Through the bounds of the wall made by the royals, their daughter faced what her fate had written.
Moha wiped the blood rising over the wounds of the rotting body of Maria—a warm smell of flesh with the smell of a man. The buckets were sweating blood while the cotton cloth was wet.
She wiped her arms while Maria's eyes were closed, saying, "Lordess, are you there... the Prfiyans are coming."
As Maria muttered, closing her vision, "Prfiyans? I don't want anyone to reach my chamber. Close the gate... lady."
Moha wiped her hand as she moved her skin over the rot. She felt muscle around the numb skin, while the hair around the brown flesh.
She asked, "But the King wouldn't like it."
As Moha whispered that, a wind howled with a foul smell of rot, speaking in the voice of a man from the mouth of a woman into the body of Maria, saying, "Then let it be... he will treat me as his father."
It laughed through menacing chuckles while the guard outside in the white Apeiron stood with folded hands, looking at the dark marble, whispering, "Lord has seen enough."
Maria chuckled continuously. Silence flowed through the chamber like a fire glowing within the silence and blood she sweat as the voice continued, "Aris will meet me again, and Kronos will meet my bed."
He returned to his chuckle.
Moha took her step back, silent, shocked, her eyes not believing the world she had seen.
The belly of Maria started to swell, growing until hands of blood veins turned into small palms that came over the skin, cutting through her body. Her eyes turned pitch black, while a blood-red point came on the pupil, glaring like the devil.
The floor got wet over the marble as she pissed herself, the cotton cloth falling into the liquid.
Moha asked for permission frantically, her voice trembling as the bedsheet was removed by Maria.
Her belly was wide open, intestines binding around each other, vein-hands hugging around the womb as she stood on her rotting hands.
It said, "You may, pretty lady. We are going to make love from the King," as Moha ran through the room towards the darkness.
Calibere looked at her as she ran through the hallway without noticing him, leaving his darkness for light, taking a glance over the room as Maria's body stood in front of him, naked, bleeding, yet alive.
Calibere asked, "You know who am I?"
As the male voice from Maria's body said, "A servant who serves my family."
A silence grew as Calibere moved his hand over his sword, gripping it tight, saying, "What do you know about the family... infant?"
As the voice chuckled, clapping her hands, taking her steps back, saying, "Infant... I see. Let Kronos come, then I will show that to my brother."
As Calibere drew his sword, Maria swiftly moved her body, holding both ends of the metal gates, pulling them towards her.
The blood splashed as she shattered the door, breaking the sword while Calibere stood behind the closed one.
The flakes of the metal clashed around the alive, fresh skin of Calibere, piercing a slash around it.
Shocked, he said, "Unpredictable... I was swift enough to behead it, yet how is it possible?"