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“Hello, darling,” she said softly, and I froze, sure this was impossible. “Can you see me?” I breathed in disbelief, wanting to shrink into the shadows so she couldn’t see the truth of me. “Yes, we both can.” She ushered someone closer, and my father stepped into view a little hesitantly, making my heartbeat stutter.
“It is the greatest gift to meet you,” Hail said quietly. “I see your mother in your features, but I’m there too…” He reached for me, his fingers pressing to the glass of the mirror he could see me through, and I touched my fingers to his, feeling nothing but cold water, but sensing him through the connection of my mother’s Sight somehow.
When all hope is lost, and the darkest night descends, remember the promises that bind. When the dove bleeds for love, the shadow will meet the warrior. A hound will bay for vengeance where the rift drinks deep. One chance awaits. The king may fall on the day the Hydra bellows in a spiteful palace.
Im gonna try to make sense of this but lord knows i probably wont. Hail is obviously the hydra and the spiteful palace is the palace hes in beyond the veil. We will see about the rest
The Imperial Star seemed so innocent as it lay there, speckled with blood and muck, filled with limitless power which was utterly unattainable while that monster sat upon my father’s throne. It was still hidden within the intricate silver amulet, hanging from the chain that had once belonged to Darius, a piece from his closely guarded trove.
“Darius Vega is the greatest Dragon who ever lived,” I spoke loud and clear, making Lionel fall deathly still. “What did you just call him?” he asked venomously, danger thick in the air. “He married Tory. She is more powerful than him, so that made him a Vega,” I said, relishing this final blow I could land to him, feeling Darius’s defiance humming through the air and knowing Lionel could feel it too.
Death to the Dragoon who had stolen so much from us in this true and gallant war. Death to the soulless shadow wench who had spilled into our world like a plague of decay from whence she should have stayed. Death to the army of cretinous, bark-skinned lombardos who stomped across valley and glen, fighting the bad fight. And death to the heinous hag who had stolen my dear Angelica into the nevermore.
“When all hope is lost, and the darkest night descends, remember the promises that bind. When the dove bleeds for love, the shadow will meet the warrior. A hound will bay for vengeance where the rift drinks deep. One chance awaits. The king may fall on the day the Hydra bellows in a spiteful palace.”
The thundering boom of the roof cracking beneath my power loosened the knot in my chest, just enough to let me breathe. I closed my eyes as I felt the ghost of him beside me, the man I loved come to witness the destruction of this nightmare.
Hours we knelt there. Countless hours where none of us could find a single word or summon the strength to rise from our vigil. My skin was numb from the press of the cold coffin I’d fallen apart over, and I was filled with a hopelessness which had taken root so deeply within me that I couldn’t even make myself care about anything anymore.
At least I had something to look forward to in the meantime, because when I returned to The Palace of Souls tonight, a Vega would be waiting for me, and it would be time for me to destroy one of the most powerful creatures in this world and half the threat against me.
That was before she’d gone all weird, sort of cold and distant. I didn’t really like her anymore; she gave me the creeps. I hated the way she looked at me vacantly, yet always wanted to be close to me and my family, like she wanted to say something interesting, but she didn’t have the brain power to manage it.
“Is her magic subdued?” he muttered to Lavinia like the fucking coward he was. “You unFae piece of shit,” I spat, but Lionel ignored me. “Yes, my King. She cannot fight you. Come here, little beastie,” Lavinia purred, and her command had Darcy stepping out of the cage.
Whispers rushed through my head and the voice of the stars themselves trickled through my mind, their power rattling through the centre of me. “A gift, Libra, son of the hunter, for there must be a balance. A light to counter the dark. Your bond will be safeguarded with starlight from this day forward.”
And it took me so fucking long to become a man capable of those things, in part because of you. But mostly because of him. This false king you claim to love. A man who stole everything away from me and is still keen to take more. If you can love a monster unconditionally then that makes you a monster too. So don’t you dare, don’t you fucking dare come to me on your knees, begging for forgiveness, because you won’t find it. You’re not a part of my family, and there’s nothing here for you in my heart but hate.”
“Do you think it’s Gabriel? Maybe he got hit on the head and he’s lost all memory of who he was, and now he identifies as a bird, and we’ll find him in there with his wings out and his eyes all cuckoo as he tries to communicate to us in bird language.” “Your imagination scares me sometimes,” Dante murmured, then pressed his hand to the wall.
“Dalle stelle,” Dante cursed as he moved closer and I gazed at what I’d unveiled in shock, my mind not able to decipher the leathery, orange-toned skin. It was definitely part of a body, some spandex torn open around it and the silver pipe clutched between what looked like-
My heart began to gallop at those words, at the possibility they presented. “The king may fall,” I repeated hopefully. “The Palace of Souls has been locking Lionel out of countless rooms ever since he claimed it for his own. That sounds pretty fucking spiteful to me.”

