Livid, I followed as Pastor Gideon took Amaya to the church, how had I not realized he would come for Abigail tonight, he had told me it would be soon. I had planned for Amaya to be gone when it happened. The damn device I gave the pastor just signed her death warrant. My mother had promised me Amaya would be safe. I followed as he walked inside the church and headed towards the cellar; he opened it and the two men that had Abigail threw her in before Pastor Gideon threw Amaya in beside her. I gritted my teeth as anger consumed me, how dare he even touch her, but to treat her this way. I clenched my fists vowing that he would pay for this! After the door was closed, Pastor Gideon locked it and looked at his two henchmen, “Guard this door until we have proper cells built.” He ordered. The men nodded and moved to stand on either side of the door. The courthouse was being renovated, a back portion was being built on for cells and an office. Pastor Gideon left the room, and I followed
I got up off the floor and went to open the door, not surprised finding it was locked, I pushed against it but it didn’t budge, resorting to beating on the door demanding I be let out. It was oddly therapeutic to beat up a door. I did this until my fists were bloody. “Amaya dear, stop. We are not getting out of here.” Abigail spoke from her spot on the ground. "What about my abilities? Won't they work?" I asked as I tried to will my ability to work. Abigail shook her head, "No, they are working with someone who was able to ward this place against our type of magic." Even though I knew it wouldn't work, I had to try, I focused all my anger to try to get the door to shake or move or break anything, but nothing happened. "Amaya, it is no use, you are wasting your energy, dear." She repeated as she stood and walked up to me, pulling me away from the door. “You don’t get it; it doesn’t matter what we say we are dead.” I whispered as tears fell down my face, “They did horrible things t
“What’s wrong?” Rook asked as I sat beside him in the dining hall. “You know what is wrong.” I spat as I looked at my food. For my plan to work, I had to wait around for her to be tried and almost executed, but I also had to stay away. It was maddening, not even my day-to-day duties as King could distract me. “I know, you just seem more irritable than usual.” “Do you have anything to report? Did Hellebore or your brother share anything with you about what is going on?” He shook his head, “Sorry, I believe I may be on the chopping block with you on this one. My mother, not that she was much of one, has turned on me for siding with you.” “I am sorry. It must be hard for your mother to betray you like that.” I felt bad for Rook. All he wanted was to be accepted by his family, he never said as much, but I could tell by his drive to better himself and to become stronger. He worked hard to make himself into the type of leader that an army could look up too. Unlike his mother and brother
It turned out that Abigail couldn't communicate with the goddess essence, and that she could use the goddess's abilities, and that was how she learned about the future and what had happened to magic. The essence was basically the goddess's soul, or the core of her being. They sealed her body in a tomb in the heaven plane. Sin was trying to locate it to help her get her body back. Abigail was asleep in the corner and although I tried, I could not sleep, the cold floor was uninviting and the looming threat on my life didn’t help matters. I stood and paced the room, looking around for any weak spots in the walls or door that I could use to escape. Finding nothing, I sat leaning against some empty wine barrels in the corner. “How did everything get so twisted and misplaced?” I mumbled to myself. I heard footsteps approaching and stood as the door opened and Pastor Gideon walked in with Samuel and his two guards; they went to approach Abigail, who was still asleep, and I stood in front o
I didn’t know what to say to her. I didn’t want to ruin the bond I was trying to create, but I needed her to know who I really was. “You may as well tell her, she has known about Sin this entire time.” Abigail informed me. “You knew Sin was a demon?” I was livid. How was she still ok with him knowing what he was? “He trusted her with it unlike someone I know.” Abigail accused, narrowing her eyes. “So, you know about Sin?” Amaya asked, as if she was trying to piece together a puzzle. She stood up and stood by the bars with a questioning look. I sighed and rubbed the back of my neck, “I am his younger brother.” “Are you fucking kidding me?!” she yelled, betrayal written on every feature. “If you are using me in some twisted sibling feud, I will lose it.” She snapped, her voice shaking. “It’s more complicated than that.” “Wait if you are a demon, Samuel. Why are you helping the pastor?” “My name is actually Lazarus, and I am not helping of my own accord.” Tears filled her eyes,
I was furious I was surrounded by liars; they must think I am quite the fool. I am so stupid. How could I have been so blind? How could they keep all of this from me? “Amaya?” Abigail asked as I felt her hand on my back, I stood and moved away from her, I didn’t want to be bothered. They acted like it was no big deal, just dropped it all on me. How was I supposed to process everything? What did they expect? “Please leave me alone.” I mumbled as I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes so I could focus on everything that I had been told, trying to digest the information and the fact that in a few days or hours, I would be executed. I longed to be home, with my books curled up in my bed, drinking coffee and reading the next book on my list. Gods, how I missed coffee, hot baths, and pizza. I could go for a pizza. I wiped the tears away with my sleeve. Well, if I was going to be executed, II mine as well make sure I go out looking like me. When Samuel, I mean Lazarus gets back, I wil
