Obediently, Kylla lie on the icy obsidian bed. A shiver coursed through her tired body. Not from the cold of the stone. Nor from the fear that crept into those that lie on the dark stone. A shiver of expectation.

The amber eyes flared as they watched the withered twin obey. Ebony lips curled into a satisfied smile. On silent feet, Jadda moved to a small column of dark blue quartz illuminated by a pillar of soft violet light.

Carefully, she placed the silver mithril elven figurine upon the stone column. Reaching for a silver chain around her neck, Jadda retrieved the Blackstone holding Keilan Benshanniir’s spirit.This would not be the first she animated the figurine in mysterious joining of spirit, giving a physical body to the hated drow male. Nor would this be the last. However, this specific event would hold significance and gratification.

Placing the Blackstone at the figurine’s feet, Jadda began the spell that would join Keilan’s spirit and the figurine. Kylla heard the dark, silky purr of her dark twin’s chant and again shivered. Sadly, her dark eyes closed as her stomach churned.

As Jadda’s chant reached a frantic speed and pitch, the column of quartz was flooded with a brilliant white light, engulfing Blackstone and figurine. As the light faded, they were both gone.

In their place stood a drow male. Handsome did not describe this dark skinned one. Standing nearly five feet eight inches, taller than the drow kind, he held the beauty near that of a god. Silky, snow white hair flowed to his lower back, contrasting beautifully against the satin sheen of his flawless ebony skin. His face held the sharp, angular features of the elvenkind, showing soft features that was known for his nature. Most notable were the almond shaped eyes of golden amber, flaring and burning dangerously with an inner strength and wild defiance that could have easily brought fear to those who gazed upon him. He stood rigid, dressed in black armor, eyeing Jadda warily. He could only guess why she had summoned him into this form. Some ideas disgusted him.

Jadda’s amber eyes brightened and widened as she set eyes upon the drow male. Admiration and appreciation for his beauty flickered briefly over her face, but it was quickly replaced by vile hatred. For several moments, the two drow stared coldly at each other. Keilan’s jaw was set, and his eyes blazed at the dark priestess of Lloth. Jadda merely smiled darkly as she saw such hatred from the soft spoken Keilan.

Then, she spoke, “Vendui’, Keilan.”

The corner of his mouth twitched into a sneer. “How is it that I can serve you, Jabbress?” he asked flatly and coldly.

The sound of his voice caused Kylla to gasp. Tears welled in her eyes and streamed silently down her scarred face. The gasp caught his attention, and Keilan’s gaze traveled pass Jadda to the obsidian stone that supported Kylla’s broken body. The fire in his eyes smoldered as he witnessed the sight before him. He looked at Jadda coldly.

“Why have you summoned me, Jadda?” he asked coldly. “Have you not tortured both enough?”

Cold laughter echoed in the room, causing Kylla to stiffle a whimper. Jadda glared at Keilan. Then, she said sweetly, “You are here to help, Keilan.”

A white brow arched slightly with caution and curiosity. He nodded to encourage her to go on.The smile didn’t fade as she saw the interest pique in him.

She continued, “Yes, I’ve summoned you to help free Kylla.”

Keilan stiffened as his spine straightened in surprise, but he eyed the priestess warily. Kylla gasped in her own shock. Despite her trying to remain still, her body trembled. Both could not help but be suspicious of Jadda’s proclamation.

“Go on, “ Keilan said lowly.

He stood rigid. Had he a weapon he might have charged the Spider priestess, though he knew even that would have been useless. Jadda had control over his every movement despite this physical form. His was hers to control, even with a mere gesture.

“Just as I said, Keilan,” Jadda stated simply.

Beckoning him to follow, she turned and walked back toward Kylla. Her twin lie on the obsidian bed, shivering and staring blankly up at an unseen ceiling. Amber eyes gazed down at the scarred face.

Silently, like a wraith, Keilan followed. His gaze fell again on the short, dull white hair of the one he had loved for so long. The fire burning within the golden depths of his eyes died as Kylla’s shivering form came into better view. It was all he could do to keep from falling to his knees in heart broken despair. Gods, he barely recognized her!

