Amethyst randomly get teleported to the castle, she pranced around like a baby deer inside the castle until she reached Origin's room, (Idk which room he's doing this in-) she feels tons of magic energy flowing out of the room, she decides that she should just go in, she changes into a dark element animal, a snake and slithers under the door very quietly.

Mali goes into Amethyst's room, seeing she's not here, she checks the rest of the house, she gets worried and flies to the dark fairies castle

Origin stands with his back to the door, arms outstretched, chanting in a strange language under his breath. You can't see his face, but the full force of his corrupted aura is pulsing throughout the room. It's enough to corrupt a weaker fairy by sheer brute force.

Malis sees a snake of the dark element go inside Lord Origin's room. "What is she doing?" Malis thought. He turned to a small spider and follows Amethyst inside. Malis had to pause because of the corrupted magic going on in the room from Lord Origin.

Amethyst transforms back and walks towards Origin, she looks at the items, once her eyes get to the vile of blood, she freezes, she taps Origin's shoulder. Mali just knows Amethyst is going to do something absolutely stupid

Malis looked at Mali and looked back at Amethyst. He turns to a black shadow bat and watched. He gets ready to attack Origin if something goes wrong.

Origin stands up very straight, eyes, which are currently unseen, widening and then narrowing again. Without turning around, his voice, which is deeper and raspier than usual, hisses, "What is the meaning of this?"

Malis starts to gather some dark magic and waits to attack Origin if he harms Amethyst.

"Okay, so you decided that going for the literal love of my life was a better idea?" She asks, voice literally full of anger, she's suddenly in front of him. Mali facepalms herself, "She's definitely an idiot-" Mali thinks to herself

(bounces in seat, awaiting dark magic wham-boom-pow montage.)
Origin cannot see Amethyst, and figures it must be one of the high-rankers. Impeccable timing, he grumbles to himself. "I imagine you must be sleepwalking or something of the sort, miss?"