Chapter 70 - Qetsiyah

When the elder elves had told me, that some ancestor of mine sat on the throne. And had somehow balanced between life and death, in a perfect limbo. I didn't know what to think, Honestly.

My blood is the blood of a king, to a throne long forgotten, but it is still recognized by the world laws. So, let me catch you up.

A couple months ago, I had revitalized the elvish population, turning them back to their peak states. However, it was only a small number of them. Luckily, amongst the small group of elves and Yumboe, their elders were among them.

The elder elves informed me about some bloodline ability that royalty of high species has. When the main family of that species dies off, the next branch of the family with the highest blood concentration receives some kind of promotion from the world, purifying their bloodline.

Elves become high elves, humans become high humans, so on and so forth. So, imagine my surprise when they tell me that my bloodline is in transition. But, that's not the weird part. The weird part comes when they tell me, that my bloodline, is the same bloodline they recognized before world fall (Times unknown before the world 'reset'), that sat on the throne.

The only possible explanation is that some ancestor monarch refuses to die and hand over the throne. And the difference in the bloodline is natural generational degeneration. It could easily be solved if the person just died.

So, in order to solve this little problem, I used the consecration spell in front of Shangri-La to summon the entire Bennett line, dead and alive. It's something I learned back in my old world. When practicing Voodoo, one must draw a Veve to summon a Loa. However, the summoning of your ancestors is just a matter of calling out to them. Voodist believes since the blood of my ancestors runs in my veins, my very existence is enough to call them forth.

So that is exactly what I did...

Lucien Stood at the entrance of Shangri-La surrounded by thousands of kneeling Bennetts. and in front of him...Was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her perfect caramel skin and delicate lips, her profound brown eyes and lush wavy hair, the way it laid along her shoulders and her dress clung to her petite body as it blew in the wind. She was a sensual beauty like no other.

Lucien took in her beauty in all its grandeur, he began to get excited his Veela pheromones rushed out, like water from a broken dam.

The woman smiled and tilted her head to the side, she didn't seem to mind Lucien's outburst. Trying to reel himself in, he took a deep breath and exhaled.

"Who are you?"

"You summoned all of my descendants and I, and you don't even know my name?"

"I summoned you all, to find out who held the throne, and to aid me in this ritual"

"To seal this land is a simple matter for all of us, it's stolen land and doesn't fall under the same rules as all the other valley paradises."

The woman turned around and generations of Bennetts began to chant, after a few moments, the woman turned her attention back to Lucien.

"It is down. Only a Bennett could step foot on that land. And if you really want to know, I hold the throne. Empress Qetsiyah, Daughter of Andriana from the noble house Ekati!"

The earth shook when Qetsiyah announced her lineage.

Lucien looked around for a moment

"Okay, but, you're dead now. No offense, but it's the truth and I'd like to ascend to the throne."

Qestiyah was slightly taken aback, she took a step closer to Lucien and all the Bennett ancestors were sent back to the other side.

Lucien turned his head, to look at the living Bennetts

"I think she wants to talk privately."

The Bennett ladies started to walk away and talk about what's been going on.

Qetsiyah smiled at Lucien for a moment "You know, I've been watching you. Torture, Murder, steal and deceive. "

"And why would an all-powerful witch queen watch little o me?"

"You know when you first arrived, your soul walked straight through the other side. The plane I created to lock away supernatural for eternity. And you walked through the veil as if it was a fuċkɨnġ truck stop."

Qetsiyah squinted her appraising Lucien

"What can I say? I'm badass, now why were you watching me?'

"Because I enjoy it, Lucien. You have become my main source of entertainment on this side. It's therapeutic for me. You see, when I created immortality, I thought the world was punishing me, I lose the love of my life, betrayed by my best friend, ȧssassinated by my own people. I mean, the end of my life was a hot fuċkɨnġ mess."

Lucien didn't care about her tragic life or broken heart; he only wanted the throne. And it annoyed him that she didn't already give it up. After all she had been watching him this whole time. She must have known what he wanted.

"Look Qetsiyah, I'm truly sorry for your shitty life, you are a beautiful, exceptionally powerful witch if the story I read about you is correct. And you didn't deserve any of that. But, what did I do to deserve your hatred?"

Lucien knew Qetsiyah was damaged, her heart was too big for her own good. But if she could watch Lucien from the moment he arrived in the world. He might be able to reason with her if he could understand her issue.

