What just happened? -Open-

Teran smirked a little. Ilrune was speechless. Shadow wheezed quietly.
"I would guess that you are better, Dominique." Teran said, smiling. "We can move on to the next stage. Bart and Ilrune, you will stay here." He ordered. "Bart, you will be required to join us after a few moments. It would be in your best interests to obey." He turned his gaze to Ilrune. "If you obey, I might let Shadow go." He then looked at Dominique, his eyes softening. "Shall we proceed?"

Bart grunted, frowning at Teran before glaring at Dominique. She avoided his eyes and stared at the ground, nodding quickly at Teran's proposition. Her tail coiled around her arm, and she pulled it off before letting it entwine with her fingers. Needless to say, Dominique was nervous. She knew that what she was doing was something absolutely wrong, but one of the great ways of kraferric thinking, that has seemed to be passed from generation to generation through education, was one well known proverb, 'the end justifies the means'. She needed to do it. In order to save her race.
"Yes, she murmured under her breath, "let's go."

Teran nodded, releasing Shadow's throat, letting her drop to the ground before grabbing the back of her cloak and leading the way back into the room Dominique had been lying in. He stopped just outside, gesturing in a gentlemanly manner for Dominique to go in first. Ilrune seemed to be stuck to the spot, unable to say or do anything except stare. How had things got to this stage? He gritted his teeth.

Dominique kept her eyes to the ground, closely following Teran and entering the room as he beckoned her in. Bart glared fiercely back at Teran, his red eyes gleaming brightly under his hair. Waves of purple fur raced on his forearms, and Bart flinched immediately. His hands tensed and his claws started to grow. Bart slammed his fist against the wall, a faint crackle of dark magic snapping in the air before the purple waves disappeared from his fur. Bart's tail whipped the air before twisting around his arm.

Teran leapt forwards, grabbed Bart's arms, attempting to pin them to his sides.
"PLease, I bed of you to do nothing that may upset Teran. Only then will we be likely to see the ones we love again." He said quietly. In his mind, he blamed Dominique for being weak before Teran. She was the reason they were in this situation.

Teran magically locked and reinforced the door before casting the demonic princess onto the floor and turning to Dominique.
"It may be more comfortable for you if you were to lie down during the proceedure. I cannot guarantee that it will be without pain." He said, locking gazes with the Kraferrin.

Bart snarled at Ilrune, before clenching his teeth and struggling against his grip. "Let me go!" he yelled, "get your hands off of me!" Bart managed to take his body away from the demon, lowering his back and glaring at him coldly for a few seconds before sighing. He flicked his head to the side, removing a fringe from his eyes and pinched the bone of his nose between thumb and index. Bart closed his eyes, sighing heavily. "Okay, all I know right now, between us, is that you don't like me, and I certainly don't like you," he murmured, "we can both agree on that. However... You are right. I have to stay calm before something blows up again. I'll do my best at doing so. But I need to stay here. You heard Teran."

Dominique nodded quickly, regretting to see Shadow on the floor. She also tried not to look at her, as it made her heart feel extremely heavy. Dominique lay down on the bed, still warily glancing at Teran every now and then, and twitching from sudden pains coming from her back.

Teran nodded once at Dominique. He knelt next to Shadow, placing onehand heavily on her throat to stop her moving, and the other, surrounded in his magic, plunged into her stomach. The demoness only managed a muffled cry of pain as Teran slowly drew his hand out, leaving no marks, only a small orb of white magic hovering above his palm. He walked over to Dominique, his hand hovering over her stomach.
"Are you ready?" He asked.

Ilrune grudgingly let Bart go, using one finger to tuck a rebellious lock of hair out of his eyes.
"You are right, there is no reason for us to like each other, but we must remain civil as long as Teran has both of our females under his control."

