Enzo’s focus drifted to the unconscious form of Knox with heavy significance.
"It would seem that prophecy is finally coming to fruition after all this time. The cycle continues to turn, the scales still unbalanced...for now." A wry smile twisted Enzo's lips, though it held no trace of warmth or humor. "Of course, my own existence was something of an...anomaly to the Delgaard lineage, even back then. I had already begun to suspect there were certain...discrepancies about my heritage that didn't quite add up." He arched a perfectly shaped brow. "I never could figure out why I looked so strikingly different from the rest of my royal kin, for one. Nor why I seemed to possess abilities and an affinity for the ancient forces that far outstripped even my celestial father's prodigious gifts." Enzo's expression sobered once more as his gaze grew distant, his deep baritone taking on a wistful timbre. "My mother Aylah...she always did have an uncanny knack for sensing things beyond the veil of mortal perception, even before the visions began manifesting more strongly in her later years." His features softened at the mention of her name. "She was the one who first realized the truth of what I was destined to become, though she never had the chance to share it before..." He trailed off, something indiscernible flickering across his harsh features. Killian couldn't help the curiosity burning within him as he processed everything Enzo had revealed so far. "I've heard the stories, the legends about how the guardians were supposed to be among the most powerful beings to ever walk these realms," he began with his brow furrowed in contemplation. "They are practically indestructible and impossible to kill through conventional means. So how did the Eastons manage to systematically wipe out so many of them during their rise to power?" "You're not wrong, boy," Enzo murmured. "The guardians were, in fact, nearly unstoppable juggernauts of fundamental power manifested at the height of their reign." He arched a single raven brow meaningfully. "However...even the mightiest forces of creation have their weaknesses, their vulnerabilities to exploit if one is cunning and ruthless enough in their determination to emerge victorious at any cost." Killian felt an involuntary shiver trickle down his spine at the weighted implications behind those ominous words. There was a strange, haunting undercurrent threaded through Enzo's tone that seemed to reverberate through the space itself. "The usurpers did not seek to overpower the guardians through sheer brute force alone, as that would have been a fool's errand doomed to failure from the outset..." Enzo trailed off, his face etching the harsh planes into a mask of barely restrained fury as he spat out the next words through gritted teeth. "They employed far more cunny and underhanded tactics by sowing seeds of mistrust and discord. The turned ally against ally through masterful deception and manipulation until the order began fracturing from within." A muscle ticked along Enzo's razor-sharp jawline as his expression took on a faraway cast, as though peering through the veil of centuries to those pivotal moments of upheaval with perfect clarity. "Only once the cracks had been systematically cultivated, the fissures spreading like a metastatic cancer through the guardians' ranks, did the traitors strike. They exploited those fault lines with ruthless precision, cutting down the guardians one by one when their defenses were crippled by the betrayal of their own brothers and sisters in arms." Enzo let the weight of those words resonate through their souls. "By the time the truth was realized, by the time they saw the puppet strings being pulled by the real powers orchestrating their downfall...it was already far too late." His expression twisted into a sneer of utter contempt. "The order had been decimated, their ranks reduced to a scattered, broken handful of survivors forced into hiding to escape the relentless purge of their birthright." Killian felt the weight of those words resonate through his very being. He could see the bigger picture now, the grand path that Enzo had been painstakingly piecing together for them as he related that crucial event. "We're the ones," he murmured, half to himself as he glanced between Seven and the unconscious form of Knox with new understanding dawning. "The bloodlines that seer foretold would one day rise again to help restore the balance." Killian wasn't sure whether he should be grateful to his guardian lineage for the gifts that had kept him alive through countless brushes with death at Knox’s hands...or resentful for the burden of such a fateful mantle being thrust on his shoulders. Seven, meanwhile, had been weighing his own contemplations, his gray eyes flickering briefly to Knox's frighteningly still form before refocusing on Enzo with renewed intensity burning in their fathomless depths. "If what you've said about beings like yourself only being able to sire children with their fated mates is true..." the younger vampire began carefully, "Then how can Don possibly be your biological grandson?" Seven's brow furrowed as he tried to reconcile the contradictions and inconsistencies. "From the story you told us, Queen Minerva later