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Kaiser willed me to move with a jolt of his possession,
Oh this is going to be JUICY
Wicked, unhinged thoughts of bloody murder flitted through my mind before I tore my gaze from the man who had tethered my soul to his.
Ah love
I was a fly caught in a spider’s web, listening as my monster approached, unable to do anything but await the feel of his fangs.
“Turn,” he commanded. His possession forced my limbs to do so without me willingly complying.
A haaaa
He was evil wrapped up in a suit of temptation, but there wasn’t a single part of me that could desire a creature like him.
Yes this will age well
“You are the Void. And I will deliver you to Mirelle the moment we are free to leave Never Keep.
Bitch
“I have a duty to you now whether either of us care for it or not,” he said blandly, moving toward me and dabbing the warm cloth against the whip mark that ran across my chest.
EHEHEHEHE
I will ensure I take you with me if this path leads to death.”
“Fight all you like. Thrash and struggle and plead with the stars for your deliverance, it will do you little good, and you will burn in the process. Once you are done with your rebellion, you will come crawling back to my door begging to fulfil the demands of the soul-tie. There is no escaping that fate. But if you wish to do this the hard way, silka la vin, so be it.”
TURN IT UPPPPPP
He would fall, come what fucking may, Kaiser Brimtheon would fall.
“Now go to your room like a good girl. The soul-tie will demand that you return to me soon.”
Im folding
When death beckons us into the embrace of the beyond, there are only four ways in which to greet it. Grief. Anger. Despair. Acceptance.’ None of those options seem fitting for you, Sky Witch. None of those paths hold the justice I seek from your destiny.”
“No one can know I still live?”
Oh SHIT
Nothing about the death I would offer him would be swift, no part of it merciful. I would cut him apart over days and weeks, months and years if I got the chance. I would burrow into the essence of him with my dark magic and bring every nightmare he had ever had into force against him while carving him apart in slow and precise measures.
the ethereal face of The Empress catching my gaze as I passed her card from one hand to the other.
The Hermit warned me of the path ahead, the cloaked figure ominous as he hunched over his glowing lantern. I placed Temperance down, reversed of course, as if I needed any warning that I was in danger of giving up on myself – it was already far too late for that. Then The Devil, also reversed, because I was clearly on a path of vengeance.
Next came The Tower, its white walls burning and struck with lightning, a weighted sense of prophecy seeming to fall over me as I looked upon it,
The last card I turned over was Judgment, the bastard blowing his shiny gold horn on the face of it seeming to arch a brow at me like I should know exactly why he had been called from the deck.
There was no division here. No fire, earth, water or air. There was only death.
He was here, not just among them, but one of them. Fully fledged.
HarlON
Solomon Imai.
HOLY. FUCKING. SHITTTTT.
He held all four elements in his veins, air, fire, earth and water, making him perhaps the most powerful Fae in The Waning Lands. Or if not, at least one of the most blessed by the stars.
I must offer a prayer to all those whose lives were lost in the odious and underhanded attack on our precious Never Keep by vagabonds and blasphemes who have taken to the wastelands to live in the shadows like the degenerates they are.
Oh the propoganda is wild
The Nightfire shivered in my veins as if the nearness of Kaiser had awoken it, the flames no longer burning but warming me through. They urged me on as if they sensed Kaiser was close and wanted me to reunite with him for some cause I didn’t even want to guess at.
Hehehe
with a snap of power, that dark, writhing magic coiled from me, cracking through Kaiser’s shield and letting their words spill out for me to hear.
Oh shit she can dispell silencing bubbles???
“Regrets are for far weaker Fae than I.” The Vampire leaned back in his seat, head tilting up and a dark confidence oozing from him.
Oh no hes hot
“The Reapers plan to execute you this very day, Lazarus Astrophel,
LAZARUS
He leaned in close, his breath skating against my mouth and the heat of his body radiating right to the core of me. It was as if he carried the sun in his chest, the warmth of our homeland burning brightly inside him.
Ill be honest i dont hate him
But we were so much more than a kiss. We were each other’s safe place to land when a storm rolled in and tossed us from the unforgiving sky.
could smell oak and cinders on his skin, the scent like a toxin veiled with sugar.
one time I had dared toss a stone down into it, I had not only failed to hear it hit the bottom but had also been consumed by the most intense sensation of dread taking hold of my being that I had ever experienced.
Uh ok sus
My eyes fluttered closed and for the briefest moment I could see them there, standing beyond The Veil, grinning at me like the she-devils they were, throwing insults my way because I was wasting time on tears for them when there was blood to be shed.
“Ether is more than just the root of the land’s power,” she said slowly, pacing towards me with her fingers trailing across the rough lines of the table. “It is the current which sweeps us all along in its path. We may access the bounty of its river through rite and sacrifice but we cannot control its flow.”
The stars might whisper our names and lend us their magic, but never forget it is only on loan. They take it back when death comes calling.”
“The point is the leash. The whip. The collar. The muzzle. The cage. The ways of old are stunted and I cannot tell what binds them. But the dark whispers your name, Vesper Crossborn. And it wants you to come for it.”
Oh??
It swung open to reveal the Fury standing beyond it, staring blandly at me in nothing but a low-riding pair of trousers, revealing the firm muscles of his broad chest and the scar that ran from shoulder to hip bone.
I want to lick him
“These are not marks of training. Who placed these on you?” he asked,
Ehehe
“You will share your fears with me. You will allow my Fury to feast on the darkest nightmares your soul possesses, and you will re-live them with me here and now until I am sated.”
MKAY
At once, the tide changed. Kaiser tried to rip his possession from my head, but in the process, he somehow turned it upon himself. I glimpsed a flash of snarling teeth and the echo of a bloodcurdling scream. I was thrown into a well of terror that was fuelled by death. Ice. Teeth. Screams. Blood.
The snarling of dogs. The scream of a child.
A mental barrier slammed shut between us and my eyes flew open to find I was no longer standing before Kaiser but cradled in his arms on the grey couch. His hand was hooked around my bare knees while his other fisted in the material at my back. He was staring down at me, his lips a hair’s breadth from mine and his eyes ablaze with something I never would have thought he could feel. Pure, wild terror.
SCREAMING
“Do not leave,” he growled, the command weakened by the quiet desperation lacing those words. “Without you, I will return to that vacant place, that hellish nothing.”
Oh my god
“You’re lucky you’re cute, dragon thing.” I stroked my finger over his forehead, and he let out a trilling purr in his sleep.
A child of divorce
“You’re being hunted,” Harlon’s voice made the tension run out of my body.
How is Harlon always there??? Sus
Every night, I come down here and keep watch outside your quarters, hidden in the shadows. But every night…he comes here too.”
GIGGLINGGGGG
Tell me, Ever, what would Kaiser Brimtheon gain from watching over his enemy?”
A LOT
“Hello,” I breathed, my hand inching towards the hilt of my sword. The Dragon dipped its head by no more than an inch but in that infinitesimal gesture, I felt its reply. “It’s you.”
AHHHHHH
“Something I lost a long time ago, lass, something I plan on returning to my care.
His bare skin was a warm brown, marked with ink and so many scars that he could only be a warrior long since anointed in the way of battle.
“Hello, little witch,” he growled, his voice a low timbre which crawled across my skin and sank into my veins, leaving every inch of me exposed to his scrutiny. “Hello, monster of mine,” I replied