Dominique gazed in awe at the white orb which floated over Teran's hand. Dominique had had to gulp in her fear and pain when she had seen Teran's hand strike into Shadow's stomach. She was about to shake her head, but she had already went too far, and all this would be useless if she gave up now. She couldn't feel useless. Dominique nodded quickly, her breath becoming slightly quicker.

Bart huffed, crossing his arms and walked over to the table, pulling two chairs out. He shoved one of them in Ilrune's direction. It stopped at his feet. Bart grabbed the second chair and slammed it onto the ground a few meters away from Ilrune's, and he sat on it, crossing one leg over the other as he poked his tail reluctantly.

Teran noticed Dominique's slight reluctance.
"Do not worry, I will try not to cause you too much pain." He assured her. Slowly, he turned his hand upside down, the orb hanging at the same distance from his palm. He pushed the orb into Dominique's belly as gently as he could.

Ilrune took the seat grudgingly, sitting on it back to front. He sighed heavily, resting his forehead on the front of the chair. He felt helpless in front of Teran, and Teran had hurt his beloved. He growled in frustration, furious with himself.

Dominique breathed out heavily as Teran pushed the orb into her stomach, and when it had gone completely through, she gasped painfully. Dominique clenched her teeth, her fingers digging into the fabric of the bed. "Gah!" she cried out, her red eyes glaring, "It... It burns..." Her whole body tensed, the fur of her limbs standing up on her skin.

Bart stared at the ground, frowning slightly. He held his nervous tail between index and major finger, caressing it gently with his thumb. he was trying to calm himself down, but his mind always thought of the worst. For him, the survival of his race didn't matter. He knew it was bound to be erased a long time ago. All that mattered for him was that Dominique, the last kraferrin, could live in peace until her last breath. At least, the last of the kraferrs would die with a smile.

"Shh," Teran said, "It'll be over soon." He carefully placed the white orb and withdrew his hand. He waited a few moments before stridinding over to the door, pulling it open and walking out. Ilrune was immediately on his feet, set to barge past Teran, but the golden-haired part demon raised one finger, smirking at him. Ilrune narrowed his eyes, but said nothing and said nothing. Teran turned his gaze to Bart.
"You should know what is now needed."

Bart had to use all his strength to refrain himself from going demonic and punching a whole through Teran's stomach. He immediately got up, pushing his chair over. It slammed violently against the ground as Bart stepped up to the demon, pointing one finger at him. "What did you do to her?!" Bart snarled, eyes glistening past his hair, "And what do you mean, I should know what is now needed?!"

Dominique strained in order to keep herself steady, but her breathing quickly became heavy. It was too quick to get enough air for her newly-adjusted body. Her kraferric blood was fighting with the demonic blood, and the burning from what Teran had just pushed into her body did not help the task to bear the pain.

Teran gritted his teeth.
"I don't have time to play around with you, Kraferr," He growled, his hand glowing with magic again as he suddenly plunged his hand into Bart's stomach, like he had done with Shadow, pulling out a tiny white orb while leaving no trace. He smirked slightly, returning to the room and shutting the door.

Bart fell down to the ground, coughing up loudly as he cupped both hands over his stomach. He growled, waves of purple fur appearing on his arms as his eyes began quickly shifting into four. He snapped himself out of it and breathed heavily, clenching his hands into fists as he muttered to himself. A feeling of sudden burning pain coursed through his body before eventually disappearing. He glared at the door which shut itself. He cursed at himself for not having the reflex to be able to do anything in this kind of situation.

Ilrune just watched Bart from where he was standing, a rather bored expression on his face. He had known exactly what Teran wanted from the Kraferr, but had kept his mouth firmly shut.

Teran murmured to Dominique softly, trying to sooth her as he gently pushed the orb through her skin, leaving no marks. He laid a hand on her belly, seemingly concentrating. He nodded once.
"The concieving has gone according to plan. You will give birth to twins in approximately six months." He told the Kraferrin, getting to his feet and smoothing his hair down.

