It had been centuries since he had looked upon the face of his eldest brother and yet how clearly Alfonso lingered before him now in that Italian battle garb he had been buried within! That dark hair was just as he recalled it, his brothers equally dark, small eyes no less judgemental nor filled with disdain for him then they had been in life. So many centuries later and Alfonso still could not stand the sight of him. The very pain of that realization far more potent then he had anticipated. That age old wound he had long since thought healed so threatening to metaphorically bleed again. The very force of his ghostly siblings gaze so prompted the Monarch to stumble backward until his own back collided with the wall of their home. The very shock of that ghostly presence so momentarily rendering the Fae King both mute and immobile as he struggled to comprehend the man's presence in the midst of that chaos. His brothers voice seemed to pierce that silence then. Those near ancient Italin words held within them that same accusation that Dorian had all but denied for the entirety of his life and indeed had never yet seen fit to mention to Sebastian in turn. Some things, after all, were surely better left within the past to remain dead and buried. Just as his brother had been. The sounds of that battle occurring but only one room away was veritably forgotten in the midst of the spectral presence. Dorian so barely seeming to register his husbands own presence as Sebastian stepped between himself and Alfonso, the Monarch near instinctively moving closer to his own husband as if Sebstian might, somehow, dissuade Alfonso from whatever assault he was preparing. Only for yet another ghost to appear.
For several lingering moments the Monarch near feared it to be his own Mother made flesh once more. Yet....that face was so hardly one he knew, not this time. Whatever lovely features that woman possessed however were quickly forgotten at the sight of her bloodied gown. The Fae King inclined to recoil from her sharply in turn and yet it was hardly himself she seemed focused upon. The woman far more fixated upon Sebastian. His lover, in turn, appearing much within that same state of shock as he himself had been at the sight of Alfonso. Dorian's own panicked words were all but ignored by the vampire, that ghostly woman so reaching forward and towards Sebastian then only for his husband to tentatively raise his fingers in turn. Surely Sebastian did not intend to touch that.....thing, did he? The very fear that so gripped at Dorian's own chest seemed to grow all the more potent in that moment. The Monarch fearing entirely for Sebastian's own safety should that ghost grab hold of him. He was near oblivious, in that moment, to that silent summoning of his own affinity. A black dagger of ebony shadow appeared smoothly within his palm only for the Monarch to launch it with striking precision and no small amount of force at that spectral woman. The ebony dagger pierced through that ghostly figure as if passing through air itself only to slam solidly into the wall mere inches from the unfortunate Serafina.
Sebastian's own reaction was near instantaneous, the vampire rounding upon him suddenly and with those shaperend canines bared. Dorian's own gaze widened readily in surprise. The Monarch's very heart near stuttering in the briefest and most fleeting touch of ...fear at the sight of the vampire in that moment. Sebastian's words holding a distinct edge. A sharpness they had never before held, at least, not when directed toward himself. The very shock of that entire situation so merely leaving the Fae staring in confusion as Serafina seemed to...command those ghosts. The witch. It was all her doing. Somehow. The ghosts. Sebastian. Serafina had surely done something to them all! Alfonso, despite his clear irritation, seemed inclined to obey Serafina's directive, that bloodied woman following in turn only for Sebastian to call after her, the vampire hurrying toward the door only to halt within its very threshold to command him to...stay.
That very word was near plea and confusion both, Sebastian so hardly seeming to heed him as Dorian was so left alone within that room. The sounds of demonic outrage filling that house all the same as his mind so desperately struggled to process.....what on earth was going on. For several long, precarious seconds the Fea king was so merely left staring at that doorway. The very sigh of Sebastian's bared fangs still burned near potently within his mind. That, somehow, far more shocking than even the sight Alfonso had been. Sebstian had never once bared his fangs at him. Brennan's shouts seemed to pierce that air then, Dorian so momentarily shaken from that veritable stupor as he hurried towards the door, a ready frown finding his features as he all but ignored his lovers own warnings to hurry towards the sound of that battle. Serafina's own words rose above that melee as the witch seemed to attempt to ...goad that female ghost. Those words hardly missed. Sebastian's ...wife? That ghost was Isabella? How readily that look upon his lovers face so made sense in that moment! Dorian momentarily inclined to feel a decided touch of pity for his husband at so being forced to look upon the f=very face of the woman whom had caused him such grief at yet....how readily Sebastian had reached for her hand in turn. How potent that plethora of emotions that turned within him then! Dorian so inclined to feel a wave of dislike towards that woman. Ghost or not. Sebastian so decidedly his husband and no one else's. That feeling of jealousy so veritable new and yet how consuming it was inclined to be.