Jadda watched Keilan wordlessly as he approached the alter from the other side. A dark hand went to caress her twin’s face. Kylla flinched. Keilan’s hands clenched into fists as he saw Jadda taunt Kylla.

“She is still beautiful,” Jadda purred, watching Keilan react. “You know she is. Below all of this, she is still beautiful.”

Keilan shot her an icy glare. “Stop taunting me!” he snapped, swiping her hand away from his beloved's face.

Feeling the rush of air above her face, Kylla cringed. Then, her hoarse voice whispered, “Keilan, please, you only feed her chaos.”

His form shook with unspoken sobs as he heard her voice. However, he did not remove his icy gaze from Jadda. Smirking, the dark priestess moved away from the alter.

“I gave you that, Keilan Benshannirr,” she said darkly. “Listen well to Kylla lest you wish to have her remain like that.”

The male drow gazed sadly down upon Kylla’s face. His own twisted as he saw that no longer were her eyes silver, but black, empty orbs that posed as eyes, and how short and dull her once sikly, silvery hair was.

Kylla blinked up, feeling his gaze on her. A near skeletal hand reached up, grasping to find him. Tears still glistened in her black "eyes".

Her lips quivered as she whispered, "Do as she says, Beloved."

His eyes snapped to the back of the priestess. Where one captive would have thought of assaulting that accursed tormentor, his thoughts were only for the woman beside him.

“Jadda, if you are lying to me, I will find a way of avenging her.”

But for the promise of freedom for Kylla, he would do anything... He lowered his head, gazing down into the inky pools of Kylla's eyes and whispered softly.

“Tell me what you would have me do, Jabbress.”

She had her back to him as she made the necessary preparations.

Her voice was low, "You will stand still until I tell you. If you question what order I give you, I swear I will make you both suffer. Her a hundredfold. Do not threaten me, Keilan. You are in no position. Remember who has you."

Slowly, she turned and smiled darkly to him. Her amber eyes alight with evil. In her hands, she held a ceremonial dagger and a small ring that was similar to one she wore on her right hand. The one she held was a silver ring clasping an onyx stone. In the center of the stone was a silver outline of a spider.

Placing the ring and dagger next to Kylla, she looked at him.

"Stand away, Keilan," she purred. "You will watch until I tell you to step up. Do you understand?"

Kylla said nothing. Her shivering had stop. Her face looked calm and serene. The inky orbs showed no emotion.

It was killing him to see Kylla so utterly in Jadda's control, but he knew that at this time, still her captive, he had no choice but to obey Jadda. He took a deep breath; his eyes hardened with hatred as he stared at Jadda, then stepped backwards three steps.

Leaving Kylla so undefended went against every principle that he had, especially since Jadda had a dagger. Yet, he had no choice. But one day... One day he would not be bound by Jadda, and he would be able to release Kylla. He swore a silent oath to himself.

Jadda didn't smile as he stepped back those few paces. She could have forced him back more, but was satisfied for now. If he tried charging forward, he would find he could not move. Such was the controling power she had over him. The imobilizing spell would only last for the time it would take for her to do what was needed.

Gazing down at Kylla, she pondered the past years. Her own transformations. Her own trials. With each event that played in her dark mind, she saw Kylla...always interfering. A dark scowl twisted onto her dark, beautiful face.

> Leaning down, she whispered in Kylla's ear, "You will forever be mine."

Kylla stiffened at the dark words. Her mind screamed warnings. Screamed for her to get up and run. Yet, she didn't. Blinking, she said nothing to give Jadda any other sort of satisfaction.

Then, Jadda gazed briefly at Keilan. A twinkle of chaos flickered in her amber eyes as she began removing the black shift Kylla wore. Kylla let her sister move her body as she pleased, saying nor acting out in protest. Then, Jadda began chanting to her Queen.

The cryptic words sent a chill through Kylla. Feeling her eyelids grow heavy, she didn't resist as her eyes closed. Faintly, she felt an odd tingle in her body.

