Tw: death, blood, basically, it's really disturbing

Virgil looked at the huge double doors with unease. They were black, taller than he was, and seemed to emanate bad emotions and danger.

He gulped, and if he was being honest with himself, he was scared.

Whatever was behind those doors couldn't be good, and he was beginning to think this wasn't a good idea.

"Ro, I think we should go back..."

Roman smiled at him, brave and confident as ever.

"We came this far, we should finish this and go home!"

Virgil tried for a weak smile. They'd journeyed for days through an enchanted forest of nightmares, battled through the rest of the dungeon, and nearly died a few times, but something about these doors seemed... off. He wasn't sure what it was, but he really didn't want to go in.

"U-uh, ok..."

Roman smiled at him, that same smile that reminded Virgil why he'd fallen in love with this man.

"It'll be ok, Virge! I'll protect you, forever and always!"

Virgil blushed, and Roman bent down to kiss his cheek.

"T-thanks."

He wasn't as scared anymore. Roman had saved him many times before, and Virgil knew that Roman never took his words lightly. He meant what he said, and he said what he meant. If Roman really thought there was a problem, he wouldn't be here, doing this, and Virgil just needed to trust him. He was the love of Virgil's life, after all.

He sighed, giving in to Roman's adventurous spirit as he always did. Roman grinned, and they got ready.

Roman gripped his sword, Virgil raised his staff, and with a nod, they pushed the door open.

The room ahead was large and dark, the only light coming from sconces mounted to the walls, flickering with flame. It was a throne room, from what Virgil could tell.

The floor might once have been a beautiful mosaic, but all that it was now was cracked marble, missing pieces and dulled by dirt and age.

There weren't any dead bodies, but Virgil supposed that if anyone had died here, they would've been disposed of properly, using an acid spell or melting spell, or flame spell...

There was a large throne at the end of the room, seemingly made out of smooth black glass, reflecting the dancing movement of the flames in a rather hypnotizing way.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their flames long extinguished, and cobwebs covered every nook and cranny of the rather large room.

Roman and Virgil looked around cautiously, expecting to be attacked immediately. Nothing popped up however, so they moved into the room.

They were here because of a few things, from Roman's quest to Virgil's inability to say no to him.

Roman's quest was to find the dungeon and scourge the evil, protecting his kingdom in the process. He was a knight, and this quest was a rather large one, but a rite of passage.

Virgil was a warlock, and though he didn't have to be here, there was no way he was letting

Roman go alone, and they both knew it.

Roman was about to step on the broken mosaic, but Virgil stopped him.

He cast a spell, purple light shooting out from his staff. It shown on the mosaic, but it couldn't find what Virgil was looking for: traps.

He supposed it was a good thing, but it only made him more wary of the room and whatever lurked inside it. This was supposed to be the biggest part of the quest, and surely there would be some kind of boss-fight or huge array of death traps.

He continued to scan the room, but nothing popped up.

When they reached the throne, Virgil scanned it thoroughly, but found absolutely nothing.

He wasn't sure entirely what was setting off his senses, but something about the room still seemed off.

He looked around once more, and spoke to Roman in a low voice.

"Something about this room isn't right. I don't see anything here, so we should leave."

He was about to turn to the door, when a feminine voice hissed out

"How rude, I'm certainly here! Hasn't anyone told you that it's mean to leave before the main event?"

The voice was low, quiet, and somehow evil. Her voice was layered with a syrupy sweetness, full of fake emotion and manipulation.

Roman and Virgil quickly whirled, getting into their back-to-back position while they looked around frantically.

Still, nothing jumped out, and there appeared to be no threat.

The voice spoke again, seeming to come from everywhere at once.

"Little playthings, have you come to be my next toys? You'd best be ready, I don't go easy, and you'll have no beginner's luck."

Virgil scanned the whole room, but still couldn't see who was talking.

He tapped Roman's wrist, and they walked slowly towards the door.

Before they had moved more than two feet, the doors slammed shut and the voice laughed.

