Pale skin was now embossed with gold, black hair worn in ringlets, thin body barely covered by a deep red dress and eyes shone brightly. Flame had just perfected her outfit, having arrived at The House, and was about to make her way through the corridors. Most of her leapt at this but now, since her conversation with Harshing, her heart was not truely in it. Part of her was scared, wanted to turn and flee, but she had to do it- if she wanted to live.

She headed trough the house, footsteps light, heart pounding. A gift, a reward, was the time Harshing had mentioned already upon her? She didn't know. But that didn't help her nerves- it only scared her more.

She stood at the door of the room specified and froze, taking deep breaths for a moment to keep herself calm before knocking. This was crunch time- she'd know the answer to all her worries before the end of this.

The door opened, and this time the Grand was standing before his thrown, completely naked. On all sides of the room were hooded priests of the Family, the Grand's personal advisors who did not bare the orange sash and never spoke. They were a mystery. Yet they stood still and watched.

"Flame. The time has come for your to fulfill your task." He walked towards her. "Merlin's wish was for me to set up this world doctrine, a new way of life yet he did not make me immortal. In years to come I shall die and my sons must take my place. Since I have started this new world I have been looking for a host - someone very special to carry a son for me."

He paused and smiled at her. "Flame, you shall carry my sons for your birth-giving life, one after the other. And do not worry about carrying it for 9 months, I have shortened the time to just one month. Think of it - you shall produce 360 children in 30 years. It is a great honour and a great reward."

He pinched her dress and ripped it off in an instant.

She looked unconcerned, but was incredibly aware that this time was different from the last. Last time it had been just the two of them, this time they were surrounded by the family priests. Last time she'd had to wait, this time he was waiting for her. Her mind was dancing this way and that. She knew what was coming. She was scared of it. She didn't want to be used. She wasn't a dog, she wasn't something he could just abuse, she was human- a human who had pretty much signed her soul over to him.

Task. The word only confirmed her thought trail. Her time had come, she had no choice anymore. She could have decided not to come, but that would have been stupid, she'd probably have ended up dead. What a choice. Be used for the rest of your life, or don't have a life at all.

Flame stood there silently, listening to his words. Never did she react to his words but let a single, unreadable look settle on her features. There it stayed. Not a smile nor a frown, just a blank expression.

Dress was ripped fom her form and she just stood there, staring at him with grey eyes. Did he expect her to speak? What did he expect her to do? That was a big thing to drop on someone.

He took the Elder wand in hand and raised it above his head which would pin her to the floor. This would not be pleasurable but necessary.

He lunged at her

SOME TIME LATER ((if thats ok))

Sentinus's black robes fell over him and several of the priests conjured him some wine.

"Flame, well done. You shall be taken to a special room where several of my priests will look after you. My head priest tells me it may be possible for you to give birth in a week now. There will be no need for clothes."

Several of the priests went over to Flame to grab her.

There was no time to think, no time to react, before she had even realised what was happening she was pinned to the floor.

The time with Sentinus was not pleasurable, she had not expected it to be, but she had no choice. Not anymore.

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Flame stared at Sentinus, and there was no way that even in her most collected mode she would have been able to hide the poison in her mind. Hate. It burned in her eyes. She shook her head and then shook the priests off. The power was back in control fully. There was no way she was going to gain control until she had calmed down.

"I'm going back to school." she said defiantly.

Sentinus turned round, a slightly amused expression crossing his devilish face. He laughed seductively.

"I don't think so. You shall go to the maternity ward in this building and stay there. You shall be brought here after every birth for repregnation. Do I make myself clear?"

Flame quickly pulled her wand from her pocket, though she had no actual intention of using it. She'd have no chance in a battle against him. No chance at all. He was more powerful than she could even dream of being. But she was not staying here.

"No. This is my life. You can't make me stay here!"

"Put that toy away," His voice was like that of a lions now, his whole being becoming frightnening and horrible. "I am The Master of this Family, of the World. Little girls do as I say." The wand was in his hand instantly. "Don't make me hurt you, you have come so far in this Family - you have ascended to the highest ranks, been granted a place at my feet. Then - you do this!"

He walked right up to her. "You sicken me."

Harshing had told her the Grand's plans already- she had known what was coming. She knew what he wanted to do to her. She'd known before she'd stepped into house earlier. But she hadn't known he was going to try and make her stay here. She didn't like it. She wanted to go back to school, back to Harshing, where she could be saved.

Her wand was snatched from her hand and she looked at the floor. Great- just what she needed- no wand. "I don't want to be stuck here. I can cause havoc out of here. Here is boring." she spat at him.

She raised an eyebrow. "I sicken you? Can't be as much as you sicken me."

Before she could utter the final word the Grand had sent an enormous blow to her face with his hand. He raised his wand high. "You dare speak to me like you are on my level. You dare to insult the mightiest Wizard on Merlin's Earth?!" The Grand screamed so loudly several of his priests dropped to the floor.

"I chose wrongly, Flame." He pointed to her stomach and killed the egg. "You will not bare my children, the price is this: Demotion!"

He waved his wand and the scars he had made on flame vanished. "You are not welcome in these chambers. Go, you are a simple Family member now."

Flame smirked, shaking hair from her face, and merely laughing. Was he trying to make her feel bad? She liked physical pain. Plus, she was glad to be rid of the stupid burden. She didn't want children- not yet at least. She was 15. She wanted a life.

"Good." she spat at him. "I'd rather not be in your stuoid family." A big mistake. Flame turned and started walking towards the door, laughing like a maniac.

The Master was shaking, he wanted to kill her outright. But he was controlling himself. Control. Control. He roared but did not strike, just watched her leave. He began to destroy things and killed several priests. Then he was silent and laughed. The Family was collapsing around him.