Dorian's own figure had no sooner arrived within that doorway then Serafina's goading seemed to provoke Isabella to launch that grand piano at the terrifying creature that seemed equally as determined to destroy Brennan. Hos insect like it looked! Its very appearance so further coaxing at that fear within the Monarch and yet how readily his gaze found Isabella once more as Sebastian's beloved piano was all but shattered.
"Oh, but she is charming...."
How terribly sarcastic those words were! How very unlike the every pleasant Monarch! Serafina, perhaps, the only being within range to hear that near bitter muttering. Dorian so momentarily allowing himself that moment of jealousy before that creature once more secured but all of his attention. Brennan and Alfonso both seemed to swing their blades wildly at it, the blood of the creature all but spraying what remained of their room as Dorian near frantically searched for Sebastian in turn, the vampire so appearing to be attempting to get around that creature only for the horrid thing to turn away from those men and near charge towards Dorian himself. Brennan's command to run seemed to rise above the sound of those shattering instruments and Alfonso's decidedly colourful Italian swearing (along with several loud eclimatinions that he truly hoped Dorian died and he had no intention of stopping that creature from trying to murder him). Brennan lunged near desperately then, the pirate warlock striking that creature within the very center of its back and yet, despite the precision of that very blow the creature hardly seemed to halt. Dorian near frozen in place at the sight of it, a cry of alarm so managing to fall from his lips. The Monarch having nowhere to run! Dorian so merely lifting one arm to shield his face, the other outstretched towards that horrid creatures as if this,somehow, might fend it away.
How readily the very feeling of power within that room so seemed to surge in that precarious moment. Dorian all but oblivious to that glowing, dazzling gleam that seemed to surround his own figure. That brightness alone so seeming to see the demonic creature recoil as if fearing to merely touch that all consuming light as it attempted to slow its charge. That eruption of power seemed to all but overflow from the Monarch then, the gleaming light bursting from around him to collide with the demon itself. The creatures shrieks rose to fever pitch as it flailed near frantically before seeming to suddenly and dramatically freeze in place. As if life itself had been ...severed from it within an instant. It's lifeless body abruptly collapsing to the floor as that light from around it began to fade and recede in turn and draw back to Dorian himself. The Fae King so easily absorbed that very life force and immortality from that creature back into his own figure. Dorian, only now, so uncovering his own eyes as that light around him began to fade. The Monarch oblivious to the distinctly red hue that had overtaken his gaze only for that too, to fade back to that stormy silvery grey it had always been. Dorian so left blinking at the dead creature before him.
"Brennan! You did it! You have defeated it! You may keep that sword if you desire- for saving my life and defeating the demon."
Brennan's strike, after all, had been the very last thing the Monarch had managed to view. Dorian so assured the pirate warlock had vanquished that foe mere moments before it would surely have destroyed him in turn. That relief that so flooded his system readily prompting that faint, if not shaky simper to his lips before Dorian all but hurried around that fallen creature and towards Sebastian. Those ghosts momentarily forgotten as his arms easily wrapped around his lovers waist.
"Bastian! Are you entirely alright? I'm sorry I..."
That sudden shout from Alfonso so seemed to strike the veritable haze of relief the Monarch had only just found. The dark-haired Italian remained holding his sword, the man pointing to Serafina before gesturing to Brennan- that near ancient Italina flowing from his lps in a veritable stream before the man all but pivoted towards Dorian again, The Fae King pressing only closer to Sebastian once more. Thos near blank faces that surrounded him so assuring him that no one but himself and Sebastian had understood that Italian.
"Alfonso believes Serafina is the devil, he promises to haunt her forever for interrupting his holy rest. He wishes to conscript Brennan into the Italian army, he says he will make you a General, Brennan. He is also displeased ...about.....other things."
How desperately Dorian did not desire to translate the rest of those words. Alfonso so accusing him over and over of the death of Ferdinand before proclaiming his marriage to Sebastian was distinctly agianst god himself. Those words becoming all the more violent as Alfonso raised his sword once more. Dorian so glancing near pleadingly toward Sera then.
"Serafina, please, send them away!"
How desperately he did not desire to hear those words anymore! His gaze shifted from Brennan, to Alfonso, to Serafina, to Sebastian and lastly to...Isabella, the woman so seeming to eye him with disdain as well. Dorian so managing to find that frown all the same as he pressed all the closer to Sebastian once more in that distinctly subtle and yet no less clear gesture of just where he was certain his own husband belonged- and to whom he belonged. Jalousy, it seemed, still managing to find its way between that utter plethora of emotion that turned within him. What a terribly dreadful night this night had been....