Spirit Love

Amethyst rolled forward as the spirit beings with her protected here rear. She had never fought something so fiercely.

She still spoke with Jolan but she could also sense that the distance between then was constantly increasing. She knew instinctively that this was something she had to do on her own.

"It will not follow me Amethyst. " Jolan seemed to scream into her soul. "I will go in the direction that I sense you moving towards. We will meet there."

"Maybe you should stay back Jolan. Maybe this is something only I can complete."

"Maybe that's true but me going to your destination changes nothing does it? Besides, I don't want to be lost for a thousand years by myself. Owe! How did you do that?!"

Jolan felt another punch to his arm. Amethyst smiled. "The island is keeping us separated but I still have a soul connection with you." She sulked for a brief moment. "I wish I could enter your soul too but I already chose mom for that."

She felt a searing pain and her connection to Jolan was severed. She innately understood that she showed someone the connection between them with the bit of force she sent through. She was not alarmed though because she knew that the connection would repair after a short period. She spoke to her mother and asked her to tell Jolan she was okay and to move forward with his last plan.

Just as this was done an invisible wall of power flashed before her. She was a divine spirit now and she easily phased through it without thought but the spirit beings behind her could not.

When she became separated Eveline instantly rose beside her. Eveline looked down at her, her blue lips pursed, mockingly.

"Let's go divine spirit. It seems your prince charming is waiting."

Eveline first looked ahead of them into the distance and then back to the spirit beings on the other side of the invisible wall. "Go back to Jolan and protect him." They disappeared almost immediately. . And she and Amethyst moved ahead together."

Eveline had been her mother's guard since before Amethyst was born. All of her guards had deep connections with Anabel. They often knew what Anabel knew.

Amethyst ran closely to Eveline. "Has mother told you what is here?"

Eveline scoffed. "She doesn't need to. If you paid attention you would know too."

A deep meadow in a neighboring dimension.

Anabel and Marg appeared next to a large weeping willow with vibrant dark pink leaves and lilac moss hanging from its branches. The bark was a soft grey and a trunk as broad as a cottage.

This was Marg's tree. Her eyes went wide as she looked upon it and saw how vital it was and how much bigger it looked. She looked around and all she could sense was her home.

She placed her paw on the tree and looked at Anabel.

"I won't lie to you. This is a future self of your tree. I am schooled in fate magic and alchemy and I easily found your tree in a future where it survived by using its stump. Stay here and when you are sure it is not a trick call me or come to me."

Marg narrowed her eyes. "What price did you pay?"

"I am a long lived being, a few dozen years of life are not much of a cost." Anabel shrugged as he answered.

Marg nodded while looking at her home. "If this is real I will come to you." She quickly looked at Anabel, her eyes becoming a clear translucent black. If it is a trick or a trap I can rip a powerful soul like yours even if I have to die in the end."

Anabel smiled. "Trust me when I say my soul is strong enough to trick you in other ways but your connection to this tree will confirm that I am not lying. I can not fool such a bond for very long. Take as much time as need to be sure." Anabel shrugged. "I have become patient in my old age."

As she finished speaking she disappeared.

Marg smiled. She knew this was her tree. A sorrow brill and their home develop a soul connection that grants the home a type of sentience and her home had been crying into her soul since se arrived. It seems its Marg had died recently and sensing her and the life inside of her it became emotional.

Marg knew that she could go to Anabel if she needed to because sorrow brill were spirit beings that created intricate soul connections. These connections could manifest abilities within the sorrow brill and they person they were connected with. They could also allow them to find each other no matter the distance or location.

Returning to Anabel in a different dimension was no problem and when Marg realized Anabel was telling the truth she almost immediately made an intricate connection.

Many had come to take Marg, the last destroyed her home because she said no. Anabel only found her because of how sorrow brill grieved. She knew she belonged with Anabel when she was found in that way but her brief made her too bitter to submit.

She was further drawn to Anabel when she decided to replace her home to entice her. Only the one she belonged to would think in this way.

Marg smiled and phase into her home. Just like Anabel promised, it was better than it had been before. A broad smile spread across her lips as tears streamed down her face.

Below Blasien's basement

Anabel walked towards a large archway of made up of thousands of various bones. They were humanoid, canine, feline, equine, and many more, some being from species Anabel did not know.

She did know that all of these were the bones of Allistar's ghouls, ghosts, souls, and spirits. He always kept their bones to maintain greater control.

She looked at the archway feeling peculiar. She had to be honest with herself. She knew that she controlled spirits, souls, apparitions and more, Through alchemy she even created things that could be defined as abomination that she controlled without a tremor in her heart.

But all of these things became family to her. She had some destroyed and she cried for each and every one of them. But she knew, for Allistar they were just tools. He had always been obsessed with her ability to control beings and this lead the once warlock to study necromancy.

She inhaled and exhaled deeply as she pushed all these thoughts from her mind.

She pressed her hand to the black space beneath the bone archway and used her traveler abilities to force her way into his cavern of solitude.

Her eyes scanned the cavern and she saw the blue sparks of spell work funneling upwards in an area in a far left corner. She used teleportation to blink to the area. She stood watching him cast. She knew that he was aware of her presence and se enjoyed watching him work.

He stood in the center of the funnel only wearing a loincloth, his body glistening with sweat tinged red rolling down his body.

She knew this was how he worked. She knew that the spells he created caused him to sweat essence as he worked. The vibrant red sweat rolled off of him in long rivulets. Pooled around his feet and began running down channels that fed the rock benches around him.

Skeleton were laid out on these benches and as more and more of this swear flowed to them they began forming skin tinged red.

The spell work swirled around each body and began kitting the joints together, fixing imperfections in the bones, entering the bones and forming knots of magic within each, and flowing over the flesh seemingly quickening the process.

Anabel watched the skeletons become undead for a long moment. Then her eyes went back to Allistar's form. She stood wondering how he became so muscular. When she fell in love with him he was a tall lanky young man without any muscle or definition. She laughed at the thought of him exercising or lifting weights.

The first undead twitched and then sat up to only lie back down. Slowly they all twitched one by one and the funnel of magic rose up to hover like a vast umbrella and spread out to flow into all the undead.

As one they rose from their benches and moved to stand before them. Their eye sockets lit with light red flames as they all turned to look at Allistar.

He sat, clearly exhausted. "I am working to do spell work like you."

Anabel smiled as his words fluttered against her mind.

"You could've done this work without working up a sweat or getting tired."

Anabel moved down and stood behind him. Her hands softly gliding over his body, sending out ripples of magic to rejuvenate and sooth his muscles.

"Spell work is not about your physique and you know that. It does take a toll and cause exhaustion but that is due to how you hold and guide the spell. You need to learn better control when you cast.

As his condition improved, he stood, and turned to her. He looked at her the flames in his eye sockets burning a bit slower. His hands slowly moved around her waist leading his muscular arms to embrace her. He pulled her to him and they both disappeared to reappear in a niche in the far right back corner of the cavern.

He laid her on the bed and before she could fully register the softness of the mattress he was on top of her. His cold body pressing her into the mattress as his warm lips crushed hers with a hunger for passion.

Her mind buzzed as she allowed herself the indulgence of falling into him. Before she lost herself completely she heard him whispering in her ear.

"I am happy to finally have you with me again... Please Bella… Never leave me again."