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Ren got to his feet, letting out a long exhale. “I could kiss you, Carrion Swift.” Carrion seemed taken aback by this. And then somewhat interested. After thinking for a second, he said, “I wouldn’t be opposed. But maybe later. First, Saeris has work to do, and I plan on giving her a hand.”
“Saeris! Wait! The water!”
“Actually, this is only the first circle of hell, Lorreth of the Broken Spires. But I’d be very happy to introduce you to all five.”
“You spayed my mate when she was a fucking child,” he seethed. “For that alone, I’ll make your undying existence an unending agony. An eternity of suffering the likes of which even your evil mind cannot comprehend. You’ll know no peace at my hands. I will destroy your empire and erase your name from the annals of time. When I am done with your legacy, Madra the Undying will never have existed. And you’ll live on at my behest, suffering for all of eternity. And no one will know. And no one will care.”
Yes, the players in this game had been making moves for centuries. But that didn’t change the nature of the game. It was kill or be killed, and I knew what I had to do to win.
Malcolm rocked back on his heels, lips stained red, his chin crinkling in an odd way as he frowned down at Carrion. “You…” he said. Carrion was deathly pale, but he grinned up at Malcolm like a lunatic. “You really should have let me finish introducing myself earlier. It’s rude to interrupt people.”
“Earth. Air. Fire. Water. Salt. Brimstone. Quicksilver. The full gamut. More power than any Alchemist I’ve ever encountered. You are capable of restoring me to my power and a lot more besides.”
That he’d fed from you,” he sneered. “He wore that silver plate at his throat every day he was trapped here in this labyrinth. A gift from his mother, I believe. Pure silver imbued with some particularly nasty magic.
Malcolm’s smile fell when I lifted the little leather pouch he’d placed the coin inside. The very same one I’d unhooked from his belt while he’d torn a hole in my stomach. He held out his hand, his eyes widening a touch. “Give that to me,” he demanded. “Give it to me, and I might still save you. There’s time.”
Madra— The coward disappeared into the quicksilver as soon as the wind hit.
He is the storm. You are the peace that must come after it. Tell me, do you believe in the fates, Alchemist?
A shadow falls across Yvelia. It will alter all it touches. You would rather remain here, knowing that suffering and hardship loom on the horizon? That sacrifices will need to be made?
“Zareth. God of Chaos.” Zareth grunted. “And you are Saeris. Sister to Hayden. Daughter to no one.” He nodded to the inkwork on my hands. “Also, mate to my champion.”
“There is a rot spreading throughout my domain, Saeris,” he said. “Realms that are infected with that rot have to be summarily destroyed to protect the rest of the tree and prevent that rot from spreading. Do you understand?”
But when I consulted the fates long ago, I was very intrigued when I saw you, Saeris Fane. Not just you. Kingfisher, too. I saw an axis in the flow of things. A burning knot in the tapestry of all that would come to be. When I focused and saw the strength of the bond that connected the two of you together, I admit I attempted to sway the fates.”
“You were supposed to have been born Fae, in the same realm as your Kingfisher. So I separated you. Hundreds of years before you were born, I shifted the events around your birth. Moved the pieces on the board and placed you far away, in a realm that should never have come into contact with his.
I foresaw then that no matter how the boughs and branches of this tree were manipulated, you and he would always collide. There was nothing I could do to stop it.”
Every possible future where the two of you are together ends with the vast majority of this tree dying. None of us can foresee any other way.”
“So… you’re saying that Fisher and I are responsible for the end of the entire universe?” Zareth shook his head. “Not you personally. But the moment where you meet, along with the moment you become mates, is a spark. The flame in the dark that draws the moth. It was incumbent upon me to try and stop that spark from taking place,
“These oaths mark you as my ward. They protect both you and Fisher from the unwanted attentions of my brothers and my sister.” “Protection from them?”
If you truly accept Fisher as your mate, then you must agree for the thread of your life to be severed from the tapestry of the universe. Once you do, none of us may affect your future. We won’t be able to see you at all, nor will my brothers and my sister be able to interfere with timelines or events
“As far as we can tell, you’re a half-vampire, half-Fae. Something none of us have ever seen before.
“There are two kinds of forever, Alchemist. One is heaven. The other is hell. It doesn’t matter what I do. Make sure you choose your version of immortality wisely.”
“And? I’ve known you since I was a thousand and eighty-six. Do I win a prize?” “You didn’t tell me that you were heir to a fucking Fae throne!” “Well, it’s hardly something you just tell people, Fane. And anyway, my grandmother made me promise not to.” “Except she wasn’t your grandmother, was she!”
“So, Fisher’s father took you to Zilvaren when you were little to save you from Belikon. He glamored your ears and your canines so you wouldn’t stand out. He brought a bag of books along with you, so you could learn about your heritage and return when the time was right. And… some woman saved you?”
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.”
I was the ward of a god, and not just any old god. By proxy, Fisher kind of was too.