seen what we can do, so you know we will not fail. Give us what we want Cecil and we will make all you dreams come true.' she replies to me as she walks around me stopping behind me with her hand extended, showing me a scene of myself dressed in Royal robes and expensive jewelry sitting upon the golden throne of the dragons with Warren by my side. All the shifters are bowing down together to us and that stupid lycan Lucas is stripped and bound in chains.

'Yes, yes. Take what you want' I say noding my head

'Good girl' Cecil says folding her hand, making the scene disappear and all the witches begin to cheer with the hunch back jumpimg up and down her upon her trunk in excitement.

Lydia walks away from me towards the tree and begins to chant with the wind once again building up

'COME TO ME, YOUR MISTRESS COMMANDS YOU!' she screams with a loud voice with her hands raises up. The faces on the tree all look at her and begin to contort out of the tree. They moan and groan with blood streaming from various wounds on their bodies. I recognize one of them Akan, my mate. He looks at me lifelessly, his tall naked body dripping blood from the chest wound I myself inflicted on him, causing his death.

'Welcome my pets' she says and they all bow to her.

'I present to you your feast' she says pointing to me and I step back in fear for my life.

'She has come to submit herself to you in exchange for your support. Accept her my pets and bring to me the proof of your acceptance.'

They all run to me like dogs and tear my clothes off me, laying me on the ground. I scream trying to fight them off, calling to my dragon Moss but I cannot feel her.

'Do not fight it child, it will hurt less. You may even enjoy it.' I hear Lydia say as my hands and legs are spread wide. Akan lays beside me looking at me with blood spilling from his lifeless eyes and I look at him begging him to stop. He sniffs my hair like a dog and moves down my body continuing to sniff until I hear him sniff deeply upon reaching my core. He uses his tongue to open my lips and begins to feed on my core like a hungry man until I come undone. He crawls away and another takes his place and it continues until all of them are done with me and I am left on the floor I panting and trying to catch my breath. Akan returns and enters into me roughly, taking me continuously until I am reduced to nothing more than a rag doll. When he is finally done he removes himself and I feel another take his place again, with the cycle continuing till they are finished, leaving me barely conscious with cuts and wounds all over my body drenched in sweat and blood. I feel a hand on my chest, slowly move down my abdomen until it stops at the entrance of my core. I scream as a shearing pain spreads through my entire body while the hand plunges forcefully into me moving upwards until an entire arm is deeply inserted within me through my core.

'Breathe child, it is almost over' Lydia whispers.

I take short gasps of breath in pain as the hand moves within meaa. I feel a slight suction within me as the hand slowly moves out of me. Akan stands and I see he is holding a pink looking sack in his bloody hand. He walks over to Lydia and hands it to her bowing.

'Well done, my pet you have done well.' she says taking it from him.

'What is that?' I ask, tired and bleeding

'Your womb' she responds casually and tosses it in the caldron causing a loud explosion. The takes her stick and turns the contents and I hear the cry of babies fill the air. The witches come down from their trunks except the one seated in the center and begin to dance in a frenzy tasting from the contents of the cauldron.

Lydia looks at me and says 'Congratulations Cecil, your offering is accepted. We accept your sacrifice as payment. You belong to us now' and the witches begin to laugh again.

'No, no' I whisper to myself falling to the ground. I slowly lose consciousness and my eyes close as my mind drifts into darkness.

I wake up abruptly in my room within the school premises drenched in sweat. I look around me panting heavily, expecting to see the witches and Akan but I am alone. l hear loud insistent banging on my door and try to get up but feel intense abdominal pain.

The door bursts open and my father storms in angrily followed my mother who shuts the door behind him.

'STAND UP, YOU USELESS WASTE OF DRAGON SKIN!.'my father screams at me.

I try to stand again despite the pain but only manage to stand for few seconds before I stumble and fall. I am caught my mother and we both fall to the ground.

'GREAT, JUST GREAT!' my father screams again.

'Calm down Raqid and shut the door' my mother says.

'HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO CALM DOWN? DONT YOU....don't you know how much we have sacrificed to get this far, only to lose it because of your i***t daughter' my father whispers forcefully trying to control his temper.

'We can still fix this Raqid, help me get her into bed, she is burning' my mother says holding my trembling body.

'Leave her there, she deserves to be on the floor like the disappointment she is.'

'Raqid'

'Listen to me, both of you. I have killed, f****d, being f****d in the arse and all other else just to ensure that I give you all the best in life. All I asked is that you do a simple job to place us on the highest pedestal in dragon hierarchy, and what do you do? You ruin it for me. No one will want to associate with us after this.Everything I have worked for my entire life down the drain because of you. I should strangle you withy bare hands.'

My mother gets up and I hear a slap.

'Walls have ears your i***t, restrain yourself or leave. I will deal with this myself. Now....pick... her...up'

I hear heavy boots and feel my father carry me from the floor and dumping me like a sack on my bed.

I squirm in pain as I land, trying to hold back my tears. My mother comes to me and places me correctly placing pillows behind my back helping me to sit. I look at my father and see that he looks beaten up with a black eye and several bumps and bruises on his face. I look back at my mother who as always wears an unreadable expression.

We stare at each other for a few minutes before she slaps me on my face twice.

'That is for failing me and our family' she says and then she hugs me 'but do not worry my love mummy will fix this. Mummy always fixes everything for you, because she loves you'

'What...have...I...done wrong mother?' I say with difficulty.

'What have you done you little i***t? You attacked the crown prince publicly. You committed a crime against the crown. Do you know what the king said right after punching my fuckineg eye and kicking my f*****g arse, using me as his stress ball. Do you?' my father says angrily

'The king has called the wedding if off, your engagement to the prince has been is cancelled.' my mother says to me.

Everything stops and I begin to hyperventilate trying to process my mother's words in my head. I scream loudly as my mother trying to cuddle me. I push her away screaming and begin I pulling my hair my hair out in my hands as I continue to scream with tears streaming down my face

'Help me Raqid, hold her down!' I hear my mother say and I feel a weight on me holding my hands. I continue to wriggle beneath the weight, screaming with my eyes shut as I watch all that I have lost flash before my eyes.