The Conquered Queen
By Ziccarra_Liafador 11 Comments
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After the brutal battle with the Desert Demon and Zoe, the Throneless Matriarch was left for dead at the base of the divine throne that'd been uncovered in the wreckage of the Temple Mount, and it didn't stop there.
She was unconscious when they took her but was awakened as they nearly drowned her by stuffing her body full of water, followed by stomping on her stomach and vicious kicks to the face. She couldn't translate the languages, nor could she read their minds; this told her she was in a location that hindered her powers.
They repeated this until the fifth hour when a man joined them in a suit every hour on the hour. Due to the severe damage to her eyes, she couldn't make out his features; she could only see the dim light of his match on the cigar he was lighting.
Up until now, she'd taken all punishment without so much as gasping, but that was about to change. She heard the spark from the jumper cables antagonizing each other and immediately began to squirm--fight back. It was futile, and she was bound by both her hands and her feet; the energy spent fighting Quintus made breaking her legs easy.
"Tell me something. How long did you think you would go... before I found you?" The man asked, his words parted by the puffing of his cigar. Resisting was useless, but she did it. Ziccarra squirmed, trying to free herself from the constricts, even releasing moans of desperation as she tried to free herself from their torture device.
"Catalina Liafador is 5'11. Did you think no one would notice that you lost two inches?" The man called out again. This time, a subtle nod of the head prompts his goons to rip off the former goddess's clothes. Once more, they checked the cables; they were halted only by a final plea of the former Spanish President.
"No...WAIT!" The silhouette of his head tilts back in anticipation. "I-I did not destroy the temple," She admitted, but he knew this. "Ha! You think this is about the temple, no. This is about the Oath you took and then disregarded...you were supposed to be the blueprint..."
The... Architect...
Her revelation was short-lived as the two cables were clipped to her nipples and 600 volts went surging through the body of the Throneless Matriarch. Her mouth opened, but there was no strength to scream, her eyes remained open, but she did not see; all she could hear was the sound of her body literally crackling as 600 volts race from top to bottom.
She'd hunted him for years, taking down his operations; she didn't know it then and probably didn't know it now. He created the Order of Malta, a group she once belong to. The cables came off, but Ziccarra did not move. The smell of burned flesh filled the air.
"I know you can't hear me, but I'm going to talk anyways. You and I have met plenty of times. I exist somewhere in your genealogy already...the question is who" He said, standing over her body, flicking ashes upon her. While he did so, the cronies came out with a needless syringe; he nodded his head for them to continue. "You're going to carry my seed. And my dear, if anything happens to my baby..." His words went in and out, and she could only make out the very last part. "Do you know what a Horcrux is?"
By now, the news of the Temple's falling would've spread throughout the world, and obviously, Catalina Liafador was being blamed for it. But he had other thoughts in mind.
The Two cronies took the Conquered Queen's comatose body to the middle of the desert and bound her to a stake that read 'Here lies the Queen of the Liafadors' He knew she would be found, there were already several world organizations looking for her after the temple mount fiasco.
They'd be surprised to find out that upon looking for Catalina, they'd stumbled upon Ziccarra.
