The idea struck Velentham as he watched Sanria sleep under his spell. It was a simple ploy to get his cousin to leave the cottage and the safety of the ward, to get to Gilean and pry open his mind. He would be able to locate the necklace. He'd show up with Sanria. He'd have the bait so close to Gilean, he'd taunt him with the news that Sanria was now pregnant with *his* child.
There was no waiting. Velentham uttered a spell and both he and Sanria appeared at the edge of the forest by the cottage. He kept her sleeping, wrapped in a bubble of energy to protect her from anything Gilean would try to do. "GILEAN! COME OUT HERE! I HAVE SOMEONE YOU SHOULD SEE!"
Velentham grinned as Gilean came to the door, gloated over the prize he held in the bubble, and taunted with everything he could imagine. Still, his idiot cousin wouldn't leave the ward. Velentham removed the bubble and forced Sanria to remain where she was. Then, his cousin started running his mouth. "You don't remember a lot of things, do you Sanria?"
"She remembers enough," Velentham said, turning Sanria's face to his. "He's making you forget. It's him Sanria. He is the reason you can't remember. That's why he's keeping you confined too. It's not others he's trying to protect you from, he doesn't want you to be free."
"That's enough, Gilean," Velentham warned, his arm around Sanria.
"Remember Sanria. Remember what he's done. He's killed your baby. He's tried to ruin your life."
"Killed..." Sanria said, and Velentham could feel the memory forcing itself to the surface.
"He's keeping you a prisoner. Yes. You had a baby inside you. Not his. He killed it."
"Enough, do you hear me?" Velentham growled, walking toward Gilean. Then all hell broke loose.
Velentham saw the shimmer that enclosed him and fired off a ray of energy meant to fry his cousin. The energy flew around him, encased in a field of antimagic. Unbelieveable. How his cousin had managed it, Velentham did not know, but as soon as he absorbed the magic, the bubble tightened, and he knew the next result.
Velentham turned quickly to see Orn and the Beast, Colin, rushing him. He grabbed Sanria, breathing quickly. His sword... he couldn't even conjure it. He was bested. "STAY BACK OR I'LL SNAP HER NECK!"
"You wouldn't," Gilean said.
"I won't let you have her, cousin. I'd rather her die than be with you."
"If she dies, you die. There is no way you're getting out of this."
"Then I'll go home and you'll be left with no one. Sounds fair enough to me."
With that, his insanity at full tilt, Velentham did to his woman and his unborn child exactly what he said. He heard the muted snap of Sanria's neck and as she fell to the ground, he felt part of his heart wither with her. There was nothing left but to be sent back to Elysium. He taunted the animal until Colin was upon him. He lay on the ground, begging to be returned to his homeland until the swords were thrust through him.
Velentham reached up to touch the blades that protruded from his chest. He laughed pitifully as the life left his body. Then his soul grouped itself into an orb. In a flash, the Celestial's soul crossed every boundary that Velentham could not physically cross, to find itself standing before the Tribunal on Elysium.
