And then, “Show yourself,” Nyxarion snarled, teeth flashing as his eyes scanned the dark. As he clenched her close to his chest, blocking her from view.
CHAPTER 4
He moved through the crushing dark. A ripple through the water. Skin mirroring the void until he was little more than a distortion. A smooth bend in the light the eyes of the abyss couldn’t see.
Invisible.
A skill unique to his line.
It allowed him to hunt in unfavorable conditions, to stalk his prey, and strike when the moment was perfect.
Drifting as he sank, using only the most conservative movements to propel himself deeper, Thalos followed the scent.
The reek of corruption.
Fury rippled through his system, threatening to unmask him.
It was an affront.
The Accord of Nisyros shattered for asecondtime.
By Nyxarion Korrides.
Spines flicking, temper clenched in a murderous fist, Thalos exhaled a steady stream through his teeth and worked his tail in a careful press that didn’t disturb the current.
This anoxic sea wasteemingwith life.
A thing he’d thought impossible, until he’d come to witness it with his own eyes.
But he was late.
The Abyssari were already here.
Hundreds gathered in an elegant vortex as they surrounded a breeding pair locked together.
Nyxarion and his mutant whore.
Lip curled, Thalos’ keen eyes caught the glint of massive shapes drifting through the gloom. Abyssari armored scales caught faint shards of light and sent it back to the surface in a dazzling display of glittering color.
Still, he drifted deeper. Unafraid of their size or numbers, for he was Thalos Asterion, open-water king of the shallows, from the coasts to the frigid Arctic waters.
And he was the law.
Keeping to the outer edge of their vortex, Thalos observed. Listening when the exiled prince spoke, Nyxarion’s voice laced with a Resonance so deep it made even Thalos’ bones ache.
And there, in the heart of it all, the creature.
Abomination.
He caught a glimpse.
The hint of a faint, weak biolume pulsing beneath her skin as her corrupted body tried to adapt to the abyss. Tucked in Nyxarion’s thick arms, she was hidden from him. Impaled, those grotesque legs spread wide where the exile held her in a possessive grip. Splitting her open on his cock, poisoning the waters with the scent that had brought him in from afar.
Crushed citrus and ozone.
A mix of velvet human rot and something… else. Something illicit and tantalizing.
Corruption.