“Sire?” Merula questioned. "Yes? ... What is it?" I snapped as I continued to pace the length of the throne room. I wanted to go see Amaya and make sure she was okay, but if I did, I could ruin my own plan. Damn it, I hope this worked. If it didn’t, then she would be executed along with Abigail, and everything would be for naught. “Your brother Rook is here to see you.” Merula stated, his voice shaking. “Send him in.” I replied as I stormed over to the throne and sat down, agitation ate at me and I really wanted to get this over with. Rook entered and bowed just as Merula turned to leave. “What news do you have?” I asked him as he shuffled uncomfortably. “I’ve overheard some demonesses talking about Lazarus taking over when he comes back with his fated mate, but I overheard my mother talking to one of her guards. She is working with the pastor to sentence and kill witches, what I can’t figure out is why. Why would she be interested in a mortals affair?” “She is going after Amaya
**TRIGGER WARNING!!! Sexual Violence** I heard footsteps heading towards our cell. I stood and moved to the bars expecting to see Lazarus, only it was the pastor's face that came into view. Behind him stood his two goons. When I saw him, I backed away. He had a creepy smile on his face as he looked at me, sending chills down my spine. “What do you want?” I spat at him as he moved to the cell door. “I want to speak to you alone.” He replied simply as he took out the keys and unlocked the door. “I don’t fucken think so.” I retorted as a feeling of ill intent washed over me. "You are my prisoner and you have no choice," he smirked as the two goons moved to enter the cell, coming towards me. Abigail jumped in front of me to protect me. “Move, witch!” the pastor yelled as one goon shoved her and she fell, hitting her head on the floor, knocking her out. Cornered, I tried to fight them off, I slapped the one man, causing his lip to bleed as the other went to grab me. I ducked under his
I was in shock, how the hell had history repeated itself, again I stood in a place I was unfamiliar with a creature that claimed I was his fated mate and belonged to him, and now I had an inconvenient passenger in my body. The Goddess Hekate had moved in and made herself at home. I pushed away from him, “what gives you the right to take me away from them?” He looked down at me with angry eyes. “I have every right to take what is mine, and you are mine.” “I am no one's property!” I yelled at him as my anger and frustration consumed me. I felt the goddess's power bubbling beneath the surface, amplifying my own as my surrounding began to shake and move. “Take me back.” “You think you can order me around,” He asked with a laugh, walking towards me.” “I am not asking. I am telling.” “Sorry, but no, I will not return to my prison in hell, and I don’t think you have the power to force me.” “The ring.” I heard an unfamiliar voice hiss in my head. I looked at my father's ring on my hand
“Your Satan, are you not?” Lazarus questioned. “I am, and you are standing between me and my fated mate. So, move.” Annoyed, he flicked his wrist and sent Lazarus flying. “Again, she is not your fated mate. She is mine and my brothers.” I pointed out, not believing I had actually admitted she belonged to Lazarus as well. He made his way towards us, “move out of my way.” He ordered. “We won’t let you near her, you will not leave this cave.” Lazarus snapped. He laughed in response it was deep mocking laugh that made my skin crawl. “You two demon spawn can try; you have no idea who you are messing with.” “I am afraid they have a point.” The goddess said, stepping out from behind us. “We can’t let you leave and cause chaos in the different planes.” He walked up to her and touched her face, “What is your name?” “My name is Hekate, but this body is Amaya.” “Do you really plan to stand between me and what’s mine?” “I highly doubt you would be willing to kill your fated mate.” She c
I followed Amaya into the darkness of the cave, my mind still reeling from the fight with Hellebore. I had never actually witnessed her use a weapon before and her transforming parts of her body at will was a little unnerving. Amaya’s reaction to Abigail’s death would haunt me forever. I wish I could have saved her from that pain. Personally, I liked Abigail and considered her my friend. I would miss her more than I cared to admit. “Can you see where we are going?” I asked Amaya, but the goddess is who answered. She looked at me with her eerie eyes, which seemed to stand out against the darkness, “I can see in the dark.” She replied, “besides I only need to follow Hellebores thread." “Her thread?” “Every living thing has one, it is one of Amaya’s abilities. I must say, it is quite handy.” “I have never been able to have a conversation with you before, now that we can, it feels weird.” I frowned. “I suppose it would be, I have never been in a host that was able to support my abil
