Lord Theodore's Favorite Ritual
Chapter 233: The Change Of History.

Chapter 233: The Change Of History.

Meanwhile,

Something snapped in the air suddenly and Theodore felt too light suddenly, it was as if, something profound had left him and immediately he thought of his mother. Had something happened to her? he has always been somehow connected hers and he knew through that invisinle link that she was ok but now it appeared, something must have happened to her.

Theodore’s vision blurred as he fought, the toll of the battle weighing heavily on his body and mind. His once pristine clothing and home was now a war zone, the grand parlour hall transformed into a scene of carnage. Blood stained the marble floors, and the bodies of the fallen lay strewn about like discarded ragdolls.

His magic resistance and protection has broken.

He had sustained a deep gash across his side, the pain searing with every movement. Dark magic had struck him multiple times, sapping his strength and leaving him dangerously weakened. Still, he persisted, his sword clutched tightly in his hand as he faced the onslaught of enemies.

Around him, the situation was dire. Hound lay on the ground, unconscious but breathing, his loyal companion felled by a vicious spell. The twins, Gabriel and Tom, were down as well, their bodies motionless except for the shallow rise and fall of their chests. The hired guards, brave and valiant to the end, had all perished in the fight, their sacrifice a stark reminder of the gravity of the situation.

Through the haze of pain and exhaustion, Theodore’s eyes finally found Azul. The man stood with an air of regal confidence, his presence commanding the room. Azul’s gaze was fixed on Lydia, who stood on the staircase, looking down at the scene with a mixture of fear and confusion.

"Lydia, come with me," Azul’s voice was smooth and persuasive, a stark contrast to the chaos around them. "This is not your fight. You belong with me, your true family."

"Sam, come with me" he reffered to Helena as he mother because he didn’t know her name.

"Keep her name out of your mouth" Helena wailed, her hand tightening around Ebony.

"Lydia!" Theodore called the second he saw her, drawing his favourite ocean-blue eyes to him.

"Theodore!" she squeaked in horror at the sight of him, her voice quivering but as she moved, she felt invisble power holding her back. Shade.

He was here! She wanted him away, somewhere safe but she also wanted to run into his arms.

"Stay right there" Theodore instructed, his eyes bloodshot.

Theodore’s heart ached at the sight of Lydia. She stood tall and beautiful, her eyes wide with terror and uncertainty. The light from the burning curtains cast a flickering glow on her face, highlighting her ethereal beauty even in the midst of horror.

"Lydia, no," Theodore called out, his voice hoarse and desperate. "Stay with me."

He tried to take a step forward, but his legs buckled beneath him. The room spun, and he fell to one knee, his sword slipping from his grasp. The pain was overwhelming, but the sight of Lydia gave him the strength to keep fighting. He reached out, his fingers brushing the cold marble floor as he struggled to stand.

Azul’s eyes flickered with a mixture of triumph and pity. "You see, Lydia? He is weak. Come with me, and I will show you your true power."

Lydia couldn’t move, her eyes darting between her father and her husband. The air was thick with tension, the sounds of battle fading into the background as the pivotal moment hung in the balance.

Theodore’s vision blurred again, but he forced himself to stay conscious. He could feel the blood loss, the drain of his strength, but he couldn’t give up. Not now. Not when Lydia was so close.

"Lydia... please," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

If he was going to die, he needed to know she choose him.

Lydia took a hesitant step down the staircase, her face pale but resolute. "Father, I... I do not understand. Why are you doing this?"

Azul’s expression softened, his voice soothing. "Because I love you, Lydia. I want you to embrace who you truly are. Leave this place behind. Come with me, and we can be a family again."

Theodore’s heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and determination. He couldn’t let Azul take her. He had to protect Lydia, even if it cost him his life. Summoning the last of his strength, he pushed himself to his feet, swaying but standing tall.

"Lydia, you are my wife," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you more than anything. Please, stay with me."

Lydia’s eyes filled with tears, the internal struggle and fear clear on her face. She tried to take another step towards Theodore but the invisible restriction was intense and she couldn’t move, she looked at her father, then paused, looking back at Theodore.

The room was silent, the outcome of her decision hanging in the balance.

Theodore took a shaky step forward, reaching out to her but he couldn’t climb the stairs and Shade was straining to hold her back. "Lydia, please..." Theodore begged, his insecurities leaking.

In that moment, Lydia made her choice. She wanted nothing and no one but to be happy with Theodore, her husband charming. "I shall not apologize, Father," she said, her voice trembling. "But my place is here, with Theodore." Theodore gasped, relieved.

Azul’s expression darkened, the air around him crackling with suppressed rage. "You are making a mistake, Lydia." he warned.