It wasn't the cackle of a mad scientist or the drawl of a vampire, but instead a sweet sound, one that seemed to worm it's way into your ears. It was dangerous, sickly sweet and cloying.

Virgil shuddered at that sound, frightened to his bones.

The firelight that reflected upon the throne seemed to coalesce in the seat, drawing all of the light from the surrounding area, and forming the shape of a woman.

She solidified, skin a shade of pale even Virgil wasn't at. Her hair was white with streaks of black, and she was overall gorgeous. Her figure was voluptuous, and she reclined upon the throne like it was the most comfortable thing in the world. She wore a simple, revealing dress, the color of blood, and her eyes were dark. She smiled, but it held malice and hatred, along with that same sweetness, one that was too sweet and disgusting. She wasn't real, well, her body and she was, but all of her emotions and beauty were just an image, one Virgil could see through. She was a monster, heartless and cruel. Her teeth were sharp and stained with blood. Virgil didn't know how he knew that, seeing as her lips were firmly closed, but he knew it all the same. Her beauty was merely a facade, designed to lure in prey so she could feed upon their souls. Her smile, her tone, every inch of her was fake, and Virgil knew she would not hesitate to kill.

They kept their guard up, facing her.

She smiled even wider, portraying fake delight.

"I didn't know I would get visitors today! I would've put on makeup!"

She blinked her long, fake eyelashes. Her face was obviously perfect, and she needed no makeup. That statement must have been some kind of trap.

When neither of them had any reaction to her statement, she pouted.

"Come on boys, I want to know more about you! What're your names?"

Neither of them so much as twitched, and she sighed in an overly dramatic fashion.

She smiled, fluttered her eyelashes, and blushed. With more conviction, she repeated her earlier statement and when there was no response, she sneered.

It wasn't pretty, but cold, hard, and pure evil.

"Are you going to be like that? Well, fine! I didn't like you anyways!"

They continued their silence, simply watching her with extreme caution.

"Don't tell me you two are... oh hell, you two are gay! No wonder you didn't react to my charm! Well, you're no fun, I guess we'll have to play a different game!" She spoke clearly, lacking the sultry tone that had occupied her voice before. Her voice was hard, cold, and mean, holding no sign of her earlier emotion. She had dropped all pretenses.

She waved her hand upwards, cancerous pink sparks exploding from her fingers.

Virgil waved his staff, creating a purple shield around him and Roman.

She sneered once more, directing her fingers towards Virgil.

The sparks flew forward, burning on his shield.

None of them made it through, but they did leave damage on his shield. He was strong, but she seemed to be a huge boss, and his magic stood no chance.

She smiled at him, still very fierce.

"So I see you're a mage, how adorable."

Virgil kept his poker face up, but replied with "I see you're also a mage, unless your ugliness is impairing my vision as much as I think it is."

She gasped, and her face got bloodthirsty.

"I'm an enchantress, you fool! I will rip your tongue out and hang it on my walls for that!"

She shoved both hands forward, and the ground exploded in a wave of marble and stone, rushing towards them.

Virgil hardened the ground they stood on and with his arms pushing at the sky, raised their circle of protection into a column that the wave of stone dispersed upon.

Magic was not without its cost, however. He was tired, and he knew he couldn't survive here much longer.

She shrieked, and with a motion of her arms that made it look like she was high-fiving the air, she created a swirling tornado of pink fog that sped towards the raised pillar.

Virgil had to think quickly. His shield might not hold up against the fog if it was more air-based than magic-based, but he had to allow air in so they could breathe!

He shot purple sparks at the fog, but they seemed to only be absorbed.

He would hold his breath, but he didn't know how long the enchantress's spell would last.

With a sweeping motion of his arm, he summoned small, ghost-like birds that dove in and out of the fog, eating it.

They were called Mist Eaters, one of the first spells he'd learned, and one he rarely used.

The enchantress cast another spell, and the pillar Virgil and Roman were standing on split in two. Virgil tried to stop it, but she was too powerful. He ended up on one side of the room, while Roman was on the other. He ran to protect him, but she used an abrupt motion, cating pink pollen that filled the air. Virgil held his breath, but the spell was not cast on him.

