Chapter Two

Dalia Grey

Vision

Nordic lands

650 B.C

Bjørn Stormrider was returning from his viking raids and like every other drakkar he had a longship full of loot from his pillagings and an unrelenting hitched to be buried once again in the arms of his wife and daughter

As there ships drew nearer to Nordic shores he offered his thanks to his patron gods Njórdand Tyr for safe passage through the seas and for victory, offering up sacrifices and ululations, he then tried to set his mind on other things,but the prospect of reuniting with Solveig and their little Skuld kept him on edge, restless and agile he began making his way to the prow of his ship

"Men" he proclaimed in a loud voice which ensued silence "The gods have granted us favorable winds til now, now it's time for us to grab our oars and ride our waters like the maddened men we are, for family!"

His call was met by hollers and gyration as each man set himself on edge, rowing as if his life depended on it, the drummers began a feverish tempo which drove the men to greater vigor and it was just as the sun went down that their boats touched viking shores

Each man alighted his boat with his own share of the loot, each met by a happy face or a warm embrace, all except Bjørn, the first thing he noticed were Solveig's red eyes and her frail composure

"Bjørn" she called her voice all but a whisper "they took her!, Skuld is gone"she wailed

The clanging of metal against the ground hushed the already forming crowd

"Where?" came his voice nothing more than a faint whisper "where is she?!"

"Blòt, the sacrifices, I couldn't stop them!" She cried out

Howling like a wounded animal, the mighty man pushed his way through running through the crowd, past the lake and through the forest, he didn't stop until he'd reached the place of blòt

He got there just in time to see his daughter's head been laid on the stump

"No!" He boomed "godï please no!"

The magical threshold held him back and no matter his brute strength all he could do was watch

as the hangman readied his bloody axe

"Please no!" Came her voice "father save me please!"

"Odin gives and we must give back!" Came the priest's (godï) voice

"No not her I beg you" Bjørn all but screamed

Ignoring his pleas the signal was given and the axe was brought down sending her head rolling

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A light tap on her shoulder brought Evangeline back to reality and it took all of her willpower not to let out a pitiful wail, the ghost of the dream lingered faintly around her neck, her mother must've noticed because she began feeling her temperature

"You all right?" she asked her blue eyes filling up with concern

"Yeah I'm fine,just a little sore from the ride" she replied with a fake smile

These lies seemed to get easier to flow out, ignoring the harsh grip of remorse, she hauled her lazy ass out of the car into her glamour prison which she called home, and just her luck to have the bastard and his three trollish sons sprawled across the couch

"Thought you were going to sleep all day!" Called the eldest Darryl, who focused his beady little eyes on her

"Yeah she's still acting abnormal, you sure Crazy Dalia ain't so crazy anymore?!" Saul replied

Michael mumbled something about the boys respecting her, which was quickly by the boisterous laughter that cut across the room, and they went on with their lives, leaving her forgotten, she silently creepy up the stairs to her darkroom unwilling to attract the attention back to herself

Once in her room she slammed the door shut, bolting it so hard she cut herself, once in her quiet space she let the tears flow, muffling the heart wrenching sobs with her pillows, if only she was more normal, if only she could fit in, she'd have more people who'd be willing to love her, she could try all,she wanted, but deep down she knew how much of a broken vessel she really was and nobody loved broken things.

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Shay Morrigan

Pythian realm

Shay Morrigan was the embodiment of bitterness, powerless in a world where magic seemed to be the criterion for simple existence, no one wanted to know if she could go toe to toe With an Alpha and come out unscathed, no one wanted to know how witty and intuitive she was, they didn't give a damn about her, she was useless as far as even her own Guardians were concerned, instead everyone fawned over the pretty Evangeline, Evangeline's this and Evangeline that, always taking everything including her fucking birthright.

She was Lord Callum's betrothed, it was her right to have been the one on that altar, not that he'd even care, as far he had a subservient first rage to flash at parties and warm his bed, he didn't even care,but still he was hers and she'd been cheated

Her anger had brooded and festered like and open sore and she needed to let it out and what other way than to go looking for a beating. Dressed in a black sleek dress that left little room for imagination, she grabbed the attention of every male and not so straight female as she walked up to the entrance of Club Bad.

Trust the Lupines to come up with such stupid names, who names a club Bad,more like barf

"Oi!" She snapped her fingers at the bouncer whose eyes were roaming over her voluptuous figure "I'm here to see Luciano Montel"

"He is not expecting visitors" he growled "but I could keep you company" he ended licking his meaty lips

She'd be waiting for this and an odd spasm of pleasure shot through her as her knee came into hard impact with his groin sending him to his knees

"Tell Lucian that a member of the Conjugate is here to see him, one way or another" she said sweetly

"Bitch!" He growled "I am going to rip you into shreds"

The sickening crunch of bone rang as her heel connected with his palm, shattering his bone and impaling his flesh

"Tell Lucian to get his butt outside before there's nothing left of you"

Another string of curses, and he was met hard kick deftly shattering his ribs, she felt the bloodlust take over and she began to kick him, rather savagely deriving passion from his limp wounded body

"Enough!" A silky yet strong voice boomed "you dare attack a member of my pack on my territory!, You either must be very stupid or very brave!"

Luciano Montel stepped into the light, one glance and one could tell he was young for an alpha, despite the impressive jawline and the devilish sex appeal he oozed, there was a certain naivety that twinkled in his eyes

''Shay Morrigan" she called, defiance stamped onto every syllable of her words "Member of the Lower Conjugate and your escort into the earth realm."

She pushed past him forcing her way despite his bulky nature

"Teach your pack better manners and maybe one of them won't be sprawled half dead across the floor" she whispered in his ears "and put more authority in that voice or you won't last long as an Alpha, I'll see you inside Mr Lucian"

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Unknown POV

The universe in it's own talkative ways had divulged it's secrets, her slutty husband was probably whoring off with some lesser beings, he'd made it quite clear that this joy was her's, he was simply the one to devour after she'd finally completed her task, a task at which she'd failed at for eons, but not this time, she rend the fabric of reality to ashes if that's what's it took, this time, she'd kill them all.

"Nike ego te voco, fac iussa mea". She howled against the wind

The translation was instant as the the goddess Nike materialized next to her

"You called mistress?" She said in a silky smooth tone bowing

"Yes" came her serpentine voice "the time has come for you to repay your debts"

"As you wish mistress" came Nike's monotone reply

"Good" she hissed "Because I need you to help me reunite my family in bloodshed"

A gleeful cackle arose from her throat and her face constricted evilly as her laugh echoed off into the night, things were about to get very interesting.

The familiar whooshing sound of her beloved's appearance sent a collective shiver running through both their veins, one of fear and one of complete pleasure

"What has gotten you so ecstatic?" He said with his bloodstained teeth

"A little too much fun with your new toy!" She questioned

"She broke just like they all do, I can't wait to wash this world of these lesser creatures!"

"It won't be Long now, they are ripe and ready for harvesting, this time I will not fail you!"

"You had better not this time, I grow impatient!" He growled

"Easy there milord, soon we'll crush this world at our feet!" She said excitedly

"And rebuild anew!" They said in maddened unison

But they weren't the only ones with plans, Nike watched the blood crazed couple celebrate, they'd be foolish I they thought she'd play alongside this massacre, she had much better use for the sisters and what an opportunity she'd been given, their heads on a platter of gold.

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