[ IN WHICH HE IS TROUBLED ] SIN'S P.O.V — He should know better than to show his face here. With a tightened jaw, I pull my eyes away from the man by the door to peer at Jacqueline. "What are you standing there for? Go now and search for Lake!" I command. "You will not find the sorcerer." Greed counters. "What have you done with him?" He chuckles humorlessly at my question. "What makes you think that I did something?" I am too furious to give replies to his silly questions that are useless in this situation. I turn to Jacqueline. "Find Lake." She is about to move, but Greed —who is stood by the door— blocks the way. He enters into the room, occupying more space with his body size and blocking the exit in the process. He whines. "Oh, please. There is no need for the sorcerer." He waves his hands, nonchalantly. "I am all you will need. I have the answers you search for." "How dare you show your face here?" I march forward as an automatic response to the sound of his irritable
[ IN WHICH HE FACES A TERRIBLE DILEMMA ] SIN'S P.O.V—“What are we still waiting for?” Greed turns his head around. “She has very few minutes left to live, we can't afford to waste any more time. We have to start preparing gifts, because we definitely cannot go into Lucian City empty handed. We have the intentions of begging the Lycan King for his blood, so where are the gifts? Come on. Get moving. The sooner we get this done, the sooner it will all be over." Greed's voice is enthusiastic much to my distaste. A sigh comes from Jacqueline's direction before she says, “I can't do this.” After that, she hurries out of the room. Jacqueline falls apart the second she exits the room. I can hear her whimpers as she cries hard. I also hear the heavy sounds of her footsteps as she pushes her legs to move faster down the halls. But the further she gets, the louder her cries are. I rarely see Jacqueline cry. The first time I had seen her tears was when she had first arrived into the afterlif
[ IN WHICH HE IS CALM ] SIN'S POV — The journey to Lucian City is everything but calm. I have chosen fifteen warriors to accompany me, and five to accompany the Queen's body towards the Kingdom of the Werewolves. A total of twenty warriors travel alongside me, on horses, and amongst them is Atlas, Eirene and of course, the one I still cannot fully trust— Greed. Jacqueline had refused to come with us, and I chose to respect her decision. Lake is still nowhere to be found. There is something fishy about his disappearance, and my divine instincts tell me that the seven deadly sins have something to do with his disappearance. I will be watchful incase Greed stabs me in the back. I will not let anything spiral out of my control. I am the King — it is my responsibility to keep the people of my Kingdom safe, and to keep my Queen safe also. As we get closer to Lucian City, my servants grow uneasy. No one is calm. However, there is one person that is not as anxious as the rest, and tha
[ IN WHICH HE IS CALM… BUT NOT QUITE ] SIN'S P.O.V— “She will become mine once she takes my blood. And only mine. She will no longer be yours.” His words send a wave of shock through my body. And it is not just me who feels this way after his words are said. Everyone around me grows quiet as the atmosphere grows cold. I am hoping I have failed to hear him correctly, because I cannot meet with his conditions… I will never meet with those foolish and moronic conditions. If Rome wants to have her, it will have to be over my dead body, and I doubt I will be dying anytime soon. So, Rome will never in a million years have her. She is mine. Forever. “So, do you want to save her or not?” Rome asks, folding his arms. I do not respond. In the quiet of his Castle, I stand before him, mimicking the silence of the atmosphere. I stand there, unmoving, with my eyes on him. I am taking this moment of silence to carefully ponder over my possible actions before I act. If I react to what he has s
[ IN WHICH HE LASHES OUT IN ANGER ] SIN'S P.O.V— I have never been the violent kind. And truthfully, I do not like violence. It brings along with it negative emotions that I fight hard to retract myself from afterwards. In simpler words, violence awakens parts of me that I do not like to reveal; parts of me that I would rather keep hidden and buried beneath the earth's crust, never to see the light of day.When I made the decision to enter into Lucian City for Rome's blood to save November, I had no intentions of violence. But there is something so distasteful and angering about this Lycan that irks me from the depths of my soul. This could be because of the things he has done in the past; maybe that is why I have this unexplainable urge to rip his throat out every time I see him. During our conversations from a minute ago, I tried to stay calm and collected. Each time he opened his mouth, I would get infuriated, but I always controlled myself. But then, it got to a part when I c
[ IN WHICH HE BENEFITS FROM LASHING OUT ]SIN'S P.O.V —I forcefully slap my fist into his neck, causing him to fall to his knees. The other werewolves halt as they see this. If I can bring their King to his knees, who is to say that I cannot finish them off with one flip of my finger. They must have truly forgotten that I created everything that roams the Kingdom —every single thing that has breathe and life, I created it all. They are the results of my blood, sweat, tears and sacrifice. I am the god of Alkhemi. No other King is a match for me. Not the Vampire King. Not Lust who is the head of the Land of Avsky. And definitely not the Lycan King.Rome spits out blood.My eyes widen as I notice its color — it is red. Dark red blood. This must be the reason why his blood is the cure. I get distracted by his blood that I fail to catch his next move. Abled by his werewolf abilities, he rises up from the ground and rams into me. He knocks me over and I end up at his feet. But obvious
