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The biography of Olette is not nearly as important and beneficial of that of her counterpart, for Dutchess Ragnovah is a merely a simple being. No, it is much more grave for you to understand the threat her Shadow poses, although there are a few crucial details to know about Olette.
Olette Falgood was born a princess in the reaches of Skyfell to her parents King Isaac and Queen Sibara. When Olette was born, however, her soul was far too weak to carry her through the first few days of life. The King and Queen frantically sought medical aid and religious guidance, but were met with only two options: they could wait, and hope, and fail; or they could pray for a spirit to rest with Olette's soul until her dying day. Desperate, they chose the latter, and made a grave mistake. The only spirits willing to give away their freedom had malicious intent, hidden, of course, from the terrified parents.
Thus, Ettelo was born. The evil Silhouette slept for years within Olette, only possessing her shadow from time to time to frighten her. When the princess was merely fourteen, the Silhouette began her possessions of Olette's body. It was then that the King and Queen's mistake was clear, but they would not realize this for long. Ettelo, as the Shadow called herself, introduced the rulers to their mistake by killing the King in cold blood. Queen Sibara, terrified and misguided, exiled her daughter from the castle and died shortly after of a broken heart.
Princess Olette, however, does not remember their deaths.
Ettelo has but a few horrendous attributes and skills that make her, at best, difficult and dangerous to deal with. She is able to possess, any body which casts a shadow, or just the shadow itself. She is extremely manipulative and acts remorselessly with everything and everyone. Her greatest powers revolve around Olette, the most prominent being her power to literally tear Olette apart from the inside and mess with her memory.
It may serve you wisely to not befriend or even interact with Olette, as only one person has successfully been able to ward off Ettelo's tricks. Olette's husband, Duke Alcatone Ragnovah, is the sole survivor.
So begins...
Alcatone Ragnovah took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly as he walked over to the balcony. He dusted off the dirty trench coat that he had been wearing for years. He always had arguments with advisors and visitors alike about his "poor" attire. He watched over the residents still conducting business, despite how late it was. The small tavern down the street filled the quiet night with music, cheers, and the occasional fight. His domain only consisted of a few hundred townspeople, but they were active enough that it seemed like a fully established city. It always seemed damp though. Whether or not you actually saw the rain or not, the stone always glistened in the moonlight. Tonight, the air was cold. His long, dark hair tossed to the side from the chilled wind. Soon the roads and buildings would be little more than a resting place for the snow. He looked forward to it. He stretched his arms wide, yawning. Most people would be going to bed, but his "day" was just beginning. Yet he couldn't start it without seeing the most important people first...
The Silhouette lurked behind Alcatone, watching him eerily with violet eyes. She sighed loudly, fully aware that the Duke would not turn to acknowledge her hallowed presence. She understood that he knew better, for his Duchess never sighed. Still, Ettelo crept to Alcatone, trying not to laugh.
While she kept a shaded form of her delightful counterpart, Ettelo encompassed the shadows with a too-fond embrace. She leaned on the edge of the balcony, a good distance from the Duke, and searched the land before them.
"Chilly evening tonight, yeah? How many do you think you'll kill tonight?
Alcatone couldn't help but let out a light snort after Ettelo spoke. He began to act like he was counting in his head.
"It may be chilly, but we both know it only grows colder with your presence. Let's see... Add two. Carry the seven...All in all a nice zero deaths will occur. Why? Does the grand Ettelo plan on playing puppeteer with me?"
He kept his calm as best as he possibly could. She always had a silver tongue sharp enough to end him.
"You don't realize how powerful my Olette is. Perhaps she is the one that allows you to exist."
He didn't notice the grip he had on the balcony. It began to creak under the pressure.
"One day, these fangs will feast on your wretched soul, and you will torment her no more."
Alcatone's concerned frown slowly converted into a bright smile. He wrapped Olette into his arms in such a way that threatened to never end. Her scent always filled him with such comfort. The sound of her heartbeat almost lulling him into a trance.
"She was as Ettelo always is. Always leaves a bitchy aftertaste. Anyway, I suppose I'm ready, but..."
He rested his hand upon her cheek, staring right into his eyes of his beloved Dutchess.
"How are you, my Lovely? It fills me with dread to see you like that during the transformation. "
Olette rolled her eyes coyly to him.
"Oh, Alcatone, it used to be much worse. I feel much better already!"
The Duchess fell easily into her husband's embrace. She sighed heavily with guilt, wishing silently for the Duke to never interact with her wretched soul. Olette's unease did not last long, however; Alcatone was always strong, and walked firmly on the ground despite receiving the heavy blows Ettelo curled his way. But, if it was up to her, she would promise him that Ettelo would sleep in silence within her.
"I've made sure that Benji is keeping an eye on Octavian and Nieve," Olette continued, leaning up to kiss him softly. She let herself linger there, tasting the bittersweet lips. She pulled away gently, and looked up into his eyes.
"She won't let me stay much longer, I can feel her pulling at my ribs. Please be safe tonight, ok? I'll do what I can to keep her at bay, but..."
Olette rested her head against her place on his chest. His heartbeat echoed with hers.
