A/N: Ladies and gentlemen we hae reached the part that makes me want to facepalm repeatedly. The Prophecy-We-Shall-Not-Speak-About-Because-It-Sucketh-Beyond-Mortal-Comprehension. Gah!
Damien didn’t need the paper in Elisabeth’s hand to know every single word on it. Cruel Darkness rules over man and burns the land.
Man fights and loses.
Man robs a girl child from her bed and gives her to the Shadow.
Take her, man says.
Take her and free us from Darkness because only Shadow can fight Darkness but Light cannot.
But man is flawed.
And Shadow takes the girl child as its bride and they become one.
Shadow child, she is now and man orders:
Free us from the Darkness because only Shadow can fight Darkness and you are Shadow’s bride.
And Shadow child dances with the Darkness.
Shadow child lies with violence and pain on a bed of bones.
Shadow child falls and gives birth to herself and rises again.
And Shadow child dances with the Darkness and lies with violence and pain on a bed of bones and falls and gives birth to herself and rises again.
And man decrees:
Shadow child will forever fight the Darkness because only Shadow can fight Darkness and Shadow child will never die.
But man is flawed and Shadow child must always die and give birth to herself until the End of Days.
And Shadow child will see herself and decree:
There will be trees in the desert and I no longer sleep on a bed of bones.
And Shadow child gives birth to herself and does not die.
But man is flawed and Shadow is ripped from its bride and flung into the world to fight the Darkness because only Shadow can fight Darkness.
And Shadow child will be many.
But man robbed a girl child from her bed and gave her to Shadow and Shadow will not let her go.
And Shadow takes the girl child as its bride again, as old lovers do and Darkness falls and Shadow child does not give birth to herself and does not die.
And Shadow child will be only one and will not die.
And there ---
Damien stood stock still as Elisabeth read the prophecy, confusing as it was. He didn’t understand half of it, except that somehow, she was the Shadow child.
Suddenly she chuckled and said, “Well, that could have been worse.”
“Yes?” Asher asked, still not moving.
She nodded. “I knew most of that already. And it confirms the theory I had about being the source of my line now. The only one.”
“Your line,” Damien guessed, “The Shadow?”
Another nod. “I used to have a part of it when I was a kid but now I have access to all
off it. If I read this right, I am
the Shadow now. We’re inseparable now.”
“Do you know the end?”
A flash of something raw, something akin to fear crossed her face before she denied, “No idea. Could be anything.”
Anything, she said. But she feared what she thought it could be. Then she pushed the thought away, tucked the prophecy into her purse and waved for both vampires to join her on the bed.
She pressed a quick kiss of thanks to Damien’s cheek and started to tell him about the play she had been to with Asher.