Jadda's form had become still as stone as her spidery chant continued. One statue in the room had been positioned above the altar Kylla lie upon. This statue had been carved in honor of Lloth, Lady of Choas. Made of obsidian, the statue was beautiful beyond words. Amber stones were the goddess' eyes, and as the priestess chanted, those stone filled with light. Tilting her head up, Jadda locked gazes with that statue. A gleeful light fired in her eyes.

A hand reached for the silver ring and hovered above Kylla. Letting go of the ring, she continued he chanting. The ring floated in the air above Kylla's chest.

Kylla's breathing had become shallow and slow, as if she slumbered. Her body relaxed against the stone. Somewhere, she felt herself floating, being tugged. Yet, she fought it not.

After several minutes of chanting, a bluish white light completely illuminated Kylla's still body. Jadda wavered in her trance. Then, reaching for the dagger, she focused her gaze on Keilan.

A dark, cruel smile formed on her obsidian lips as she spoke, "Come, Keilan." Her voice sounded like a thousand voices echoing in the chamber room. Commanding and seductive.

As she watched Keilan, a hand reached for the ceremonial dagger. The blade was made of obsidian. The hilt made of black gold and shaped into that of a spider. The legs of the spider were positioned so that when the main blade of the dagger entered the body, the legs would bury themselves and cling inside the victim until death was apparent.

Tears of frustration showed in his eyes, but he would never give Jadda the pleasure of seeing them shed. He stepped forward, his face sullen and dark. One step... He looked up at the obsidian statue, his heart heavy. Two steps... He looked at Jadda's face. Three steps. He stopped and looked down at the face of Kylla. He did not see the ruin that had become his beloved's face, but he saw the beauty that had once been hers. He vowed silently that it would be restored to her.

Kylla's illuminated body seemed to only brighten with each step he took toward her. Jadda's eyes were becoming wildly lit and excited in a dark, twisted way. The ring still hovered above Kylla's body, only it too was enveloped in the same illuminating bluish white light as the silent drow woman.

Jadda held the dagger for Keilan to take. "Pierce her heart," she commanded.

The glare he cast Jadda was filled with desperate anger.

"You ask too much." His words strained, hoarse with the pain that her command filled him. "I... I cannot."

A fierce snarl came from her. She held her ground, again thrusting that dagger for him to take. If he refused again, she would force him to. Either way, he would do this!

"Pierce her heart!" she commanded again. Those thousands of voices echoing loudly in his head.

Kylla felt struggle. Deep in the recesses of where she was, she felt struggle, pain, hatred, sorrow. Yet, she could do nothing, but wait.

The pain of this order... So against the oath he had given as a healer... It was almost as if the dagger were being forced inch by searing inch into his own heart. He could not kill, could not cause pain to another. The fact that it was Kylla only made the pain worse... He closed his eyes, hesitating again, for but a moment. What if he took the dagger and forced it into his own heart... That way she could not force him to take another life. Death for himself would be preferable to what he is going through in Jadda's control. If she could force him to kill Kylla, she could force him to do things against his mother. It would be safer if he died... He reached slowly for the dagger, keeping his face and body-language as neutral as he could, not dwelling on the thoughts of what he was about to do.

Jadda watched him warily. Her breathing was heavy and shallow at the same time. The excitement of the moment made her amber eyes burn brightly, almost turning red.

The priestess's voice entered the male drow's mind. Watch your actions, Keilan Benshanniir. You stray from this course and you forever lose what is dear to you...remember what your forbidden said...

Kylla's body shivered on the altar. Yet, the eyes did not open from the magical slumber.

Then, in his tortured mind, a soothing whisper. Delay no longer...take the dagger...and pierce my heart. Fear not...

It was as if Kylla had found his mind. As if she knew what was happening around her. yet, how could she sound so calm and serene? It would mean her death!

He whispered a soft prayer, Kylla's words making things worse, but the fear of what would happen if he did not do as he was bid forcing him to action.

"Tynin, goddess dear, hear my prayer, I beg thee and guide my hand in fate."

