Rowena’s POV“All right, little witch. You and your little gang of witches are allowed to fight side by side with us.” He said with a chortle as if he had heard the funniest joke ever. The next second, he straightened up his face and came closer to me while stomping over my still unconscious mate. Omar groaned and whimpered under the weight of Malleteagan’s body and the force of his impact. While still standing on the torso of my unconscious mate with one boot and hovering over his neck with the other, he faced me with fury etched on every feature of his face and tugged a handful of my braids. “..but, be sure, one wrong move, little witch…” he growled, inches away from my face, forcing me to look at his vile eyes.“… and I will snap the neck of your dear mate like a toothpick. And you know what? I will make you watch it. And that will be just the beginning of your torment…shall you or your witches dare to betray us, that is, of course. But none of you are that stupid, of course! Righ
Kandreah’s POV I need my solitude. I am not a sociable man.The commotion and melee of alliance warriors who sprawled across and prowled around Konneyard became overwhelming. The hustle and bustle irked and itched the demon within me to stir, wake up and kill them all. We made the temporary camps for warriors to heal and rest before we go ahead with the attack on Macabantrah. We won the battle. I should be gloating. A stench… never-ending sulphuric stench of this shithole mixed with the reeking foul odour of cadavers of fallen demons who started the rotting process. It consumes all the senses, lingering its putrid odour deeply into our skin. The mixture of ashes, mud, debris and black dust rose thick in the air, creating foggy clouds, almost like a cloud curtain that stuck its ugliness in our eyes, provoking eye-watering and gagging reflexes. Inhaling this necrotic air irritates the nose, provokes tears and clogs our lungs. The battleground was covered with ashes and smoke, and m
Kandreah’s POV“…I know the feeling…” I said while watching in the distance. “What do you mean?” Erzelus looked at me with a puzzled expression. He looked funny with dust smeared on his face. He looked like the guy who was maintaining Victorian chimneys. I am doing my best to keep my face straight. “I have killed my destined mate twice, Erzelus. The first time, I didn’t fight for her and allowed her to be offered to Hades because of the political ambitions of her parents. The second time, I killed her when I didn’t protect her and her son the way I should have. You see…Noosha’s dogs raped, tortured and slaughtered her before the eyes of her son. And I was weak, a coward, unable to stop it.” I said while swigging more of that godawful golden liquid from the bottle and allowing stray tears to roll down my eyes. “You had a mate? Who was she?” Erzelus asked. “Her name was Minthe. She was the nymph of Oribus, daughter of Denexus and Sentaya. You know, the Sentaya with screechy voice an
Chaister POV “Oi, Lartellan, can you get your pretty boys off the doors, please? I came to see your old ass. I think you want me to mansplain myself.” I chirped with a tone which I knew would tick my little cousin off. Gosh, if you’d ask this guy if ten times ten is tenty ten, he would say yes. But what I always liked about Lartellan, our favourite god of war, is that his anger and temperament are equally big as his stupidity. So, it was always such fun to rile him up. Not to mention that it was child’s play to get him annoyed. So, I never missed a chance to do so. It’s fun! And it also always served a good purpose. Whenever I wanted to start a war, I just needed to piss off the big, old, grumpy brute.“What do you want Chaister? Fuck off!” He yelled from the insides of his palace. “Well, bro, first of all, this is not a way to welcome the God of Chaos, not to mention your distant relative. Did you skip the lessons when they taught hospitality in school? Can you tell your fuckfac
Kandreah POVI was quite unsettled, to say at least, after our close encounter with Nahevra’s shadows. I had a foreboding feeling that sent shivers down my undead spine. And I find myself as a being who had seen it and felt it all—the death of my mate, the death of my twin. And still, Nahevra instilled some foreign sense of fright within me with her words. I lifted tipsy Erzelus from the shattered ground of Konneyard. He still swayed while walking with me towards the encampment. He was plastered. I held the stupid Lycan king to prevent him from stumbling and falling. “Hey, leech, Malleteagan is wrong. You ain’t that bad if I don’t think of the sucking blood part, that’s just yuck. Oh fuck, I ain’t feeling too good…” Erzelus said and vomited all over my fucking shoes…again. I am seconds away from tossing the stupid wolf on the ground and beating the shit out of him. The dickhead is as heavy as a dead whale. I was just thinking of dropping off or beating the shit out of the stupid wol
Omar’s POV The scent of disinfectant lingers heavily in the air, sticking to my nostrils, feeling the same as if someone stubbed a towel soaked with bleach over my face. Its suffocating scent irritates, triggering gag reflex, tears and the urge to sneeze, all at once. It is mixed with the faded smell of rotting and soil, although this other scent seems to waft from somewhere in the distance. I feel paralysed, incompetent and helpless. Useless. That’s what I am. I am a poor excuse for a mate. I couldn’t even protect my soul mate. The last thing before my very eyes were hers. Beautiful ambers encrusted with a thousand tears that shone around her eyes, making them look like a jewel with a halo effect. And those tears were not spilt because of her pain and fear. No, she cried for fear of the future that is to be bestowed on her sisters, on her coven and…I felt it. She cried because she was afraid for me, too. She was mortified when Alpha beat me up. I? I wasn’t afraid for myself. It wo
Erzelus POV A few moments earlier- I feel like shit! So dazed and…hungover? The taste in my mouth is as if something had died in it. My eyes are sticky. I can’t open them. The buzzing sounds in my head are as if fucking ambulance sirens are blaring. My body feels like the train wrecked over it. Oh, fuck. I remember it now. I drank some shit dwarves gave me. What was that fucking drink I snatched from them? Oh fuck, I hope that Malleteagan didn’t take over the control of my body while I was out. I tug on my bond with stupid Malleteagan just to figure out that bastard is shoved down and wrapped up tight and nicely in the depths of our consciousness. Good! I hope he stayed there while I drank that dwarfish gasoline shite until I obliterated myself. The only problem is the events after drinking that shit from dwarves are pretty blurry. That was fucking reckless. To drink to oblivion in the underworld in the midst of the fucking war. Well done, Erzelus, well done. I don’t know should I
Erzelus’ POV I left flabbergasted Omar and Rowena in their tent and went out without a word. Thersar and Kandreah, who were nearby, were the first to come to my sight. “Oh, moon princess, did you get enough of your beauty sleep? Good morning.” Thersar said, smirking. Just great, the fucking headache which is about to split my head in two is growing. “…the bit about the princess- I will not even comment on this Thersar. Just be reminded: I am not Malleteagan. My intelligence is way higher than yours or Malleteagan's, and my tolerance for mockery is very low. If he allowed you to talk like that with him, do not think for a second that I will allow it, too. You have been warned, fairy king. Next time, I will not warn. You will be wiped out. Gone. Capisci? Also, the bit with the greeting is a bit out of place given that it is not morning and especially given our shitty surroundings in this hell hole. So, wrong person, time and space to take the piss.” I said, pointing at the