The scene surrounding the time lost mag had come to a grinding halt. Starring continuously at her own body was among the last thing she had ever come to think that she could ever comprehend happening to her. Not thinking that something of this sort could even be done, Ananke seemed to have pulled out a little more than expected. If anything, she had thought to have gotten to see images or a video clip of sorts of what her death was to be like. However, instead it seemed as though she had been pushed forward in time to the point where she was overlooking the scene of her demise, as well as several others. As her attention hesitantly moved off of her own corpse onto others, they had seemed to be normal people from the looks of it, but there was never any real tell since there was no obvious difference between a normal person and a mage when they're just corpses.
In all of the silence of the surrounding area, the sound of voices and footsteps crowding together meant others were approaching. She didn't know who it could be, whether someone was coming to gloat or if they were just here for some other reason, but seeing the same person both alive and dead in two different places would surely not look good for Isabella in the slightest. She scrambled quickly to her hands and knees and crawled over behind the first thing she saw big enough to make a cover for her, which happened to be a rather elongated table with no way to see one side through the other, thankfully. Her body trembled with fear as she had to sit quietly, racked with the mental images now branded in her mind of her demise and what had come of it. The thoughts hadn't occurred to her on why her, and more so what the other bodies were around there.
The footsteps and voices had paused momentarily as whomever it had been coming had reached the scene. Her head slowly began to poke around the corner to seem whom had been the guests that arrived, or even the cause of her demise. A man stood with arms folded at his chest in a black coat with golden designed trimmings on it. It almost seemed like a cult-like robe from her point of view, but not from the way he stood. He had long white hair and a pair of demon horns on his head. His face was rather content, almost pleased by the view. "Mmm.. My, such a long time I've waited for this day." He paused, his voice deep and almost.. upbeat. He knelt down by the corpse of Isabella and his finger ran along her cheek, swiping off a small droplet of blood that sat on it. "If only you weren't needed for this ritual, I would have made you my queen for all eternity... Oh well." He rose up to both his feet and licked his finger of the blood and stepped outside a circle.
Turning back around, he held out his hands as they would begin to glow a sky blue color. Strange, ancient tongues of incantations began to spurt from his mouth rising in volume and becoming more and more in stereo until it seemed as though he was speaking through a microphone into speakers, similar to surround sound for comparison purposes. The blood of the bodies surrounding Isabella's body had come to converge in one point, right above her own body. Once theirs had halted, it began to form a large ball before Isabella's blood had begun to pour into it, rising up to be exact and mixing with the already large object. In contrast to a normal occurrence, the sphere would begin to shrink in size until it would stop taking in the time mages blood. "And.. with that, it is complete!!" With that, the glowing hands began to dim into nothing and her blood ceased to add into the object. Once things had settled down, Isabella had set her eyes on a black sphere of sorts, one that could fit into the palm of someones hand.
The object slowly floated down and into his hand and his mouth albeit drooled with excitement over it all. He began to laugh like every generic villain and walked toward the table and set the orb into a glass box and turned to his two minions. "Boys, it's done. Your work will not be in vain, now lets to celebrate in the best way possible." A toothy, evil grin like smirk formed before the blood inside the two men had began to suddenly burst from their bodies, splattered onto the floor and walls as he laughed maniacally. "Soon, I can feast on my first meal, and then, conquer the gods that dare smite my mighty form! BAHAMUT SHALL BE REBORN ANEW!"
In the meantime, Isabella had quietly crawled as best she could to where he set the orb down and looked up over the top of the table. She didn't waste a moment before reaching over and grabbing the orb and shooting back underneath the table looking it over. "What could he possibly hath needed to kill me, to make this thing? W-What ever does it even do?" She wondered, pondering the thoughts before looking to her sides and spotting an entry way of sorts. If she was lucky, she could sneak through there and get out, but there was no telling what it was. She looked it over and thought to herself to have a little bit of an insurance policy, should she be caught. She smiled as in one hand laid this orb, this magically created lacrima from which she had no idea at the time, and created an exact, fake copy of it. The time mage pounced to her feet and began to run quickly and quietly, but she was quickly grabbed up by one hand and raised up, pressed against the cold rocky wall. His other hand rested underneath her chin and pushing her face up to look into his eyes.
He smiled softly before the distinct look had made him look away for a second at the corps and then back to her. "How.. Who are you?" He gave a rather cold stare, but his eyes rung something different to her for some reason. "Y-You should already know that. Seeing as how thine corpse is lying over there." Not once did Isabella's eyes leave his stare. She was more afraid of starring at her own corpse than to fear her own demise right now for being caught, but he looked up at the orb her hand and chuckled softly. "How wonderful. I can have my cake and eat it too, so the humans say... How, delectable. Dear human, if you give this over, you can serve as my queen! This very act now can make it so that we both shall rule over the gods, the demons, the humans forever!" He sounded more inclined to have a queen than to gain his lacrima back honestly, but not so much that he didn't overlook the lacrima for much longer.
Looking to her other hand, he raised a brow and looked back up and blinked. "What is that? How do you have two?" He asked her, making his grip harder on her wrist. Isabella smiled and chuckled before she smirked. "We're gonna play a game here..." She paused and increased the pressure in both hands, making a crack in both the real and fake lacrima, as to make it seem as though the mirrored effect was nothing more than the real thing. "Thou shall pick one hand. If thy chooses correct, then thou shall get thine item back. However, choose wrong, and the right one is transported back in time to a time in which is completely random, and you will just have to go searching throughout time for it." Her game was dangerous, but she had to play a bluff and try to get him to fall for it.
He simply smiled and began to laugh a little before gripping her up by the throat with a tight grip and smashing it into the wall, enough to show his anger, but keeping her conscious. "Stupid human, I can simply kill you and make another! Why would I go through all that trouble!?" The retorting question was true, but it wasn't like Isabella hadn't thought this through, but now she had to simply outsmart someone whom was possibly thousands of years older than she had been.. at least long enough to get out alive. "But then thy great lord Bahamut, thou would not get the queen thy has sought in me. You may never find someone for whom your feelings tie to such as I. If thy would simply have noticed that as well.. Unless my lord has tried to deceive a believer." She stopped speaking, feeling her heart bounding and surely she wouldn't get away with it, having her pulse racing so much.
After what seemed like an hour of him thinking things through, he looked up, then to her other hand and pointed to the hand by her side. "That is the real lacrima. There's no mistaking it." He removed his grip from her throat and arm, holding his hand out as she stumbled to collect her position and look up to it. "Now, hand it over." He ordered, glaring down at the time mage. With a smirk, a large clock shaped field would appear underneath the pair and Isabella would begin to distance herself before holding both lacrima and applying more and more pressure until they both would shatter. She tried her hardest not to flinch as the shards pierced her hand, but instead focused her magic to the face as the shards would float up with small green colored lights around them and vanish. In her other hand, Isabella had used another spell to reverse the small cuts to her hand so that the blood wouldn't give away her rouse. "Lucky for you, I could only.. send them to one time. Good luck. If you hurry, thou demonic being can find it before they spread, if they even will. Plus, then you get to start thy plans sooner in the time period."
In a state of panic, along with her words, he vanished into thin air, leaving Isabella there alone. Opening her hand, she looked at the hand she held the real lacrima in and it had vanished. Her head tilted in confusion before a sudden shooting pain in her head made her legs tremble, dropping to her knees before screaming shot through her mind. One by one, each victim's blood began to infuse with her own and their deaths flashed in her mind. With each added, crippling death, the fear of it all brought along her own and she let out a piercing fearful screech before she passed out seeing her own death for her own self and falling onto the ground, unconscious.