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"Forest Blackburn," I whisper, tracing my finger over the paper's ink. "Died during-" I pause, feeling my heart drop in my chest. "Go on," The creature whispers, its breath brushing the side of my neck. "Childbirth," I whisper, dropping the vile paper to the ground.
"There's no guarantee I can get Andrew to cooperate. Even with a re-regulation device, he is still Marked. The effects might only be temporary."
The Prophet's rat. My shadow.
Flash of silver. Gold irises. Forest is the Prophet's rat?
"I drank his blood." Nothing in my life has scared me more than that single statement.
His fear is real, and it's fucking terrifying.
"I made death bow on his knees and gave the angels a reason to fall.
Forest?
"Why are you doing this?" I question, pushing away from the wall. "Why are you keeping me alive if you know she and I will both fall in the end?" I question, searching for the true nature of the Prophet's endless torment. "You know why? You just aren't ready to acknowledge it."
"I promise."
Don't make promises you can't keep!
I will mold the woman into the very thing she fears most. I will mold her into the creature I could never become."
It doesn't matter how much of the Prophet's plan we know. They will always be one step ahead.
"A do-over. A chance to recreate what they deem a monumental mistake. The problem is, an Apparatus capable of killing an all-powerful being like that really puts a damper on the whole plan," It says, my mind racing with a million thoughts.
"Your blood, Forest, can turn my people back to the humans we once were," Taking a step forward, it continues. "Your blood is capable of creating Marked, even after they are born. Not only do you hold the Prophet's ability to create more of our kind, but you also are the only Marked in our history to be able to convert Shifter to man and man to Marked. You are the Apparatus. You are our salvation."
"Hello, old friend," Xavier chimes, my mind struggling to stay present. "Hello, Xavier," The Shifter smiles, reaching its taloned hand out to grasp Xavier's. I shake, my body still as I try to process what I am seeing. What the fuck is going on?
Mason?"
Shifter
"You broke their orders," Xavier warns, my mind racing to the Prophet. "So did you," Fallan spits back, shoving Xavier backward.
"Let me do one thing right in our life," he whispers.
OUR?!
I crave this fear. I want people to fear me. The bloodshed is a reminder. A reminder of all of those lost in this war. Life unfolds.
"New Hope is here!" Kai's voice yells, his body feet away, as Fallan and Xavier close in behind me.
You're being a distraction !
If war is what the Prophet wants, war is what the Prophet will get.
"You were supposed to kill her. The agreement we made behind Xavier's back was solid."
"You had no issue slipping into her mind, convincing Forest her father was Xavier before Andrew
Fallan!
Now you'll never get your sweet Dove back."
"We fight."
"Forest is my reason to fight," I whisper, looking toward the open door. "Take that away from me, and I am no better than the Prophet."
"Come to me," She says coldly, a smile finally breaching my lips.
One inhumane entity. The bringer of death and wrecker of lives. The Prophet. Elyon Morgan.
"For as long as I draw breath,"
The reflection. My other half. My retribution. My last hope.