[ IN WHICH HE SAVES HER ] SIN'S P.O.V— I am sitting beside her on the bed. Everyone else has gathered all around her, patiently waiting for the moment she opens her eyes. The night has fallen over the land. And the darkness seems to be swallowing every ounce of hope as the minute passes by. It is like each time the sky grows darker, replacing the day light, it swallows the light of hope along with it. It has been a long time since I exited Lucian City with the warm blood of the Lycan. I was escorted by my army of warriors, and the moment I had set foot into the Grand Alkhemi, the golden cup filled with red blood had been snatched out of my hands. The maids carried it in their hands with care as they ran to the local chemists in the Grand Alkhemi. Since Lake was still found missing, the local chemists had been our alternative. With the help of the local chemists and Greed’s instructions, the cure was made and then, it was quickly fed to an unconscious Queen. While the cure was at
[ IN WHICH SHE BEATS DEATH ONCE AGAIN ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V— I thought I had died. Or no. I did die. I remember falling into the void. I remember falling backwards, heading for the ground, but the thing is, I never reached the ground. I kept on falling, endlessly. It was like I had been falling and screaming at the top of my lungs for what felt like an eternity. It felt scary. It felt terrifying. Death. That is another thing it felt like. I could not call out for help. I could feel myself falling out of the living world; dissociating from my body— the living body. And it was like I was falling into the darkness; the darkness that has been calling out to me for so long; the darkness that I had been trying so hard to resist. In simpler terms, I could feel myself dying. And no one was coming to resurrect me this time. I had swung my arms and legs, trying my best to hold onto life. But I kept missing it each time I swung an arm. I could not grasp onto anything for dear life –there was
[SIN’S EULOGY] I am cursed. I have been cursed to never find love. It is a curse placed on me by God to forever live my life in bitterness and loneliness. It is the price I have to pay for waging war against Him and leaving the Heavens behind. I am sorry I dragged you into this mess. I am sorry you had to suffer with me, November. And because of this, I will let you rest. I will not reincarnate you this time. I will not put you through this rivalry and madness again. It is hard to let you go, but I know it is what I need to do. I will let you go. I will let you go, Gwyneth. I will let you go, Faye Donovan. I will let you go, November Starkey. It is time for you to rest. You have been an impeccable Queen over the years. The whole Kingdom thanks you. I just wish those years were longer. You always get taken away from me when I need you the most. Or maybe that is how it was always meant to be. I was meant to never have you. You solved the riddle. Rome’s death was the only way
warning: you may cry.[ IN WHICH SHE DIES ]November’s last p.o.v —Rome’s body trembles beneath the sword. Rome has been stabbed in the heart with his own sword. He died by his own sword, both literally and metaphorically. I watch as he immediately drops to the ground. Veins pop out of his neck, head, and hands as he starts to lose oxygen. Rome’s bloodshot eyes glare angrily at me. I can see him fighting his own death, so I push the sword in deeper so that he can't fight it.This time, I have not been possessed by Faye’s vengeful spirit. This time, it is I, November Starkey that has decided to kill. I kill Rome, because it is what that is needed to be done. This is what I should have done a long time ago.“The Kings have to leave for a purer world.” I say as tears well in my eyes. I do not know why I am weeping at this moment. Well, I guess it would make me a total psycho if I don’t feel any type of pain after killing someone. “You are polluting this world, Rome. Your rivalry with th
[ IN WHICH ROME DIES ]NOVEMBER’S P.O.V —I slam the sword onto the metal bar. The action causes a clanging sound to echo through the Castle.The most important thing that the disturbing sound does is that it causes the Lycan to drop to the ground. Since he is at his highest level of power, it means that his senses are at the highest level as well. He gets triggered by his heightened sense of hearing. Rome’s monstrous voice growls in irritation as his hairy hands clutch his ears. I watch him with teary eyes as he drops to the ground.I don’t stop there.I keep on hitting the metal bar with the steel sword.Sin’s eyes search the room for the source of the sound. Confusion swirls in his grey eyes when he sees me with the sword. His size slowly decreases as his anger turns into confusion. I watch with teary eyes as his wings shrink to normal size.I stop when Rome has attained his normal size as well.Now, he is naked, but I don’t pry my eyes away. It is normal for a wereanimal to have n
