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My favourite descendants have gotten themselves in such trouble. One in the rebel army, another locked in Darkmore. I love the chaos my family creates.”
“The old Guild was made up of the twelve power families, as you know,” Marigold said. “The balance was set, each of them made equally as powerful as the others. Alphard, Vega, Acrux, Capella, Altair, Pollux, Rigel, Andromeda, Denebola, Castor, Betelgeuse, and Pleiades.”
I stayed with my flesh and blood, the child I loved with the ferocity of the stars themselves. He had a life to live, and I would deliver it to him even if I had to die all over again to secure it, even if my soul was cast to ash and scattered to the farthest reaches of the universe, never to be restored.
I think often of their Elysian Mating, the purity in it. To find such love is a rarity indeed, and for my son to find it with the daughter of my best friend.
Roxanya Vega wouldn’t take no for an answer when she set her mind on something she wanted, and the stars themselves should be trembling at the thought of her wrath turning their way.
Our love for his daughter was more powerful than any rivalry or pettiness which might have been between us, and we both knew it.
“When it comes down to it, you’d burn the entire fucking world to ash for a single smile from her lips, wouldn’t you?” “Is there a problem with that?”
But you are selfish when it comes to her, utterly, unerringly selfish. She’s the one and only thing you won’t ever question, the one thing you put above all else. If the world had to end to see her safe, you’d light the fuse that blew it from existence.”
“Besides, a hero is never going to be what it takes to bring my father down. He moulded me into a villain and so that’s what I am. For her. For him. Damnation isn’t good enough for that piece of shit. And heroics aren’t good enough for her. So hand me the fuse, oh Savage King, because I’m ready to burn it all.”
Do you have anyone who you can think of who deserves total annihilation?”
I caught his eye, warning him not to pity me with a single firm look. But no such thing entered his gaze, instead, a fiery hatred for my father’s butler entered his eyes. He wanted vengeance for all Jenkins had done, I could see it plain and clear, and for a fleeting moment I imagined what it might have been like to know Hail Vega as Roxanya’s father. He had not been given nearly long enough with his children, and it felt strange to be on the receiving end of his protectiveness when he’d had few opportunities to bestow it on those he truly cared for.
It had taken my death for me to fully appreciate it, but the throne wasn’t meant for the four of us anymore. It never had been really.
“She wishes to try and break me out of death and return me to life, but I followed that path and learned the truth of it. For me to live again, someone I love must die, and I will never choose that fate.”
But I knew The Veil would not get its chance to seize her yet, because Darius Vega would not let it be so.
“You’re Darius Vega now. And you weren’t built to bow to anyone.”
Tell them that – tell them we await their call at the final gate and even hell shall bow to the voice of the true queens!”