Dominique clenched her teeth, trying to ease herself out of the pain that tore her apart. She opened her eyes to glare at Teran, trying to make out the words she wanted to say. "Is that everything you need?..." she murmured in a hostile way, "If it is, then you can leave this place. I don't want you hurting any one of them."

Bart stood up, sighing heavily as he lifted a hand to his temple. He gulped down the pain, before glaring at the door and muttering a curse word at himself. He turned around and walked to the chair, putting it upright before slumping down on it. He kept his eyes closed, trying to concentrate on something else at the moment.

Teran nodded once, picking up a still-dazed Shadow by the hood and walking out of the door.He stopped briefly to look at Bart and Ilrune.
"Congratulations, Kraferr, you're going to have twins." Teran said mockingly before scornfully bowing to Ilrune, and vanishing, taking the demoness with him. Ilrune noticed this all to late and roared with anger and frustration.

Bart yelled furiously, slamming his fist again against the wall. He breathed deeply, trying to relieve himself of his anger. "I'm gonna kill that... Gah!" Bart stomped on the ground, turning the chair over. He marched to the room, opening the door a little bit too violently than he wanted to beforehand. It creaked under the strain he applied to it as he entered the room. A knocked-out Dominique lay on the bed, and Bart didn't know whether to just let it drop or to slap her awake.

Ilrune stormed after Bart, taking the iniciative before the Kraferr. He slapped the Kraferrin repeatedly, trying to wake her up. His eyes were a blazing fury, but there was also desperation within their depths. He had to get Shadow back, he had to. If not for him, then for the future of the demonic race. Under Teran's rule, the dimensions would all go to hell without him even noticing.

Bart lifted one eyebrow at Ilrune before dashing to him to stop him from slapping Dominique too hard. Since she had just woken up from the force of the slaps. She glanced around, confused and starting to breathe heavily. She stared wide-eyed at Ilrune, shocked and terrified of him. Bart clasped tightly onto Ilrune's hands, stopping him from getting too aggressive.
"Ilrune," Bart uttered, "look, there's something we need to do other than killing Dominique. As much as we both want Shadow to come back, bashing someone's head in isn't really going to do anything, all right?"

Ilrune looked at Bart with desperate eyes before he yelled:
"We have to get her back! And it's her fault Shadow's gone!" Ilrune's mind had taken enough stress for the day. White hair fell over his eyes again as he tried to calm himself down, forwing himself to relax his muscles.
"I have to get her back." He said quietly.

"And you are going to," Bart replied calmly, his hands tensing on Ilrune's arms. He didn't deny that it was Dominique's fault why Shadow had been taken. Dominique scampered out of the bed, her breath shaky, flattening herself against the wall. An expression of desperation crept over her face, but Bart did not move his eyes. "Calm down, Ilrune," he tried to convince him, "we can still do something. I'm not sure it'll work, but it's the only idea I have in mind to track Shadow down."

Ilrune bowed his head, pulling himself out of Bart's grasp. He took a deep breath.
"And how do you suppose we find Teran and Shadow before he ends up killing her?" He enquired, adjusting his circlet so as to keep his hair under control. He had done his best to recover his composure, but there were still slight hints that he was close to snapping again.

Bart glanced a the ground before landing his stare on his fist, clenching it tightly. He grunted, lifting his head up to look at Teran. Flicking a fringe out of his eyes, he muttered to himself a few words. He then stood quiet for a few seconds before speaking aloud. "Ilrune, you who probably has more experience than me with demonic blood... Do you think that it would be possible, that since both of us are not born as half-demons, as to concentrate on the smallest bit of Shadow that seeps within me or you, and be able to concentrate on the magic of that, to be able to trace it? Kinda like the song you listen to before teleporting, if you want to know what I mean..."

Ilrne thought for a moment, concentrating hard, looking for ways to trace Shadow by using her song. He tuned his hearing, listening out for her distinctive song, but shook his head.
"No, she is not in her demonic form. We cannot track her using her music. She is in her human form, therefore it has changed."