The Perfume of Purgatory

I don’t know where I am. I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, and though the capture scent as long since evaporated from my system, I’ve yet to see a face or hear a voice.

My food is pushed through a slot in the door, one that barely allows a sliver of light in. There are no windows in my prison and no way to count the days I’ve been awake.

My memory comes in patches. I remember the chaos, fighting, seeing Castor battle the intruders and glimpses of Elektra and Nia trying to ward off their attackers. . I don’t know if anyone else was taken. Or worse, if any of them are dead.

It started like any other night, a visit to see Magnus with Castor at my side, Nia joining us and then Elektra. I had wanted to hold him, my son, but Castor would not permit it even though Nia agreed that it might do some good, for which she received a slap, and even though I was not under the misconception that she did it for my benefit, I was grateful nonetheless.

Something bubbles between the two, as it always has. There is a connection between them that we will never have and at times I can’t help but be jealous of that bond. They too, share a son, Aiden. She has never approved of me, of our relationship, and yet, she has taught my daughter and she’s trying to heal my son. For that alone, she has earned my respect and my loyalty, though we are not what I’d call .. friends.

We left the third floor and made our way down into the main room by Castor’s orders, his hand readily attached to my upper arm, half dragging me out of the room so that I could not refuse. There was something he wanted to talk to us about.

When we were all settled, he spoke of Phelps, a name that never ceases to make my stomach churn. We heard a crash, more than one and before the room was invaded and the chaos ensued. I felt myself being dragged from the room, and then.. all is blank.

I still don’t know who my abductors are, whether it be Phelp’s men, or those with another agenda. I don’t know what they plan to do with me. I’m not even sure if anyone knows I’m gone or if anyone is looking for me. If something did happen to Castor, then my destiny is sealed, but even that is something I can live with if only I knew my children were safe.

I think they are, for if they were not, I’m sure I’d know.