This information buzzed around the room for a moment before Solomon once again requested silence.
" Did you request the spell from a witch or was it your own?" He asked wanting more information. " we have seen Lucius take hits that would kill an giant but then he reappears the next battle, how would we be able to put him to sleep?"
" I had paid a highly skilled witch at the time to place me under the strongest sleeping spell she had, I wasn't planning on waking up you see, however since your witches seem more skilled they could most likely create a spell that's even stronger." She explains.
" I was asleep for a very very long time before you woke me, as long you kept him locked away somewhere here, no one would be able to wake him up." Her confident words brought a bit of calm to the table.
" Is there really no way we can rid ourselves from him for good, even immortals have weaknesses" the older woman asked curiously, her green eyes scanning over the other woman.
" Have any of you ever seen the inbetween of lucius once he is struck by something, or stabbed or burned?" Athanasia asks seriously.
Marshall speaks up to answer this one as he was the one on the battle fields. " no, he is always covered by his elite vampires so no one has been able to confirm if the hits were fatal or permanent" he explains, a bit ashamed of how their battles had been going.
" Let me demonstrate" was all she said as she stood from her chair and gracefully made her way over to a couple of ancient looking swords decorating a wall.
Their style was old but they had been kept in perfect condition as trophies from a long ago battle. Her delicate hand reaches for one causing a moment of unsure hesitation in the group.
The elders did not trust her completely yet which led their minds to wonder as the sword flickered in the light from the movement, but having Marshall there was the security they needed.
" When i was awake and in France, I wasn't able to hide my hair color from the eyes of others. It had been easier before the human population became more in numbers." She tells a story as she held the sword in her hands.
Turning and moving to a more open space in the room, she continued.
" Some thought I had just been cursed by a witch or something else as humans believed many things. I used that excuse for as long as I could, until the witch trials started flourishing." She stood facing the humans, a wider space around her.
She places a long delicate looking finger on the blade to test how sharp it was. Once she saw her black blood spill a bit, she pulled her arm holding the sword back.
While holding her other arm out a bit, she swiped the sword down faster than anyone had time to react to.
Marshall jumps forward to try and stop her while the elders all gasp and stand shouting in their chairs. Though before marshall could reach her, the blade had already dismembered her arm from the elbow down.
Black blood poured from the wound as the discarded limb lay in a puddle of its own making.
" What in the hells do you think you are doing!" Raphael shouts as the elders move to keep their distance from the blood.
The bald man turned to puke into a trash can nearby.
Before any more reactions could happen, athanasia, picks up her separated limb after dropping the sword to the ground.
Moving towards a small fireplace that had been lit in the back corner of the room, marshall realizes her next step, moving quickly around the elders to try and stop her.
He honestly felt confused at this sudden emotional need to protect her but after seeing her cut off her own arm, he couldn't take it anymore.
" stop this!" Was all marshall could say before she tosses her arm into the fire.
The room paused, everyone but her frozen in confusion and fear as the room filled with the scent of burning flesh. With her chopped arm still slowly dripping blood, she turned back to the frozen humans.
" relax" was all she said as she turned her emotionless eyes to her bleeding wound.
As they all focused in, the blood slowly started to clot and stop bleeding. Then the most unexpected thing happened, her bone started to grow from the stump. The bone grew as veins and ligaments started to stretch and reattach themselves.
As if watching a biology video, her arm grew back until it looked as if nothing had happened. Everyone's eyes flick from her arm to her eyes and then focus in on the smoking blood that started to steam away.
" I was taken as a witch back then and hung outside the village square before they burned my body. Or at least that is what I was told by someone close at the time." She explains as she keeps her place standing.
" we were made to die like humans but only in the sense of the word. We will always come back, like a weed taking over a garden of fresh food. This is why your attempts and mine had failed and why putting him to sleep is the only option."
She states before crossing her arms and waiting for the rebuttal to come.
Silence filled the room as every human there tried to process what they just saw. Marshall had been in many wars, seen death and blood many times but he had yet to see someone grow an arm back.
" Now that that's settled, I'd like to cast a vote. Let her stay as a guest and have her help in this war as our only option left. Say i, nay if you believe we should imprison her as an experiment." The mumbles of conversation spread like fire.
Solomon was the first of course, " i" he said raising his hand. " I " the older woman said.
The bald headed elder looked around for a moment before lowering his gaze and stating "i" as well.
Raphael turned red with frustrated but as the last elders hand raised for her help, he sighed and lifted his hand, " i".
This spread a smile across Solomons face, " well then, it seems it's unanimous. Athanasia, we are in need of your help and well of knowledge, please stay here as a guest until the true enemy is vanquished."
The woman gave a small smile, something she had practiced over and over again in the past.
" Please call me Sia, I look forward to working with you all" she bows her head slightly. Marshall flinched at the nickname, the familiarity of it causing an odd sense of concern to pool in his chest.
" Marshall, take her to Diana in the west wing and have her set up with a room. I'm sure she wishes to have some alone time after everything." Solomom orders.