“I think… Harvest, Isabella…,” he met my eyes, “All of you are the key to the day of reckoning.” He looked torn as his body faded. “Son, I don’t think I can help you all.” He fell to his knees, and I bent down.
“Grim!” Payne tried to make his way over to us, but the moment he saw Isabella moving in toward Maureen, he moved in next to her.
“Sebastian.” Maureen wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. She just stared at me as I grabbed Dad’s shoulders. My eyes widened as my hands slipped through him. It was only for a second, but it was enough to put ice in my heart. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly as his form solidified again.
Harvest chuckled and said, “Oh, would you look at that?” He strode my way. “If the mighty Grim Reaper has fallen to his knees, fading fast then it’s already preordained. No one will be able to stop the human world from crumbling.”
Someone as prided as Maureen paled at his words. “You’re starting the beginning—”
“Of the end,” he finished for her. His gaze fell back on Dad. “And what is that sticky rule that comes with being an entity like yourself and your wife and kids?” he asked Dad, and he scowled at him.
“I don’t doubt what my kids can do,” Dad uttered.
“Look around, only two are standing.” He told him. “And once it’s complete, you and your family will disappear from this world like you never existed. There will be no need for Reapers when evil walks the earth permanently.”
Dad smirked. “You made two mistakes. You doubt what I am and what it is I’m here for and second, you doubt the children that I brought into this world.”
I grinned as Barron crept up behind Harvest and buried a sword in his chest. Harvest’s eyes widened as he looked down at his chest, black blood pouring from his wound and mouth. Then, another one—from August—pierced through his chest. My brothers recovered from Isabella’s touch, but they still wore the bracelets on their wrists.
Prudence and Maureen circled around Harvest with predatory gleams on their faces. “We might not be able to kill you, but we can hold you captive,” Maureen informed him.
Gripping my scythe, I scanned the perimeter of the ruined castle in search of Isabella. Even with my Reaper senses, I couldn’t pick up on her or the darkness. My eyebrows slanted. “Where are you, Izzie?”
“Haven’t felt that much pain in a while.” Harvest coughed through blackened blood streaming from his lips.
“Better get used to it,” Barron growled, ripping his blade out of his chest. The bastard never screamed though, he just lowered his head and grinned down at the second one still in his chest cavity.
“It’s no good.” Joy stumbled forward. “Look at him, he’s enjoying the pain.”
August looked furious as he jerked his blade out. “Pin him—”
Isabella’s magic came as a giant shock wave, knocking all of us to the ground. Harvest ported from his spot. I spotted Maureen and wasted no time in getting to her. Maureen was the last target unless she planned to go after Kitty too.
When I saw her floating above them all, I faded toward her, but it was Harvest I collided blades with the moment I reached out. He had forced me to morph my weapon into a sword when I felt his presence coming at me. “Go ahead and begin, Isabella,” he instructed her.
Shit.
I had to get to her before—Harvest gripped my blade, his blood coating the steel as he yanked me forward with it and grabbed my neck. I pulled my sword from his hold and jerked away, but my movements were already sluggish, and he made no other moves but to watch as my energy faded. “How does it feel to be normal again? Don’t fool yourself, the two of you only seek each other out because you each get something in return.”
His words slid over me because that was it, they didn’t mean anything. It was the bone-deep fatigue that forced me to drop to the ground. The world tipped for a moment and panic seized my chest.Not yet. I can’t fall asleep.I lost hold of my skeletal form as the fatigue placed me back into my flesh, tendons, and bones.
Steel clashed. Although we were exhausted, we continued fighting Harvest. It was hard going up against another entity. We were different yet the same—nearly unstoppable.
Isabella opened her arms, readying herself for Harvest’s wicked plan. I took a step, then overcome with exhaustion, the tip of my weapon dug into the concrete as I caught myself on the knees instead of tumbling completely over.
Not yet.
Just as I opened my mouth to call her name, the beginning of the end slithered around us in a cold sweep, and when it hit, we knew it. We all felt it, but it was Barron, August, Joy, and Prudence who felt it the most, because once she began, the four of them dropped to their knees, screaming as she pulledtheir power out of them. This time, I could see the color of their essences being stripped from them and rushed into Isabella.
With her neck and back arched in an awkward angle, both arms stretched as far as they could go, I staggered toward her. My heart lurched to where her feet were dangling from the ground. Seeing her this way was too heartbreaking, too painful to witness. I… failed her.
I failed everyone. My brothers and sisters who were being used as a circuit to start the Apocalypse. And my father who was already disappearing from this world. Everything was tied to fate, something we were so desperately trying to change.
But with every failed attempt to get to Izzie, I also came to understand that maybe we weren’t supposed to win.
Maybe this was truly the end for us and all things good.
“No,” I rasped as I stood back up.
