I was listening to this song the entire time I was writing the chapter. It's so good and I imagine Draco walking in with this song playing in the background. He's very dramatic as you will see later on! XD Enjoy!

The skies themselves seem to be crying in anticipation of Draco's visit.

Flecks of gray and silver streaked the usually blue skies, dying rays of sunshine cutting through the clouds and the sweet songs of the morning birds not ringing through the atmosphere. The sand dunes seemed flatter, the desert a hushed tune waiting for a crescendo of chaos.

The tribal grounds were swarmed with members rushing in and out of their huts. Most carried decorations while others carried weapons, securing the grounds as they all waited for the Emperor's arrival.

Onyx herself has been up even before the sun passed over the horizon, waiting until Rheynoak unraveled his hands from her waist and left for his daily routines before she got up herself. The soreness aching in her bones was undeniable and neither was the tangy taste of copper lingering inside her mouth.

The nightmares had taunted her again last night, this time worst than before. The swirling images of death and blood were encrypted into her head, a permanent mark that refused to wash away no matter how many times she closed her eyes and prayed to the stars and that soothing voice that whispered to her in the darkness of her nightmares was now a haunting lullaby that was trapped in her mind like a prison.

Even in the comfort of her lover and in the safety of their sheets, her mind was still a slave to the ancients ones that wanted her dead in her dreams. Her mind was becoming a labyrinth of chains with no escape.

Dragging herself out of bed and soaking herself in a cold bath, the Siphon had graciously pulled on some clothes she had stashed underneath Rheynoak's bed in a bag and placed the ruby necklace Draco had gifted her with around her neck.

The red jewel glowed like thriving embers in the morning sun, sending off dying rays that blended in with the sun's rays as she stepped out of the castle and into the blistering heat of the desert. She kept her head down, digging her nails into the thin material of her black top as she weaved a path for herself through the rushing crowd.

Nausea was building up quickly in the pit of her stomach and a wave of sickness washed over her body. Veins stiffened underneath her skin, her own magic still and confused, searching for what she was.

Quiet. Peace and quiet were all she sought.

Reaching the far end of the tribe grounds, just past one of the sand dunes, were the stables for the horses. They were not there before but having returned to the desert with their shape-shifting horses, Rheynoak himself had taken the liberty to build a place just for them.

They would come in handy during some of their training lessons.

Brushing the strands of her hair aside, Onyx scoured the stables, past the other horses until her eyes landed on a particular midnight blue horse on the far end of the stables, free of gold reins and melting golden eyes raising up to meet hers. Immediately, the Siphon's soul lightened, a smile pulling on her lips as she made her way over to her horse.

The creature neighed happily as its owner approached, gentle hands caressing her soft mane. "Aithne, how have you been?" the Siphon whispered, cupping the horses face in her calloused hands. The horse responded back with another gleeful neigh, kicking at the dirt ground below her. "I wish I could say the same for me" her owner whispered back, resting her forehead against the horse's face. "It seems as if sleep has become my enemy."

Silence surrounded them, not even the neigh of Aithne splitting into the atmosphere. The Siphon closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths that somehow settled the nausea rising up in her stomach. Her skin felt hot and uncomfortable, her hair sticking to her sweaty skin.

The constriction in her throat tightened once more, the tangy feeling of blood running up her throat. Air, she just needed a little bit of air.

Onyx took in a deep breath, not minding Aithne as she absently played with her twisted hair. Air, that was all she needed but the atmosphere felt so thin, so dehydrating and everything seemed to blend into one, becoming smaller and smaller.

Her chest heaved, deliriousness shaking her mind once more. Fire rippled through her veins, an untamable pain that never left her body. Covering her mouth, she coughed violently. Once, twice, maybe three times before finally calming down.

"Onyx?" A soothing voice called out to her, far yet so close. Stuck between the fainting feeling in her mind and the pain aching through her body, golden eyes raised up to see the tall figure of Lucien standing mere inches away from her, his bone white hair tied up and his muscles dressed in pure black despite the blazing desert sun.

"Lucien." His name barely left her lips in a whisper as she stood upright, her gaze darting down to her hand for a split second to see spots of blood on her palm. "Lucien, I honestly believe I am dying. Mother of stars, help me."

A short chuckle left his lips, simple and sweet and for a minute his eyes seem to sparkle like blue diamonds submerged in oceans. But the little light in his eyes died before she could even glance at them. "The effects of the oath is still taking over your body. It's normal to feel like crap for a few days.

The Siphon scoffed. "Crap?" she questioned, rolling her eyes. "I feel like my insides are being ripped from my soul." A miserable laugh left her lips, followed by a groan when pain tore through her body once again. "Did you feel this horrible after the oath?"

"I felt like crap for a few weeks but slowly, my body adjusted to my new found powers. Yours might be taking a little longer, Onyx. Nothing to worry about." Yet the Siphon felt her blood boil under her skin at a thousand degrees, scorching her with every second that passed.

"Are you sure you're not carrying the next leader to this tribe?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow at her. A scowl immediately pulled down on her lips, gold eyes flashing at her friend. "We've fucked twice" she responded back, relaxing against the stables. "It takes a lot more than that, Lucien. You should know that by now."