I felt frozen in place, “Lazarus, kill her now, or else!” Hellebore threatened, barely controlling her anger.I pulled out my sword and moved towards Abigail, Amaya moved to stand in front of her.“Lazarus, you don’t have to do this.” She told me the look on her face was enough to break me.“Do it, or you will die in her place.” Hellebore hissed from behind me as followed me. How I hated my mother for everything, because of her, I have always been alone, even segregated from my own brothers.Angry, I turned and plunged the sword into Hellebore’s stomach, her eyes widened then she shook her head with a look of disgust on her face.I released the sword and backed away from her, waiting for the binding spell to take effect, but it didn’t I looked down at my hands confused, how was I still alive?“You, stupid, stupid boy.” She yelled at me as she removed the sword from her stomach. Surprisingly, no blood fell and there wasn’t a mark left on her skin at all. She threw my sword to the groun
I followed the skeleton arms up the mountain, with the others following behind.“What do you see?” Sin asked.“There was a symbol on the stone back there. When I placed my hand on it, a bunch of skeleton arms popped up from the ground, pointing in this direction.” I explained.Sin frowned. “I can’t see anything, just an ordinary mountain trail.”“I can see it fine, not sure why, though.” I replied honestly.Abigail, Magma and I followed until we reached a river that cut through the mountain. Its pink water was steaming.“How do we get across?” I asked, debating if I should touch the water. “The trial picks up again on the other side.”Sin waded into the water; it wasn’t very deep. “The necklace I gave you should protect you, but I rather not risk it.” He frowned.“It doesn’t look too bad.” I pointed out, debating if I should test out the necklace.“I’ll carry you across.” He told me.A little leery I let him pick me up he walked across and me down on the shore and turned to head back
“Cana, we have to get that vial, Maybe Abigail and I can break whatever hold it has on him.”"I will find a way to get it. Keep a close watch on Abigail. I passed the information on to Chusi, so she is aware of what is going on."“Thank you, Cana.”Cana jumped into the air and flew off.I walked over to Sin and shook his shoulder. “Sin, wake up.”He grumbled but slowly open his eyes, “What’s wrong?” he asked when he saw my face.“Hellebore is controlling Lazarus with a vial of blood.”“Vial of blood?” he asked, sitting up, “blood magic is forbidden in hell, has been for hundreds of years."“You know what it is?” I asked, sitting beside him.He nodded, “A demon can force a bond with someone by taking their blood and keeping it on them, the blood is used in a ritual to bind the being to them with the blood making it impossible to turn down their orders, if they somehow manage to defy an order their blood would boil, and the creature would be rendered to ash. It is not an easy bond to br
“What are you doing?” I asked when I heard Sin behind me. “Can I join you?” He asked with a smile as he reached for the button on his jeans. My heart raced as I watched him undress. “I’m assuming that since you didn’t answer that it was a yes.” He chuckled as he stepped into the shower with me. “You are a sneaky demon.” I smiled as he placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes swirling red, orange, and yellow, as he leaned down and kissed me. His hands ran down my arms, sending shivers up my spine. I placed my hands on his muscular chest and pushed him away. “I came in here to shower.” Smirking, I scolded him, trying not to show how aroused I really was. He quirked a brow at me, grabbing the soap from behind me and lathering it into a loofah. “Then let me wash you.” “Really, you are such a brat.” I laughed as he walked behind me and washed my back and ass. He reached around to my front to wash my breasts and stomach as he kissed and nipped my neck. A moan escaped my lips as he
I headed to my room as panic seized me. How could I do as she asked? If I killed Abigail, Amaya would never forgive me, but if I didn’t, I will die and leave Amaya unprotected against my mother. If I could get the vial of my blood from her, I wouldn’t have to do as she says as long as Amaya and Abigail can help me break the binding. If I told them what Hellebore wanted me to do, they may not forgive me for making a deal with her to begin with. They might understand that I did it to protect my brother, but I know my brothers would not forgive me either. I paced the length of my room, trying to decide what I should I do. Deciding my best bet was to talk to Amaya and tell her everything, I left my room and went to look for her. I had looked everywhere in the castle and could not find her. The last place I checked was the throne room. Seeing Merula, I approached him and asked, “Where are Amaya and Abigail?” “They left the castle with the King; I am not sure when they will be back.”
“We need to get back to the castle. I don’t want to leave Hellebore up to her tricks for too long. How fast can you pack?” Sin asked Magma. He left the room and came back with a backpack. “Packed.” He smiled. We climbed back into the boat, and Magnus and Sin rowed us across. After getting out, we headed to the nightmares. “We are short a nightmare.” Sin frowned. “Magnus can ride with me.” Abigail smiled and winked at him. Magnus chuckled, “Thank you.” We mounted and headed back to the castle. Amaya rode beside me while Abagail and Magma trailed slowly behind, lost in conversation. “Those two seem to have hit it off.” Amaya laughed. “So, it would seem.” I chuckled. Amaya was lost in thought and looked puzzled. “What’s wrong, my little flame?” Her cheeks turned red as she asked, “Would his hair burn her?” I laughed, “I honestly have no idea.” A while later, we reached the village surrounding the castle, people looked at us and whispers and gasps broke out among the people wh