That would not only weaken, it could kill him.
Shrieking, her brother recoiled as if he recognized the truth of her words, and was every bit as disgusted that someone else might have discovered their one weakness. “Get those swords! Rebuild our army and turn them to our side. We need them to bring down Cam and Verlyn! I want Rezar’s throat!”
“That’s all well and good, but we don’t know where Rezar is.”
He turned on her with fury in his black eyes. “A Sephiroth can find him! Don’t be stupid!”
“I wasn’t trying to be stupid.” She ground her teeth at him. And if it was so easy for a Sephiroth to find him, he’d have been located. Sadly, there were only two people alive who could call Rezar out of hiding.
Braith, whom the god loved and would do anything for. And Rezar’s brat, Bethany. Too bad for them that Bethany was currently being held as a living statue, prisoner in a realm where neither of them could venture.
Yeah, neither option was open to them. It was so frustrating. He was right. She was stupid.
Yet not so stupid that as she turned back to her brother, she didn’t realize something else.
The color of his skin.
Green.
Verlyn.
Suddenly, everything clicked into place as she remembered the end of the war. The fall of the Sephirii army. Verlyn had been charged with rounding up their swords and destroying them.
Behind their backs, the Kalosum had taken Seraph medallions and created a new army with a loophole. While not Sephirii, they were made up of their children.
The same concept, only instead of their swords holding the more powerful creatures who’d bonded with the Sephirii such as Takara, these swords held Seraphim souls who would bond with their own kin during combat so that they could fight against her and Noir, and whatever forces they unleashed.
I should have known …
They could never trust their siblings. For creatures who claimed to be goody two-shoes, they were ever plotting mayhem.
And this time, those jackals might have finally found the way to destroy them. Terrified, she pulled Noir close and took him home to their dark palace to hide before Jaden or anyone else learned their secret.
She would have to walk carefully and guard this, as it could undo them both. This was treacherous ground, indeed.
“What are you plotting?” Noir accused.
“Shh!” She laid him back in his bed. “You rest. I’m going to find a way to use those swords to make Tarhnen from them.” The Tarhnen were the dark Sephirii who’d been corrupted. With them, they could turn the tables on their brethren and overthrow the balance.
Brushing Noir’s dark hair back from his forehead, she offered him a determined stare. “Have no worries. We will rise and they will regret this.”
No one got the better of them. Not without paying a bitter, harsh price. This war was far from over.
CHAPTER 12
Nick shook as he felt the powers of the Source flowing through him. It was the first time he’d ever tasted real blood. And what blood it was.
Colors exploded around him as every voice in the universe cried out at once. The sound hit him like a thrumming drumbeat that reverberated through his entire body until his own heart synched to it and they pounded as a single unity.
He felt the cosmic alliance. Was this what Acheron lived with? If so, he couldn’t imagine the responsibility the Atlantean lived with. It was heady and terrifying.
I could destroy the world …
He understood the power. It wouldn’t be hard. As the Malachai, he had the ability to call forth every dark entity from its prison or corner and force it to his command.
No one born of the Mavromino could deny him.
Nothing can contain me.