[ IN WHICH SHE MAKES A DEATHLY DECISION ]… [you have conceived a child. Luca isn’t telling a lie] …Tears form in my eyes. “No.” I stare at Luca’s face which has now assumed the color of his red hair due to the reduction in oxygen. “It can’t be.”“Please, don’t tell me you are in doubt.” He grumbles. “You sleep with a man, without contraceptives and expect to not get pregnant? Come on. It can be. You exhibited all of the signs. The morning sickness. The emotional instability. The nausea and the pain.”Right there on the floor, I start to hyperventilate.My hands start to shake.Am I not too young to carry a child? I would be twenty soon, but right now, I am nineteen years old with a child growing inside of me. What is this? This wasn’t supposed to happen. I did notice that I didn’t get my period while I served as Queen, but I always thought it had something to do with my awakening as Faye Donovan. Faye Donovan is dead. My blood is black which clearly means that I died. Dead people ca
[ IN WHICH SHE LEARNS A SHOCKING TRUTH ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — I rise from the ground. The air is musky. Dust particles has polluted the air. My throat closes up at the reduction in oxygen and I begin coughing hard. Tears well up in my eyes at the painful action, but soon, my lungs grow accustomed to the dirt in the air. I take in deep breaths before I begin walking. Waving my hands in the air, I try to push the smoke and dust out of the air so I can see, but it is of no use. The dust settles in the air, refusing to leave. Realizing that my efforts are useless, I blindly pave my way through the Castle. I blink several times to get a clear vision of my surroundings. That’s when I see the body of the sorcerer laying half-dead in a corner. “Lake!” I yell as I hurry towards him. I drop to my knees instantly. I pick his body into my arms, shaking him awake. It doesn’t work. Lake continues to lay unconsciously in my arms. His arms fall to his side, limply. There is no blood on his cloth
[ IN WHICH SHE HAS TO SAVE BOTH KINGS ] NOVEMBER’S P.O.V — In no time, we get to the Castle. However we stop in our tracks when we spot something unsusual — the gates. The gates are always shut and heavily guarded. But not this time. This time it has been left wide open and unguarded. “Seems Sin has already made an entrance.” Lake squats, and when he rises back to his feet, he holds a huge black feather in his hands. It is the feather from Sin’s wings. “We have to get inside now.” I nod. We leave the feather laying there on the ground as we run past the gates. Once we get inside, we spot a crowd of guards gathered at the door. Their voices are louder now that we stand close to them. They’re all speaking in a thousand tongues, so I cannot decipher what it is they are arguing about. But from the looks of it, it seems that they are struggling to get the Castle doors open. “Come on.” I tap Lake on the shoulder, and he follows me. We both run towards the guards surrounding the Cas
[ IN WHICH SHE DEBATES ON THE LYCAN KING’S DEATH ] NOVEMBER'S P.O.V —“Hurry up, Lake!” I scream, not bothering to look behind me. “We need to get there on time.”“Queen November, wait up.”“There's no time, Lake. Let's go!” That's when a hand pulls me back, forcefully. I whip my head around, my curls slapping me in the process. Once I have been forced to a stop, my chest begins to rise and fall as I pant, struggling to breathe. “Why don't we think this through for a minute, huh?” Lake asks me, panting hard as well. We are both tired. We would kill for the opportunity to find shelter and catch our breaths. We have been running through Lucian City, trying our best to get to the Castle as fast as we can. The King had let his wings out and flown over to the Kingdom. He is fast. We are slow. If we waste any more time, Rome might have already been killed by Sin. “There's no time for that, Lake.” I glance in the direction of the Castle. “We need to get to the Castle. He could be killin
[ IN WHICH SHE TALKS ABOUT LYCAN BLOOD ]I feel worse than I did earlier this morning.My hands grip the sheets as I try to reposition myself on it.After my interaction with Luca on the roof, I immediately called on Eirene to help me back to my chambers. I couldn’t walk on my own. I felt dizzy, weak, and felt like throwing up for the second time. Eirene had noticed this and quickly informed the maids. When nothing they could do helped with my fever, they called on Lake. He did all he could to help. His sorcery of healing and medicine helped bring my fever down. But I still feel like something is wrong with me. Something or someone is still swirling within me, and it doesn't feel good.… [there is something wrong with you] …Her voice echoes in the empty room.“Yeah, no shit. You don’t think I know?” I groan in pain as I try to sit up on the bed.… [no, i don’t think you know] …“What are you trying to say, Faye?” I complain.My headache gets worse each time I open my mouth to speak.
[ IN WHICH ROME DECIDES TO SETTLE ] ROME'S P.O.V —“You are here.” I say.There's a ruffling sound behind me, and then, his voice sounds. “It seems you have been expecting me.” “Yes, I have been expecting you for a weeks now. We haven't spoken in a while. I figured you were due for another visitation.” I turn around to face him. When I catch the livid expression on his face, I decide to add, “Also, I could hear your heart beating angrily in your chest from many kilometers away.” Lust has a grim expression as he glares at me. “Good,” he says. “Then you know that I am furious. That I am angry with you.”With a sigh leaving my lips, I straighten my clothes. I do not want to have a conversation with Lust this early in the morning, but knowing how he is, he wouldn't let this slide until I give him my ears. “Don't you think it is too early to be angry?” I say as I turn my back to him, facing the full-length mirror. “And don't you think you shouldn't provoke me?” I move my hands to my