Is It Well...
Amiana flicked her tail when the old wizard mentioned her brother. "Pappy-" she started to say when a knock came to the door. The young werewolf ran to the closet and closed it quietly; she held her breath and prayed the visitor would leave soon. "High Wizard Papilus," greeted a woman's voice when the door opened. "Ah, my package. Thank you very much," the old man responded, "Is all well?" The woman stuttered, "Umm... High Wizard Papilus, the Christ is nowhere to be found. What should we do?" The man patted the worried woman's shoulder and ushered her to the door. "Tell them to worry about tomorrow's preparation. This matter is one I will oversee," he assured. Amiana listened for the door to slam shut.
The werewolf girl left her hiding place and sat on the sofa in the large room. Papilius set the package of medicine next to his visitor and sighed, "Did you hear what she said?" Amiana nodded her head and placed the jar in her lap. "Everything is not well. I now wish to return home less, but my most precious piece of me is in that place. Surely you know, Pappy, is the one I came for here? Will he not be able to help my brother, or I, if only in comfort?" Amiana pleaded. An answer didn't come to the girl straight away which caused the young werewolf to tear up. Papilus gave a compassionate look to her and sternly commanded her to go home. The look he wore showed that it wasn't what he wanted to say, but what he needed to.
Amiana began to beg for the old wizard to change his mind. "Pappy please! I don't have this kind of strength! Every moment Arlot lies bland and stale... he- I- I feel my soul pounding as if his lifeforce is being drained into my body," she cried out in tears. The breaking of the child's voice caused Papilus to wince like he'd been struck with a physical wound; still, the old man kept his ground. "Amiana. I don't send you away for my own pleasure! You know very well that Ivory Tower is no place for you. Besides your presence here, Queen Vivian must be sick over you. Whatever alliance I have convinced, it will become null and void if your mother finds you here. Think of your family before you think of anyone else. Be wary, my child, for betrayal comes, and demise; and much of it. The ones you need in life will become the family you care for, such as you are to me," the High Wizard smiled. Amiana sniffled, "Thank you, Pappy. I will return at the soonest occurrence possible." The werewolf then made her way back to Hell without realizing the being watching her from the shadows. "Amiana..." it whispered.
When the werewolf girl reached Hell's fortress, she could tell that her grandfather was angry. The fire all around burned brighter- and hotter than usual. Amiana walked as fast and soundlessly she could through the hallway, but just as she arrived at her room, she saw her mother. "I see you're back," Vivian smiled sarcastically. The reaction was nothing less than what Amiana expected. "Yes, I'm home now," the silver-haired girl replied expecting a blow-up from her mother. Vivian didn't do that though, and instead she locked eyes with her daughter while her long tail flicked around behind her. "Where were you, Amiana?" she demanded for response. The young werewolf stared into her mother's eyes until everything fuzzed about, "I had something to look into."
Amiana was sure that her mother would reprimand her now, and she was correct. Vivian had enough of the sneaky answers and slammed her fist against the wall. "Oh? You had something to look into, did you? What was so important to you that your own flesh and blood was left to suffer alone? Huh? Do you know that when we arrived, Xiana had fainted from crying? Of course, you don't! Instead of standing beside your family, you chose to run off like you always do. Amiana, you are my darling and sweet daughter, but you have this horrid habit of causing trouble," Vivian ranted before taking a breath and calming herself. "Pray tell, my pup, where were you?" she begged, but Amiana kept her eyes to the floor. Defeated and upset, Vivian left her child all alone; there wasn't any way she was going to make her pup speak.
The young werewolf walked into her empty room and fell onto the bed. The small packet of medicine crinkled against her chest. The girl took in a shaky breath and walked to the door. "Whew," she breathed out her frustration. Amiana was upset that she dodged her mother, and that she used her in an attempt to punish herself. Internally, the werewolf cleared her thoughts and prioritized her goal: Arlot's medicine. She silently made her way up the stairs when she overheard her family in the den. "She won't say where she's been," Vivian said worriedly before Xuario's voice came into earshot. "I think you've had too much whine that it has started showing, my dear sister. This predicament is upsetting for us all, but you absolutely cannot be blubbering like you are. I am just as bothered as you; my own child was also left in her vulnerable state to a point of exhaustion," the vampire grumbled.
Amiana shook her head as a way to shun her guilty conscious. Quickly, she ran and applied her brother's medication before returning to the stairwell. Upon listening in, the silver-haired werewolf noticed her father's entrance to the room. "Hello, my darling!" had cooed Vivian. It was no question that Juliet was also present in the room. "Are they back yet?" Scarrden asked in his booming voice. Amiana flicked her wolf ears in curiosity. Xiana was asleep in her room and everyone else seemed to be in the den, all except, Lucifer. "Amiana's returned, but she isn't responding to me," Amiana heard her mother say. The girl's father sighed, "I'll go speak with her now." The werewolf began to panic when she heard the door shut and began to run to her room.