[@Lich]

"Mortiphone, Goddess of Love and Death, please allow your energy to cleanse us of impurities and protect us from evil. Lord Espiritus, Shepard of Souls and King of Spirits, please guide us in our time of need. Sweet Trinity, Sisters of Fate-"

"I'm so sorry to disturb you, My Queen, but Avia has seen something of interest." A small white fox and golden tom cat rubbed against Belladonna's side as she kneeled before the altars of her gods. She had been praying for over an hour at this point, but a part of her still feared that her pleas fell on deaf ears. She opened her eyes and they drifted to the furry figures near her. "It's of no trouble, Darling." She smiled softly, stroking the feline in a gentle manner.

"She claims that the Lich King is to meet with the Dark Lord." Belladonna sighed, rising from her kneeling position. She didn't know what to make of this. She had sent Avia to follow any messengers leaving the Dark Lord's palace and it seemed that he deeply desired Anvarwel to join his ranks. Belladonna had not yet received a request, but she was positive that it would eventually come. The Dark Lord would come to desire every piece of land in his reach.

The queen sighed and rubbed her temples. She knew the Undead King would not bend so easily, but still, if the Dark Lord added his hordes to his already endless army, she knew that the Black Forest would be no match for his power. "Please bring me the mirror. I need to see for myself." The animals nodded at her and scurried off, only to reappear after several moments with an ornate golden hand mirror.

Belladonna smiled at them, nodding graciously as she took the item. "Please" She whispered to it. "Allow me to see." She lifted her left hand, bringing the ebony claw on her ring finger to the mirror's surface. The reflection morphed and changed, replaced by the image of a red and black carriage pulled large horses and protected by undead soldiers. A feeling of fear gripped her stomach and dragged it down. Belladonna swallowed slightly. What could she do?

She put the mirror down on the altar and sighed once more. She turned and began walking out of the room. "I need to request a council with the Undead King before he speaks with the Dark Lord." The fox's ears pricked up. "How? He's on his way to meet with him at this very moment." Belladonna smiled. "You should know that when a witch wants something, she'll find a way to get it. Let us see what the Lich King has planned." 

A heavy white fog drifted over the road on which Anvarwel's carriage traveled. His horses and men with silently engulfed by the mist, which clouded their slightly. They panicked, but there was nothing to fear. Some of the white whisp seeped into the carriage, slowly taking a feminine shape. After several moments, a ghostly apparition of the Witch Mother sat across from the Undead King. "Hello, Darling." She said with a polite smile. "Sorry about the fog, it might delay your journey a bit, but it's the only way I could make sure the spell would catch up with you."

Her golden eyes stared deeply into the red pits that were his. "I just wanted to pay you a visit. See if your kingdom was faring. Just a queen checking in on her fellow monarch." Her eyes traveled the interior of the carriage as she spoke. "Also, I've heard that you're currently on your way to speak with the Dark Lord. Now, I know you aren't one to submit to another, so I'm curious of your plans." Her smile grew ever so slightly. "I'd like to know just in case he tries to recruit the Black Forest into his ranks."