"But he fucked you good judging by the amount of moans that came from his chamber last night" the Hell Siphon pointed out, raking his eyes over her. "I swear. You two can wake up gods up above from one night." A blush coated her cheeks, words unable to deny the pleasure her body and soul felt last night.

A sensation she couldn't deny, couldn't replicate with anyone else but him. Yet, she refused to show him that, instead letting a sly smirk pull on her lips as she examined the Hell Siphon in front of her. A sly smirk fell over her lips. "Don't worry, Lucien. You'll get your turn with Venix soon enough."

Light sparkled in his eyes once again, a slight hunger burning deep within the depths of his ocean eyes. "That is if she doesn't murder you first."

The Hell Siphon opened his mouth to speak but his cheeks turned as scarlet as the ruby that sat around her neck and he absently closed his lips, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "Speaking of, she's been dying to spar with you" he directed the conversation instead, breaking eye contact."I don't think Alesandria is much of an opponent for her."

"Then she'll have a surprise waiting for her this noon" Onyx hinted, shrugging her shoulders. "Hint, she comes with a blade." The two magical beings shared a laugh, the Siphon petting Aithne one last time before abandoning her and walking with Lucien back to the training rooms. "And how is Alesandria doing?" she asked, tucking her hand behind her.

"She's been improving greatly" Lucien informed. "We are still trying to decipher what those heritage marks mean. They seem to be changing every day. But if we are talking about physical strength, she has gotten much better at handling a sword and her defense mechanisms are improving impeccably."

A short laugh left his lips, his fingers brushing past the strands that danced past his face. "With time, she might be a great opponent against you." This time, the Siphon snorted, rolling her eyes. "I doubted she can handle a sword as slick as I do."

"Always the one with a big ego, Onyx." The Siphon rolled her eyes again, kicking at the rocks embedded in the sand. "Speak for yourself, Lucien."

The two shared a laugh and continued walking in silence, the sun sparing them no torture as they slaved across the hot desert, clothes drenched with sweat and little trickles beading down their skins. When they reached the double doors of the gray building that would lead them to the training room, Lucien stopped her, his hand clutching her wrist in an icy grip.

Onyx raised her brow at him, frowning at the hesitant look in his eyes. "From your knowledge, do you know why Draco is visiting today? His motive, exactly?" Through her thick lashes, she watched him, frowning once again. She arched her brows at the Hell Siphon standing in front of her, no sign of foolishness lingering in his expression.

"I'm just as surprised as you are. I didn't know he was stopping by until some gossip slipped my way" she replied back, shrugging. Still, he pressed on, holding her wrists tightly. "Did Rheynoak perhaps mention anything about his visit?"

"He only gave me subtle hints about their past, Lucien" she pressed on, pursing her lips together. "Seriously, what is going on? Is there an alternative motive that we should all be worried about?"

The Hell Siphon shook his head once, loosening his grip around her wrists until her arm fell right by her side once again. "I don't know Onyx" he breathed, pushing her fingers through his white, tangled locks. "But I don't have a good feeling about it."

Gold eyes flickered towards him, taking in his sullen figure and shaking hands. "You and me both, Lucien."

Passing him one last smile, she turned around to walk inside. Just as the humid heat from the building hit her skin, his voice called out to her softly. "Wait."

Confused, the Siphon turned around. Blue eyes turned and met hers, twinkling like day stars. "Don't tell Rheynoak I asked. Please."

His plea was barely a whisper, desperation burning in his eyes.

This time, a smirk pulled on her lips, her body pushing on the doors until they creaked open. "I wasn't planning to."

Morning soon rose into noon, the blazing sun cooking the sands that spread across the desert land.

Sweat dripped and hurried breaths blended together to the harmonious sound of swords clashing together. Eyes flickered towards each other, their bodies moving to the rhythm of their kissing weapons as they dueled, fluent with their footwork.

"For someone that is sick, you still know how to handle your sword" Venix struggled to say between breaths, her dark violet eyes moving towards the Mind Siphon in front of her, her sword raised high.

"Dying has never stopped me from savagely destroying my opponents" her friend replied back, a cocky grin on her face as she smoothly dodged a swing of her opponent's sword, instead using the tip of her blade to lunge out at her weapon.

Their swords clashed once again, singing against each other. Venix aimed a kick at the Siphon's gut but her friend was quicker, using her whole body to dodge the kick and instead, swing her leg into her opponent's shoulder blade.

The BloodBone cursed at the contact of the sharp boot hitting her bone, her untamable powers rippling through her body and flying her across the mat. Her back met the floor and a wince escaped her lips, her hair sticking to her forehead.

"Had enough taste of your own blood yet?" Onyx asked, standing over her friend with her sword pointed to the ground. The Witch reached up to touch her split lips, blood painting her slim fingers. "Damn you" she rasped back, springing back up on her feet.

She sucked the blood off her fingers, humming in surprising. "Quite delicious actually." The Siphon rolled her eyes, twirling the head of her sword elegantly around her fingers as her friend stretched out her arms, cracking her bones into place along with it. "You are such a cannibal."