"I love you, Alcatone."
Alcatone closed his eyes as she rested her head. He knew she was hiding what she felt. He could feel it. While he ran his fingers through her hair, the other hand softly ran its course up and down her back.
"I love you too, Olette. Always."
Alcatone did not want his dutchess to go. The snow was near. He longed to see his children and wife playing in the winter's sheet.
To see them smile and laugh, nothing could match.
"Come back soon. This place will collapse without my Dutchess."
Olette closed her eyes and smiled. She leaned up to kiss her husband once more, but the Silhouette grew impatient. Rapidly the shadows crept on to the Duchess' body, and in the blink of an eye Ettelo's gaze cast once more onto Alcatone. She clenched her fingers into his cheeks, pulling him closer to her.
"I used to help you, don't you remember that? You ungrateful pig. You act like you aren't pleased with my presence. Don't forget that it is I alone who keep her alive. If it were simple to find another body, I would. Trust me. Ironically, that's what I've come back to chat with you about. That, and..." Ettelo snickered. "I've got a problem with your kids. Come on, creature. Let's go into the night."
The Silhouette jumped onto the edge of the balcony, staring down below at the Duke. Her eyes pierced through the shadows that hung heavily on her face. Eagerly, Ettelo leaned forward ready to jump.
He drew in a lengthy breath before letting out a low growl. Before Ettelo could object, he pulled her against him tight as he leapt forward. He wasn't about to let Ettelo do grand leaps with Olette's body. Alcatone landed on the ground with ease placing Ettelo on her feet.
"Yes, you've helped me, but you've equally wronged me as well. Maybe even more so. Do not try to bribe me with your past good deeds. They will fall on deaf ears."
He folded his arms into his coat, watching the Shadow carefully. He did not want to play circus, jumping through Ettelo's scorching hoops, but if it meant returning Olette home safely, he would become hoop jumping master.
"And what problem do you have with my children? Did they bully you? Call you names?"
The Shadow smirked at Alcatone, and slowly walked towards him. She glared at him, making him know that he was about to suffer. Her steps grew more daunting, her lips curling even more.
"They did nothing but exist, Alcatone. It's a shame you haven't realized this sooner....Haven't you ever wondered how poor, fragile Olette managed to bear your children in MY body?"
Ettelo raised her right hand out to Alcatone, stopping just inches before him. She curled her fingers, taunting him to come closer to her.
"I'm resting in their souls, Alcatone. Just like Olette. You didn't think your children were safe from me, did you?"
With a quick snap, Ettelo opened her hand to her rival and sneered. In the distance, Octavian and Nieve's cries erupted. It wasn't their usual calls for their parents, no; their shrieks were dripping pain.
Time seemed to slow as his children's screams echoed throughout. His heart sank to unfathomable depths. He roared in rage and sorrow as he grabbed Ettelo's arm, leapt swiftly back up to the balcony, and dragged her filthy existence behind him.
"YOU LEAVE OUR CHILDREN OUT OF THIS YOU FILTHY VERMIN!! I WILL TAKE YOUR SHADOW AND STRANGLE YOU WITH IT!!!"
Ettelo laughed. Her voice echoed and crackled along the castle walls. The babies cried undulated, as Benji was surely trying desperately to soothe them back to sleep. The Silhouette stuck her foot in front of Alcatone's, causing him to trip and release his grip on her.
"I'll leave them be, Duke, but there's something you must do for me.
" What could you possibly want from me when you already have my life?"
Alcatone picked himself up slowly. He trembled with equal parts of fear and anger. His made sure to look the Shadow in the eyes. He clenched his fists so tight, that the floor began receiving a steady drip of crimson. He wanted nothing more than to run to Octavian and Nieve, but the solution to end their suffering and Olette's stood before him.
Ettelo stood firmly before him, eyes unmoving.
"I'll grant you a two-for-one deal, yeah? Give me another body to possess, and I will leave Olette alone. Then, give me Octavian. With my own body I'll need an heir, and I will take away my part of Nieve's soul and give it to him. To make it easier on your pathetic wife, I will erase any memory of your son. You've got 24 hours, Duke."
The Silhouette kicked Alcatone in his chest, knocking him onto the floor. She kept her foot pressed onto him, glaring down at him with a cold grin.
"And to think, I can leave your lives forever. Wouldn't it be...lovely."
Her laughed echoed once more throughout Alcatone's halls as she made the switch back to Olette. As the shadows faded from her body, the Twins' cries immediately pacified.The Duchess collapsed onto him, barely able to catch her breath. Once she oriented herself, Olette looked down at Alcatone with frightened eyes.
"Alcatone!! Why are you on the floor?! What did she do to you?!"
Tears began to pour onto Alcatone's tattered coat. Olette weakly pulled her husband to him. It was a living nightmare every time she woke from her forced slumber to see her beloved broken or beaten.
"Please, Alcatone, tell me what happened!!"
Throughout his entire existence, Alcatone had made countless decisions. Decisions that effected him and others for good or ill. He had killed. He had saved. He had loved. He had betrayed. But this was one he didn't believe he could make without dying inside. He was their father. He was Olette's husband. He should be able to protect them from the horrors that surrounded them. Yet Ettelo always succeeded in showing his lack of ability.