Roman fell over, coughing.

Just like that, Virgil's world narrowed.

He was sure the enchantress had just killed Roman, and all he could do was watch.

He tried to run to Roman, but the enchantress created a wall, one made of glass so he could continue to see. He wasn't sure which would be more cruel, leaving him guessing, or watching the only person he ever loved die.

After a minute, the coughing stopped and Roman lay there quietly.

Virgil screamed, but even he couldn't change the past.

He thought it was all over, until Roman stood up.

He got to his feet, and began to walk towards the glass wall.

Virgil looked at the enchantress, expecting some form of shock on her face, but all he found was a twisted, triumphant smile.

He wanted to cry as he saw Roman fight the spell, but he knew Roman was strong, and he hadn't let the spell kill him.

Roman reached the glass wall, meeting Virgil's eyes for the first time.

His eyes were pure black.

He smiled, one as twisted as the enchantress's, and reached for the wall.

He touched it, and it shattered into millions of pieces.

Virgil backed away, but this... creature kept advancing towards him. It was clear that this wasn't Roman, that whatever the spell had done to him, wasn't to kill him but to turn him.

Virgil ran, away from the person he'd do anything for.

He knew that this... being that wasn't Roman was going to kill him.

All the same, he wouldn't cast against Roman.

The thing possessing him might not be Roman, but he wouldn't hurt the body. If he killed Roman, he'd never forgive himself.

The thing kept getting closer, taking shuffling steps with awkward, jerky movements.

It cornered him against the wall, and it reached for Roman's sword.

Virgil watched it, but he couldn't think of a single way to stop it. He cast frantically at the enchantress, but she evaded all of his attacks, and just watched with glee as the monster turned on the person he once loved.

As the monster attacked, cutting deeply into Virgil and drawing his blood, all Virgil could think was "I never told Roman how much I loved him."

As the world went black and his pain faded, the twisted monster stood there, watching as it's former love died.

In a rush, the spell ended.

Roman shook his head, trying to remember what happened. He looked at Virgil, and then... blank. Suddenly, his mind wasn't his own. His memories were twisted, and while he reviewed them, he realized what he'd done.

He opened his eyes, and took in the gruesome scene before him.

Virgil lay in a pool of blood, multiple wounds continuing to spill the crimson liquid.

Roman felt his heart break, and he rushed forward.

Tears blurred his vision, and he felt frantically for a heartbeat, not caring about the blood on his hands.

There was none.

Roman screamed, in agony as his vocal cords tore and he could feel blood.

None of it mattered if Virgil wasn't there.

Roman stared at the broken body of his love, watched as the last traces of life left him.

He cried, he sobbed, he begged, but he wouldn't ever be able to bring back the one he loved.

He held the body close, whispering all the things he never got to say, all of the things that had been in his head for years. He wanted so, so badly to reverse it all, turn back the clock, and finally Virgil that he loved him.

But it dawned on Roman that this was his fault. He killed Virgil.

He killed Virgil.

He killed Virgil.

He killed Virgil.

He was unaware of the rest of the world, and he just held Virgil close until the last bits of warmth left his body and his blood had begun to dry.

At that point, the enchantress spoke.

"Well, wasn't that adorable?"

Roman faced the enchantress, drained from all of the emotion he had just felt.

She laughed, that same wicked sound.

She seemed to enjoy it, the pain Roman was in.

Roman slowly rose, kissing Virgil's forehead.

He wasn't sad anymore.

He was enraged.

This bitch just killed Virgil, and she would pay.

He walked over to her slowly, as she continued laughing.

When he was within a few feet, she cast a spell.

Roman could feel his life begin to slip away, but it didn't matter.

Nothing mattered except for the enchantress.

She was going down.

He wrapped his hands around her neck and lifted.

She began to choke, casting spells that should've made Roman drop her.

He didn't even register the pain.

She opened her mouth in a silent scream, and his world went black as he died.

She sat up, rubbing her throat.

Stupid humans.

Now she had to clean her throne room all over again!