married your traitorous brother Valerian after...well, after everything went down with the coup and the slaughter of the original royal lineage." His eyes narrowed slightly. "Which would make Valerian the more likely grandfather to Don by blood, wouldn't it? Unless there's something you're not telling us..." A heavy, weighted silence seemed to descend over the infirmary like a suffocating shroud. Enzo's expression remained utterly calm. His hard features remained an impenetrable mask of regal stoicism, hiding any sign of the emotions raging beneath his detached exterior. Long, agonizing moments stretched into a small eternity before the man finally decided to break the stillness. "You raise a fair point," Enzo murmured at last, something indiscernible flickering across his amber orbs. "The truth is...I cannot say for certain whether Knox is my biological grandson by blood...or Valerian's ill-begotten get." He paused, seeming to carefully weigh and consider his next words. "I had already been exiled into the wilderness by the time Minerva gave birth to Myra - Knox's birth biological mother." Enzo swallowed the lump in his throat. "I never had the chance to meet the girl, to look upon her face and see whose bloodline ran strongest in her veins with my own eyes. I was already gone long before any of that unfolded, cast out into the unknown like a leper while my own kin schemed and murdered and betrayed everything our lineage stood for." There was an undercurrent of bitterness, of simmering rage threaded through those words that seemed to reverberate through the space itself like the discordant echoes of wrongs left to fester across the centuries, a wound that had never truly healed over the eons. Enzo's expression smoothed once more into his impassive mask as he visibly reined in his emotions with an almost palpable force of will. "It wasn't until after the siege, after the blood had been shed and new monarchs crowned themselves through treachery over the ashes of my family's lineage..." He shook his head slowly. "That was when Meredith and I finally met again after years had gone by. She tried to explain, to fill in the missing pieces about Myra and the circumstances surrounding Knox's birth into this world so many generations later." His burning gaze shifted almost subconsciously to the unconscious form of his grandson. "From what Meredith was able to piece together, Myra performed some manner of powerful spell or ritual in her final moments - an act against the very cycle of perpetual rebirth that had long governed the immortal races according to the natural order desperate bid to safeguard the future of her unborn child."Enzo's voice was laced with pain. "Through that ritual that transcended the boundaries of space and time itself, Myra sought the immaculate spark of life that would one day be her offspring's next vessel upon her own tragic demise."There was a sharp indrawn breath from Meredith at those words, though the elegant witch otherwise remained an impassive statue of poise and control. While Killian and Seven waited patiently for the man to continue. "Meredith and I may have been forced into hiding, but we were not so isolated that we remained ignorant of the new monarchs' efforts to safeguard their ill-gotten reign through increasingly draconian measures of subjugation."His chiseled features tightened with undisguised contempt and a visage of barely restrained fury."Of how the usurper queen implemented systematic cycles of slaughter to ensure that no one could ever gain enough power to threaten her tenuous grip on the throne she had taken through violence and betrayal.”"That power-
Killian approached the penthouse masters bedroom. The muffled sounds of faint sniffling could be heard from within, causing a pang of sympathy to twist in his chest. Poor Serena had been utterly devastated since the aftermath of Knox's actions the previous day.He took a moment to straighten his rumpled shirt before raising his hand and gently bang his knuckles against the door. "Sister-in-law? It's me, Killian. Can I come in?" His voice was soft yet insistent as he rapped his knuckles against the door once more. An agonizing silence stretched out, broken only by the occasional muted sniffle or hitched breath. Killian's brow furrowed with worry as he leaned in closer, pressing his ear to the door in hopes of detecting any movement from inside the lavish bedrroom. He sighed deeply when no response came and ran an exasperated hand through his locks."Listen, it's been over a day since...well, since the whole incident with my brother happened," Killian continued, keeping h
Killian gave Serena a knowing grin when he saw Serena’s ear wiggle. "We managed to clear your name completely and prove you had absolutely nothing to do with that trashy video. In fact, we even flipped the whole narrative back to your delightful stepsister and made her the target instead."That certainly piqued Serena's interest, if the way her gaze snapped back to his was any indication. One delicately arched brow quirked upwards as she regarded him with a newfound spark of curiosity. "Oh? Do tell..."Killian leaned back slightly and made himself more comfortable on the edge of the mattress, sensing he finally had her full attention. "Well, it's a bit of a long story, filled with delicious revenge and retribution," he began. "How about you get your cute butt out of this bed, get dressed, and come downstairs with me for a late lunch?Serena eyed him suspiciously for a moment as if debating whether it was worth the effort to leave her cocoon of misery. Finally, she gave a small n