Alcatone looked into his wife's eyes, trying his absolute best to hold back his tears. He pulled her into a tight embrace, rocking her back and forth gently. He felt a terror that was unknown to him. He would not let Olette see. He kissed her forehead softly before speaking.
"Don't you worry about me. Not at all. Everything is fine."
Alcatone let his hand travel to hers, interlocking his fingers with hers
Olette shook her head, wiping away her tears. She knew Alcatone well enough to know when he was being strong for her, and when he was struggling to do so. He was on the ground, for Heaven's sake!
"Did she hurt you again?" Olette frantically searched for blood anywhere in sight on his body. Her muscles tightened up as her nerves kicked in. Something was wrong. She normally could feel Ettelo's anger or pleasure boil in her blood, but she felt...nothing. Could she...could Ettelo be waiting?
"Alcatone, I'm your partner in this. What happened? Are you ok?"
Alcatone looked down into Olette's eyes. Normally he enjoyed getting lost in them, but he could feel his Dutchess looking back at him, but Ettelo as well. He made a vow to himself to tear her limb from limb when the time was right. He made the decision. He knew what he was going to do. What he had to do.
"Olette....do you trust me? Do you believe I would do anything for you and our children if I thought it would save you?"
His voice trembled slightly while he spoke. He hated seeing her like this. She was the Sun to him. She deserved to shine as bright as she could. He waited for her reply. He waited with a heavy heart.
"Alcatone, I..."
Olette looked deeply into her husband's eyes, then quickly embraced him. She held on, trembling in his arms.
"I know you would give your life for us, Alcatone. Please tell me that's not what she's asking. Tell me she isn't taking my family from me!"
His lips landed softly on her head. He had an idea, but first it required sacrifice. He knew of the high probability of failure. He could lose not only his son, but his wife and daughter as well. He loved them. They were everything and more to him.
"I wish it was that simple. I wish I could give my life so you, Octavian, and Nieve could live a life without fear of an insalubrious being. You know Ettelo though. It's never that simple...."
He waved a few maids away that had gathered behind them. There did not need to be an audience. He took a deep breath and looked once more into the eyes of his his bright Sun.
Olette never took her eyes off of her husband. She rested her hands on his, holding them tightly.
"Alcatone," she began, "what's going on?"
"Just.....let's be a family today. No politics. No planning events. No guests. Just us and the kids today."
He pulled her hands up to his lips, kissing them softly. Twenty four hours. He was going to make them last.
Olette looked deeply into Alcatone's eyes, nodding gently. Her lip quivered as she caressed his face, rigid with worry. She knew he wasn't telling her everything, but she trusted him. Alcatone always protected her and the family, and she trusted him to do the same now as ever before. Slowly, Olette rose from the ground and pulled her husband with her. She gently adjusted his coat and left her hands on his chest.
"Alcatone..." Olette began, but she had nothing more to say. Tears filled her eyes but she did not let them break. Her gut curled as she stared at her Duke. When she was allowed control again, he was on the floor, blatantly frightened. He seldom suggested ideas for their days, as well. Most days Alcatone spent with his family, and Olette feared the sorrow in his request. But she knew if she waited long enough, he would tell her what Ettelo said, or she would see it for herself soon enough.
Deep inside the Duchess, in the depths of her soul, just beyond her conscious, the Silhouette waited impatiently. The Duke was not always clever, but he was equally stubborn. It was no matter, for Ettelo always won.
And she seldom kept her word.
Alcatone pulled Olette against him, he dove once more into her eyes with his, and pressed his lips to hers. He held her tight, she always felt perfect in his arms. He would find a way to make things right. If he couldn't, Ettelo would burn with him. He pulled from the kiss and brushed her cheek with his thumb.
"It should snow soon, my Lovely. Let's get the kids and go make the best god damn snowman and angels that ever existed."
The Dutchess nodded once more after returning his kiss. She walked with him down the beautiful hallways, passing the smiling help on their way. Olette could barely manage a convincing smile. Though she did not want to alarm those who worked so hard to help her, she wanted her husband to know her displeasure with his evasive conversation.
After a few silent moments, they walked into the nursery where two grinning faces peeked through their cribs. Benjiro, the only guard from Olette's home that came with her from their distant homeland, smiled and bowed as the Duke and His Dutchess greeted him. Benji, as he preferred, was Olette's oldest friend and proclaimed uncle to the twins he guarded whenever Ettelo was about. After saying goodbye, Benji bowed once more and left parent with child.
Olette finally grinned and scooped up Nieve, kissing her hair that was as white as the snow she was named for. Both twins bared their baby vampire teeth, and Olette shook her head as she looked to Alcatone.
Alcatone picked up Octavian and held him tight. He couldn't help but grin when his son and daughter smiled, showing off their little fangs. Alcatone thought it was one of the cutest things he had ever seen.
"How are my little vampires? Keep Uncle Benji busy?"
Alcatone did his best to hide the growing dread in his heart. This would be a perfect day for them.