No, no, no!
I should have reaped him – should have given him back to Hades – anything but this.
I would have waited an eternity for him to be reborn, so long as there was a chance he could be.
But now?
I collapse onto Sin’s body, my screams muffled against his cold skin.
I did this.
I made him weak.
I refused to reap him.
He’s gone because of me.
I feel like I’m dying.
My chest aches, as if even the pieces of Sin that are fused to my soul are in pain.
The moment the thought enters my mind, my screams cut off.
There are parts of Sin’s soul inside me.
More than a little.
He broke his own soul to help save mine.
My breaths come faster as I close my eyes, trying to feel for every part of him – the glue holding me together.
A determined confidence stronger than anything I’ve ever dared to embody washes over me.
Because if there was ever a moment where I needed to believe in destiny, this is it.
I am a Reaper.
I hold the ability to wield souls.
And I’m a Creator, capable of building greatness from near-nothing.
They are two opposing and yet powerful energies that should never have been embodied in a single person.
But they were given to me.
And for the first time, I understandwhy.
Silvery threads flare to life, but rather than dancing along my skin, I send them deep inside myself. The warm hum centers in my chest, as they coil around the pieces of my soul. I don’t stop until the Reaper power twines over every scarred edge.
My breathing evens, and I’m completely relaxed, because I know what to do. Without hesitation, I rip nearly every piece of Sin’s soul from mine.
White hot agony sears through me, and I make a high-pitched keening sound as my soul shatters into pieces once more.
My vision blurs, and I fight to stay conscious through the pain. There’s a familiar hollow throbbing in my chest, but I don’t stop. Still keeping an unrelenting grip on the small figments of his soul, I coax them out of me.
Hades said that bringing Sin back would break the laws of the universe. He also said that souls are beyond the scope of Creators.
Hades can kiss my ass.
