548 He's gone.

 'Xula…' the word stuck. A portal conjured immediately after Igna nodded. The queen stretched her arms in vain, wanting to have a thing she'd given up hope. Besides Staxius, no one had called her by the real name; even the fiancé failed in the end. A young boy, bearing the blood of her husband, and who also bore a striking resemblance – used the cursed weapons and knew stuff not even the closest confidants knew.

 "The little pest," gritted Eira, "-mother, please allow me to hunt them down!"

 "No," interjected Lord Lucifer, "-the lady queen needs a few to recuperate. You have another matter to attend to, isn't that right?" 

 "Yes," the jumpy attitude silenced into obedience, "-I'll make the necessary preparations."

A few hours later, at around 13:00, the cousins were inside Rotherham holding conniving smirks. All who walk past questioned the expression for it bared resemblance to those young boys would have after having completed a mischievous deed.