"Tell me something I don't know" was the witch's response, followed by a chilling wink that left Onyx questioning her bloodlust. All BloodBones needed some amount of blood in their bodies. They didn't have to feed regularly like some poor, unfortunate creatures but at least every year, they had to take a life.

But some went overboard. Venix bordered in the middle.

"So, do you feel any better?" the BloodBone asked as they cleaned their swords with the rags around their neck. Violet eyes took in the Siphon's tired body, seeing the pain she tried so desperately to hide. "If better feels like boiling blood and twisting guts, then yes. I feel so much better."

"And just to make sure, you are not pregnant." Onyx stopped at those words, frowning. Her fingers stopped on her sword, blazing eyes rising up to meet the BloodBone's gaze. She didn't even want to think of the slight possibility of carrying Rheynoak's child.

Sure, she enjoyed their moments but she wasn't an idiot and made sure to take a contraceptive tonic after it was all over. After everything her mind, body, and soul has been through, welcoming a child into the world was the last thing on her list.

"I'm not" she simply said, a strict tone to her words. Venix caught her tone, nodding once before concentrating on her blade once again, wiping it clean. The silence was overwhelming, the two magical beings sheathing their swords into the straps by their hips.

"Draco is dropping by anytime soon" the Siphon reminded her friend, hanging her rag on the metal rack by the dueling uniforms. "That should be a fun, seeing Rheynoak and Draco reconcile once again."

"About as much fun as walking into a dragon's cave" Venix replied back, brushing her fingers through her hair. Her brows wove together, a questioning expression written on her face. "Actually, that might be fun."

They both neared the door, a little streak sunlight spilling through the crack and into the barred, gray hallways. "I hope it doesn't end in some sort of bloodshed" Onyx whispered, tucking her hands in her pocket.

Her friend snorted, pushing the heavy doors opened. "knowing them, we'll be lucky if we don't see blood on the sand and someone's head dismembered off their bodies."

Gold eyes glinted and a smirk fell on her lips. "I've seen worst than that."

Violet eyes turned and met her gaze, nothing but pure, dark wickedness pooling through them. "I've done worse."

As soon as they stepped aside, the doors slamming behind them, the skies churned an unpleasant gray color, the color of an angry sea and lightning lit up the dulling clouds. Everyone wandering around the tribe grounds stopped in their place, casting their gaze upward to the heavens.

The wind whistled past them, picking up little grains and sand and pebbles and blowing them into their faces and the cold sensation of rain seem to hit their skin. Onyx hissed against the wind, squinting her eyes to see through the chaotic storm that brushed past them.

Lightning lit up the sky and a stream of dark dust crossed the clouds in a flash, blinding her in a haze. A bright light radiated the atmosphere, the wind calming down as the light dulled into nothing.

Just as quickly as it started, the chaotic storm died down. The wind stopped, the lightning disappearing and the cold sensation of rain evaporating into the air. Although the sky never regained its once, sky blue color, staying gray and angry.

"What the hell?" Venix breathed as she unraveled her hands from her face, her eyes examining the baffled expressions on the other member's faces. "Who knows" Onyx replied back, sucking in a breath. "Whatever it was, it sure left one heck of an aftershock" she breathed, taking in the scattered huts and fallen victims.

"Great. I always like making a dramatic entrance at a fashionably late time."

At the sound of a rich, husky voice, something tugged at the Siphon's heart, a force - slight nudge - to her left and it pulled her whole body along with it. A squeal left her lips and her back collided with something muscular yet unexplainably warm. A heartbeat rang in her ear, strong, tattooed fingers brushing past her shoulders.

"Hello to you too, Onyx." Every sense in her body felt as if it was on fire by that one voice, burning and hot as it slipped through her mind and pulled her attention.

Slowly yet so unsurely, the Siphon turned around to see those familiar light eyes ringed with a ruby ring, a taunting smile on his gorgeous face and his tattooed body too close to hers. His breath hit her skin like clouds, minty and cold.

"Draco" Onyx whispered, barely able to pronounce his name.

The Emperor smiled back at her, flashing his sharp teeth. "Glad to see I leave you speechless."

A/N: And that is the end of chapter four!

Sorry, it took me so long to update! July has been a weird and hectic month for me and I haven't had much time to write. But hopefully, I can get back on track now that everything has calmed down. Thank you for being patient! 

Sorry if this was a crappy chapter. I was half asleep as I was writing it so if you see any mistakes, please point it out to me. I will edit it later.

So, Draco has finally arrived. Sexy, cool, trouble making Draco. 

And we all know that with him around, things don't turn out so good. Especially between him and Rheynoak. The anticipation is killing me!

Also, what do you guys think is really wrong with Onyx? Is she sick? Pregnant? Maybe something to deal with the oath? Tell me your thoughts regarding any characters and their personality changes. I'm planning a big character development for each of the characters in this book. 

Thank you guys for all your constant support. It means so much to me that you enjoy this book. I enjoy writing it and to hear your feedback always makes my day!

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Until next time Lovelies!

With love, May