I’ve seen similar patterns on my Divine when it circles me—like it has a life of its own—but seeing them come alive makes a sense of belonging run through me. After years of fighting against my Divine, I finally feel what it’s like to be one with it.
Diamond impatiently stomps his horseshoe when I reach the rooftop as if asking me to hurry the fuck up so he can join his brothers in battle.
From my high point, I watch the exact moment the first invading force crosses our portals and descends the battlefield. Our warriors are alert, the anger of enemy feet on our sacredground radiates off them and a similar need to show the world what the Tetrad kingdom is capable of fills me.
A loud clap of thunder makes my head jerk to the sky that’s bleeding red for the first time. Heavy black clouds hide the twinkling stars behind them as if protecting them from the gruesome sight.
A roar of rage and blur of someone slicing through Deviants catches my attention. Leaning against the railing, I watch a crimson face armor hiding the blood I know must be splashed on Harvey’s face.
Standing in the middle of what once was a field filled with rare exotic flowers, Seiji lashes his whips on the ground before letting them fly across and dig into the flesh of anyone who dares near him.
I’m not surprised to find Jackson steadily levitating above his mate and protecting both Harvey and Seiji from twisted spells directed their way.
A loud screech from a were-dragon reminds me of the creatures hovering above me. I turn just in time to catch one tearing out a gargoyle’s neck with his teeth before tossing the body to the ground.
With a loud command I didn’t expect from my petite sister, I watch with pride when Grace commands her team of skilled archers to aim for the third portal opening just on their south.
I remember calling Hazelcrazywhen I first saw the woman in battle mode, but I’d like to addbatshitbefore it as well.
A hoard of Warlocks circles the woman. Like she is performing a dance routine and not standing in the middle of a battlefield, Hazel moves gracefully enough that slicing through enemies looks like they are made ofbutter,not flesh. What proves me right is the sinister smile playing on her lips. She is covered in blood and guts but smiling nonetheless.
Batshit. Crazy. Siren.
I have this unexplainable feeling that Papa would absolutely love her. He has a unique way of appreciating the crazy in other people.
I notice witches heavily using Deviants in the first layer of confrontation. It’s convenient since Deviants lack the moral compass or survival instincts to not run into the field like rabid dogs hungry for blood.
What surprised me when Angel told me how many empires and dynasties turned their backs on the witches to save their own asses after our siren visited them. Well, most of them because djinns, gargoyles, and—not so surprisingly—werewolves were stupid enough to bet on the wrong side.
I expected Visha to realize the barriers around the kingdom were purposely lowered to let them pass through, but maybe I’ve been giving her a little too much credit all this time.
I’m buzzing with excitement when the last of Visha’s soldiers crossover because it’s time for the actual game to begin. The enchanted shield surrounding the kingdom is abruptly raised, turning the portal gates untouchable.
The sudden change causes a wave of panic and dread to crash into our enemies. Now their only way out is bydeath.
I watch my worst nightmares unfold into an opportunity served on a silver platter. The scene before me reminds me of the days I felt so helpless that I couldn’t do anything but watch as they tortured and killed prisoners.
This coven still holds power over me long after I’ve escaped their clutches, but after today, I refuse to carry the guilt of not being strong enough to help more people like me. People like Anisha. Like my little monkey.
“I get to avenge them all today,” I whisper with my eyes on the bloodshed below me.
Sensing Angel behind me, I don’t think before leaning against him. Pointing to the raging battlefield before me he says,“Everyone not on our side is yours to feast on. Stab them, slice them, shoot them, curse them. Do whatever your precious heart desires.”
Tugging me to Diamond, he helps me climb on. “This is your chance to avenge yourself, Harvey, and our son. Avenge every tear your father shed waiting for his daughter to come home, every lie they told you to break your spirit, every drop of tear that mixed with your blood. Today, you make sure they pay their dues.”
Brushing off the tear that trickles down my cheek, Angel cups my face and pulls me down to kiss the half of my forehead not covered.
“You look so hot when you ask me to rage.”
Dropping his head, Angel laughs and double-checks my armor before Diamond gets too impatient to stay in place. Grabbing my calf, he squeezes to make sure all my attention is on him, “I see more than five bruises on you at the end of the day, and there’ll be punishment.”
“Ohhh, daddy behavior.”
“I adore your ability to be so innocent yet so filthy.” With a teasing wink that makes my insides tickle, he backs away.
“Now go unleash Death.”
“I’ll see you on the other side to Conquer.”