He turned, curling his fingers around the spider hilt and looking down at his forbidden beloved. A single tear coursed down his cheek and splashed on hers as his hand dove down. Down into Kylla's breast.

The dagger bit into the naked flesh of Kylla's breast; the barbed legs burying deeply, and darkly lovingly into her skin. Jadda gave a sudden gasp. Kylla's body arched up, taking the dagger more into her body.

Then, charging into Keilan's mind were every single memory, joyful and painful, Kylla possessed. Flashes of her victories and her sorrows played within his mind. Her guilt sent a horrifying wave into him.

The ring that hovered above her chest brightened to a smoldering white. From the dagger, a stream of silver light sprung and shot into the onyx stone of the ring. Then, Kylla's body fell back...dead.

As the life drained from Kylla and the memories flooded into Keilan, he slumped to the ground, tears falling unchecked. Grief, pain and mostly guilt. He could not live with the knowledge of what he had just done... But he knew that Jadda would not let him die. He knew that, without a shadow of a doubt, the goddess of his mother had left him to rot, alone, in the Underdark. A fitting fate, for one whom he saw as so twisted and evil through even the second-hand memories... He could not move, paralysed by the memories, feelings and torments that filled his mind. Could not do anything more than moan hoarsely. A short moan that sounded more animal like than aught else. He prayed for death.

Cold, evil laughter filled the room. Jadda stood there laughing with cruel triumph. The eyes of the statue above faded away to nothing.

Swiping the ring from the air, she snapped her amber eyes on Keilan's slumped form. A sneer formed on her lips. Walking around, she leaned down and caught his chin in her hand to make him look up at her.

"You and your elder form have wrought chaos that cannot be taken back," she whispered. "The child has been born, and you have killed your forbidden. What righteousness do you hold now over me, Keilan Benshanniir?"

She slapped his face and walked around the altar, staring gleefully at her twin's dead body. Then, she gazed down at the silver ring on her hand. On the belly of the etched spider was a silver rose. She laughed once again...

"Witness," she said cryptically to Keilan.

He looked up and whispered in a voice hoarce with self-loathing, "Kill me..."

Her laughter mocked him.

She ran a finger over the onyx stone of the ring. In some dark place of the circular room, a silver glimmer showed itself. Jadda's lips moved silently as she coaxed the ring to do its magic.

The silver glimmer began to take shape. Slowly, the form of a female drow took shape. A spectre. Much like that of Keilan when he was summoned from the Blackstone to merely speak.

Silver orbs stared out at the dark room. The she drow was dressed in silver robes that only brought out her beautiful ebony skin. Her exotically beautiful face beyond words that a bard used to describe princesses and maidens. Silvery white hair cascaded in gentle waves to her lower back. Willowy and delicate, this black flower stood before Jadda and Keilan.

His own hell had engulfed him and he could not look. Could not even force himself to raises his eyes. He slumped on the floor, defeated. His spirit finally broken.

Looking back at Keilan's slumped form, Jadda scowled. Going to him, she roughly grabbed his armored arm and jerked him to stand.

"Look!" she hissed. "Look!" Her hand grabbed his chin forecfully, and jerked his gaze upward to the spectre.

Silently, the spectre watched. Sorrow crept into the silver eyes. Dead, but not gone. Oh, Gods, what was happening?

His voice was filled with pain, a searing pain that was slowly destroying his soul and even the sight of the spectre could raise no interest in him. He did not even feel as her nails dug into his skin, through the armour. He did not even feel as he stumbled forward. His eyes, now dull and lifeless, gazed upon the spectral form and he said nothing.

"NO!" Jadda hissed, seeing him fall apart.

Snapping her eyes on the spectre, she commanded, "Do something!"

Silently, the spectre came forward. With each step, her ghostly form solidified. Jadda held up Keilan up; her eyes afire with anger. She had not expected for the drow male to react this harshly.

The spectre reached gently for Keilan's saddened face. With tender hands, she tilted his head up so his lifeless eyes met her silver orbs. Her touch was soothing, serene. She gazed into his golden eyes in silence, begging for him to be strong. To not leave her alone.