Chapter 3

Chapter 3

We woke up early, around 6am. That was usual for me. My plaything was in the shower, and I was tempted to join her… But why? What was the point in spending any actual time with her? I don’t want to be with her and the more time I spend with her the more attached she will get. I sighed out loud, caught up in my thoughts when I was mind linked by Jerome. 

“Sir, the Necromancer King doesn’t want to agree to the deal… He wants all the bodies, not just the ones we kill. He’s not budging. He told me to tell you that was his final offer and if we don’t like it, we can shove the deal up our asses.” He said with urgency. “Fucking Necromancers, Jesus Christ. Why must they be so fucking difficult?” I snarled. 

I took a deep breath in and pressed my fingers to the bridge of my nose trying to stay calm. “Don’t worry about it. Let him know that I will meet with him my damn self. We will be leaving in 20 minutes. Thank you, Jerome, for your efforts.” I said back through the mind link, then I closed it. 

My plaything got out of the shower just then. I snapped and produced a stunning silver dress for her to wear. We were meeting with the Necromancer King after all, we would have to look our best. I matched her with a silver suit, black suit vest and black shoes. My dark hair was perfectly styled and neat. I made sure both myself and my plaything were looking our best before we headed out. 

Jerome had given me a set of coordinates to a meeting spot where he had been conversing about the alliance with the Necromancers. I couldn't materialize there because I had never been there, so I didn't have a picture of the place in my mind. Instead, we drove my black and silver Aston Martin. 

I liked this plaything more than my others because she was quiet. She didn't unnecessarily babble or annoy the hell out of me. It was about an hour drive from my house before we reached the clearing. We rode in silence, with the exception of the Mozart I had playing in the background. I appreciated the fact that she didn’t need me to entertain her on the way there. 

I parked and went around to the passenger door to let my plaything out. We walked to the middle of the clearing where we were instructed to wait. No one was there yet so we were just waiting in silence when a line of Necromancers suddenly appeared in front of us. They had removed their invisibility so they could be seen. It made me somewhat uneasy to think that they had been there the entire time.

They were soldiers, you could tell. Each of them sporting the Necromancer soldiers’ ink on their faces and arms. It was an intricate pattern of what looked like intertwined rune-like symbols identically placed along the side of the cheek and jaw flowing down onto the neck. None of them were under six foot if I were to guess. They all sported large builds with rippling muscles cascading down their arms in waves. They all stood there perfectly at attention, not making a single sound. 

The two in the middle parted to make way for what I assumed to be the King. “Omnes laudate regem.'' They all said in unison as the King passed through them. My Latin was a bit rusty, but I believed they said, ‘all hail the King.’ He removed his invisibility just as he cleared the soldier line. 

The King was intimidating to say the least. He towered his men, making him at least seven foot tall. He was just as built as they were with muscles rippling down his entire form. He had black hair in light waves running just past his shoulders. His eyes were just silver enough they looked white. He had a perfectly shaped goatee with small gold hoop earrings in each ear. He had a very serious demeanor. You could tell he was a leader. Everything about him screamed power. 

"I am Raphael. High Priest of the Underworld here in Canada, as I’m sure you know." I introduced myself with a deep bow. The more formal the better I figured. "Blaze." He said, but he didn't bow. Instead, he stood still and kept his eyes focused on me as if I were about to pounce at any moment. 

His voice was powerful and gruff. "Why are you here Reaver?" I ignored the poison in his voice. "You know why I'm here… I'm here to make an alliance. I think we could both benefit from it." I purred, hoping my silky voice would help sway him. 

His silver eyes remained emotionless. "I would promise protection for your people and your lands. In return, you pledge your loyalty in war to our side. War isn't something we do often, there is rarely a need. But if it were to come up for any reason then I could count on you for troops." I proposed. "And what of your dead?" Blaze retorted. 

"Any dead that is not our kind, you're more than welcome to. But the dead that are our kind should be properly buried. They will be off limits." I stated. I wasn't budging with this. Reavers were immortal, but that doesn’t mean they couldn’t be killed. Only myself and my 3 brothers weren’t bound by those rules. The rest, they could be killed. Not to say it wouldn’t be hard to do so, but it was possible. 

"I already declined the offer from Jerome, what makes you think I would accept it from you?" Blaze retorted. I could hear the annoyance in his tone. 

"Drop the act. Don't act like you couldn't use the protection. I've heard about the mysterious deaths and your people not being able to be resurrected lately. There's clearly something out there a little stronger than you care to admit, and it's definitely a cause for concern." I shot back. 

I could see him thinking about it for a moment, as an internal battle raged within his mind. "Throw her in too… Then we have a deal, Reaver." Blaze spat, eyeballing my plaything. The fucking audacity… He had balls… I would admit that. Not that I needed my plaything, it wasn’t a big deal… Though I was just starting to like her… Fuck it. I thought. 

I didn’t miss a beat in my reply. "Oh this? Of course. She's yours." I purred, and with one quick motion I snapped her neck and watched her lifeless body fall to the floor in front of Blaze. He seemed unmoved by my actions. "Haven." Blaze said. I watched as a young, possibly 18- or 19-year-old girl made herself visible as she stepped through the line of warriors. 

She had fire engine red hair in messy waves falling down her back to her ass. Her skin was creamy and fair as if she never saw sunlight. She had a ring in her septum and one vertically in the middle of her lower lip. Her eyes were blue, but with a white tone just like Blazes and she had dark smokey makeup. She was absolutely fucking breathtaking. 

I caught her glance and we locked eyes momentarily. She gave me a devious smirk and then looked away. "Yes, daddy." She said innocently. 

But I could tell she was not innocent, not one fucking bit.