Killian looped his arm through Serena’s, "Come on, gorgeous, our ride for the night should be ready by now," he purred in his velvety baritone. "I'm taking you out for an evening you won't soon forget, filled with all the finest indulgences money can buy. Maybe then you'll finally stop moping over events that clearly doesn't deserve those luscious tears of yours."He began steering her with gentle insistence towards the front doors, leaving absolutely no room for argument or protest. Serena could only shake her head in bewilderment and allow herself to be led outside where a sinfully curvaceous form of a top-of-the-line exotic car awaited them in the circular driveway. Th cars in this villa were easily one of the most luxurious, powerful and exquisitely crafted vehicles Serena had ever laid eyes on in her life - a masterpiece of engineering and design reserved only for the uppermost echelons of the financial elite."Is any of this really needed?" she managed to sputter out, her
Killian suddenly remembered something. He reached into his jacket and pulled out Serena's phone with an apologetic look. "Almost slipped my mind - you might want to check this before we really get this party train rolling'," he said with an exaggerated wink, sliding the device across the table towards her with a casual flick of his wrist. "We don't need any buzzkill calls from the real world to ruin our night."Serena's brow furrowed slightly as she scooped up the phone. Her fingertips swiped across the screen to check for any missed notifications. Sure enough, there were a handful of missed calls - a few from Jenkins and a couple more from her manager Kate. She briefly debated whether she should call them back with her thumb hovering over the return call icons as she chewed absently on her full bottom lip.But the lure of a carefree night out on the town, unburdened by any stresses, was simply too tempting to resist. She gave out a soft sigh and turned off her phone fully be
If it wasn't for the solid wall of heated flesh that Serena’s limbs collided with a split-second later, she probably would've face-planted right into the marbled club floor. A pair of strong, muscular arms encircled her slender frame, allowing her to regain her balance and steady herself.Killian was on his feet and moving before his brain even fully processed what was happening. Every finely-honed instinct he possessed had him tensing in a cold spike of adrenaline, ready for violence as his gaze snapped towards the source of the commotion. However, he forced himself to pause and assess the situation with a calculated detachment, taking in Serena's steadying form and the lack of any immediate threat. No real danger would come to her as long as he was there watching over her with the focused intensity of a hunting predator.Serena finally steadied herself. Her chest was heaving slightly as she blinked and tried to get her bearings. Then her gaze lifted with indignant anger as
Serena decided to continue drowning herself in alcohol, trying to forget the last couple of minutes and the fact that Britney was dead. "Sister-in-law..." Killian's gruff tone snapped her back to the present. Serena glanced over to see him eyeing her. Although her vision was blurry due to drunkenness, she saw no remorse or desire in his piercing stare - only the cool calculation of a bodyguard assessing potential threats to his principal and determining the appropriate course of action.Killian was many things: a skilled operative, an efficient killer when the brutal situation demanded it, and above all, fiercely loyal to Knox. He was no lovesick fool prone to getting swept up in misguided romantic notions. Serena was strictly off-limits in that regard. She was practically family. He viewed her as a sister-in-law to be sheltered and protected at any cost, nothing more. Killian watched the woman down one glass after another until she could barely register anything around h
Serena hovered above Knox's unconscious form lying motionless atop a large king-sized bed. Her eyes were still glowing with an eerie, otherworldly white light, like twin orbs burning from within. She climbed onto the bed and straddled Knox's muscular frame, settling her slight weight on top his chiseled, tattooed chest with her thighs clamped on either side of his powerful torso. Her slender fingers reached out, tracing featherlight patterns along the coarse stubble lining his strong, angular jawline with an almost reverent tenderness completely at odds with the strange atmosphere permeating the room.Then, with an agonizing slowness that made it seem an eternity was being stretched out in that single weighted moment, Serena leaned down until her slightly parted lips met Knox's in a searing, passionate kiss. A blinding burst of incandescent white light immediately flowed from her mouth in a raging torrent, pouring into Knox's body like a river of molten starfire.The very ai