"I do not hate you! why would you think that? I even saved your life in Africa. When Baron Samedi tried to take your soul to gain entry to this plane, I pulled you back! Me! Not you precious Bennett cousins, or those fuċkɨnġ elves, Me! When you wanted to claim the Bennett inheritance, I made sure MACUSA gave you what you deserved, I even kept your precious little BonBon alive when she was supposed to die in the wȯmb because of your presence in this world, Me!"

The sky rumbled, and lightning stuck

"You have no idea, what it is like to have your heart ripped out and spend thousands of years in dark isolation and know that no one is coming because they choose to be alone than with you."

Lucien understood, what Qetsiyah meant by therapeutic now. She was projecting her emotions on to Lucien, all of them.

"When your soul walked through my lands and gave all the spirits a sense of warmth for the first time since their death. I thought the world had come to deliver my punishment, but, when you merged with one of my descendants, I saw that as a sign. It was my way out of the darkness, but the more I watched you, the more I realized, you were here to make the darkness a little less lonely. How could I hate you, Lucien? I just want you to have what I never could."

Qetsiyah took another step closer, leaving no space between her and Lucien. Place her hands on both sides of Lucien's face she looked into his eyes.

"I want you to understand what is like for me."

Images of Qetsiyah' s life flashed in Lucien's mind, her birth, her mother's love, and stories from her grandmother. the schemes of the royal family, death of her loved ones, loneliness as a teen, her only friend Amara and Lord Silas, Love and infatuation, the need to be loved, the talk about immortality, Qetsiyah road into darkness, killing her mother to create immortality. the feelings of betrayal and heartbreak.

Her revenge, and the creation of the other side, her spiral into madness. and her death by ȧssassination.

Lucien felt everything that Qetsiyah had, the memories then flashed to her time on the other side, cold and alone, left to her own madness for nearly two thousand years. The arrival of Lucien's soul on the other side. Qetsiyah' s interest and feelings, she followed him for days, and the weeks until it became her thing. her obsession. She would watch Lucien as he figured out the world, stole for money, and practiced dark magic, build a family to ease his loneliness. She watched his obsessions grow, and days in Hogwarts, the girls that surrounded him, and the envy. the happiness she felt when Lucien was close to death and the fear when she thought Baron Samedi would take him from her.

When he received the last memory, Qetsiyah vanished. But she still stood in front of him, with her hands on his face, but she could no longer feel him. Lucien could no longer see her.

The last words Lucien heard from Qetsiyah were "I'm always with you"

on the other side...

"Qetsiyah, why don't you just give him the throne, it's of no use to you now."

"Leave me alone, this is none of your business, mother."

"Haha you have never been stable, and if you think this boy will be any different than Silas. Then you truly are beyond saving."

Qetsiyah' s mother vanished after saying her part. Qetsiyah stayed, she watched Lucien walk away, then followed him back home to the Isle of Mull

She had been like this since Lucien entered the world, constantly by his side, watching his every move.

When Lucien arrived back at the castle with his family, Qetsiyah sat next to him in his study, As Lucien introduced himself to the four royals, three elves, and one Yumboe. The ritual to locate them went without a hitch.

The royals informed Lucien about how a stupid boy hunted the youngest beast child of the Universe's strongest Goddess, to acquire its physique. The Goddess was enraged when she discovered this and returned to the planet to vent her anger.

every god in the world was destroyed, knowledge of how to step into godhood, erased. The most advanced civilizations reduced to rubble. And the world reset.

The elvish leaders at the time were enraged and said things that they shouldn't have. The goddess overheard their words, reinforcing her anger twice over, this time directed solely at the elves

"Do you think it is right that my child died at the hands of scum. To take my child's physique as their own.? If my blood can be killed by the lowest of the universe, then what does that make me?"

The Goddess snorted. And the elvish people felt chains wrap around their souls, and they were divided amongst the humans of the world. They had been reduced to slaves, owned by the lowest creatures and their lands destroyed, becoming myths. By this time all the sorcerers and witches had been wiped out as punishment. Not able to control the elves, because of their lack of magic, the elves killed each other's masters to gain freedom, but no matter what they tried they could never escape.

The Royals went on to tell Lucien about the birth of the first Psychic Arcadius, and the rebirth of human witches and sorcerers. How his family, once being royalty was one of the first to regain their lineage.

Listening to the history of the world Lucien was kind of amazed, it turned out that the elf tribes weren't reduced to house elves until the 11th century when a monster ran wild threatening to devour the monsters of the world. With the last remaining magic in them, they cast a spell to protect the world's remaining magical beast from being devoured.

Lucien listened to the Royals talk all night about the history of the world. And the next day Lucien threw a celebration to commemorate their return.

While the elves were partying, Lucien was preparing for the next day's auction.