Heart or Spell

Alex:
— You are before me once more Macedonian. Why have you summoned me? - The Sorceress demands, two voices seem to come out of her mouth forming her every word.
— Ma'am. - I whisper lowering my head before her.
She laugh, it’s not a happy laugh but a cold, cynical-sounding one.
I raise my face to her and my little witch’s sweet little face has been replaced by a mask of mockery and evil I never thought I would see.
— So... you've finally understood.- She widens her strange purplish eyes and shows me her teeth in the most horrible imitation of a smile.
— I’m tired, ma'am. I have made you come because I am finally ready.
Her expression changes and becomes serious, she straightens up to her body's full height and looks around, taking in her soundings.
— You are really conceited, Alexandros. You have brought me back... yes, but that doesn't mean I'm going to help you.
— Madam, please. - I moan in distress, prostrating my face on the ground.
My face touches the earth, it is at a level with the hem of the robe she wears. For a few minutes I contemplate how the fabric sways in the wind.
— I beg of you, Sorceress. Grant me rest.
— Hmmm. - she sighs disinterestedly. - The dead cannot interfere in the affairs of the living, Macedonian. Maybe you've learned the lesson I wanted to teach you so long ago, the world is ungovernable, human beings don't need kings.They need leaders who preach by example a different path from that of war and slaughter. Your arrogance amazes me, but I must admit that I am impressed. Your daring knows no bounds,you used my heiress to force me to come to you... Harrumph!
— Desperate circumstances require...
She raises an imperious hand in the air.
— Don't bore me with your cheap justifications. I can read you like a book, Macedonian. You really like this girl, it is the first time in many centuries you really feel something for someone.- she squints her eyes at me.- However, you haven't thought, you haven't considered once ... converting her and sharing your existence with her, and I wonder ... why?
The Sorceress looks me in the eye, seeming to read the darkest secrets of my soul. Her eyebrows go up and she smiles. This time giving me a genuine smile, a closed-lipped one, but genuine none the less.
— I see. Well, since you are determined to follow this course, I will show you your options ... two paths open before you, two ways in which to achieve your purpose to die. - she is silent for a moment, then fixes her demonic glance on Patrick who is kneeling next to me, she points at him with the index finger.
— You must tear the heart out of the chest of the man who has accompanied you all these centuries, and bite into it. By drinking the blood of his heart you will both die and you will be free, Mégas.
I hiss showing her my fangs, Patrick adopts a defensive posture and we both face her.
Yoleandra raises her eyebrows, the expression on her face is one of boredom. She addresses Patrick and asks maliciously.
— Are you still willing to give your life for him, General?
Patrick looks at me.
— My Lord?
I stand up and Patrick follows suit.
— I'm not going to do that. I'm not sacrificing Patrick. What is my other option?
With one hand she points to herself.
— My heir must cast a spell to free you. You should know that said spell could well kill her too.
I roar and Yoleandra laughs. It's a supernatural laugh, a two-part laugh.
— I warned you a long time ago Macedonian... I warned you that your arrogance would have consequences. - She opens her arms invitingly. - I've shown you the way. Now you must choose between the man who has been your shadow all your life or the girl who you have lied to, to get what you want. Choose wisely.
She gives us one last look.
—Alea jacta est!- exclaims the Sorceress, closing her eyes. The star stone emits a blinding white glow and I hold Yolie's body before she falls unconsciously to the ground.