But Lydia’s fingers clenched tighter, her resolve unwavering. "No, Father. My choice is made."

I love you she mouthed to her husband.

Theodore felt a surge of relief and love, despite the pain that racked his body. He held to the hope that Lydia chosing him would make a difference in this world, drawing strength from her presence. The battle was not over, but in that moment, they stood united, ready to face whatever came next together. He wished to hold her in his arms but he didn’t trust her not to jump into save him and he couldn’t accept that.

Azul unwilling to give up, looked to Helena who stoood next to the frozen Lydia protectively, "What about you?" he asked.

"Over my dead body" she spat venomously. Her cat was still in her arms now.

"You will not have a body when you die" he deadpanned.

Helena’s eyes widen at his retort making him narrow his eyes too, "Sam never told you?"

"Keep her name from your mouth," she hollered, her eyes glowing.

Azul’s eyes narrowed with a mix of frustration and cold determination. He turned to two of his witchers, menacing figures cloaked in dark robes, their eyes glowing with an unholy light. "Grab Lydia and Helena for me," he commanded, his voice resonating with an aura of authority but before the commanded witchers could move to action, the teleporting channel that they’d been using to infiltrate the mansion started to glow a green mist, figure started to appear one after the other.

The dangerous and omninous aura followed the two witchers in dark cloaks stood, their eyes searching.

The two witchers moved with a swift, predatory grace. They were accompanied by a witch, her beauty marred by a sinister gleam in her smoky eyes, who stepped into the mansion through the same glass channel that had brought the chaos.

Her presence sent chills through the air, the temperature dropping noticeably as she advanced.

They approached Theodore while Lydia’s eyes widen with fear and defiance. "No, please! Leave us alone! Leave him alone!" she pleaded, but her voice was drowned out by the chilling silence that had settled over the hall.

The two witchers approached with purposeful strides, their auras dark and oppressive. One was tall and gaunt, with a cruel smile playing on his lips, while the other was stocky and brutish, his eyes glinting with malevolent glee. They were from the group the witch Theodore had killed on their wedding night, the group that had led their ambush on their way back from the citadel and the group where Jermiah, the channel installer came from, they were deadly and lethal.

The commander Zamora’s group.

They reached Theodore, who was already weakened and on his knees, almost groaning in pain. The two witchers grabbed his arms side by side, spreading him apart and time suddenly slowed.

The witch with the smoky eyes stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Theodore. Her lips curled into a smirk as she raised her sword, its blade glinting ominously in the dim light. "Your love has never been in the books," she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. Lydia was wailing but everything was in a fast paced slow motion.

Before Azul could react, the witch swung her sword with brutal precision. The blade sliced through the air, and in a sickening instant, Theodore’s head was severed from his body. It fell to the ground with a thud, rolling a short distance before coming to a stop, his eyes sad and lifeless.

Lydia’s scream pierced the air, a sound of pure anguish and horror. She was still on the staircase, held in place by the restraining magic. Her body trembled as she watched the grisly scene unfold, her heart shattering into a million pieces.

"No! Theodore!" she cried out, her voice cracking with despair. She struggled against the magical bonds, but they held her firmly in place, preventing her from rushing to her husband’s side.

The hall was filled with an eerie silence, the only sound the faint crackle of the burning curtains and the soft rustle of the witchers’ robes. Theodore’s body lay motionless, a pool of blood spreading around it, staining the once pristine floor.

Azul’s face tightened with a mix of regret and cold resolve. He hadn’t intended for it to end this way, but the deed was done. He turned his gaze to Lydia, her tear-streaked face etched with pain and loss. "You brought this upon yourself, Lydia," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "Now, come with me."

Lydia’s eyes, filled with hatred and sorrow, locked onto her father’s. "I will never forgive you for this," she whispered, her voice trembling with rage.

The witchers and the smoky-eyed witch stood ready, their presence a constant reminder of the power that held Lydia captive. She was alone, without her love, and the reality of her situation crashed down on her with a devastating weight.

"No!" she wailed next to the stunned Helena who was suddenly glowing.

In that moment, Lydia’s world was shattered. She was left to face the dark reality of her lineage and the loss of her beloved Theodore, her heart heavy with grief and the knowledge that she was now at the mercy of her father’s will.

"Theodore!" her pain was in her voice, loud and agonizing.

She saw it happen, She watched it, she did.

His flawless head swiped off from his neck, down and unto the ground.

Helena grabbed her in a tight hug and did something that shone a light so blinding everyone had to close their eyes and they were gone.

Theodore is dead.

She felt it, her husband was gone.

Lord Theodore is no more.

And she was going to be.

Alone.

Forever.

How did they meet again?

How would they ever meet again?

What did he do? They hadn’t talked. Would he love her again?

And he was gone.

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