With a loud neigh, my beautifully morbid horse cuts through air and his enemies on his way. His mighty wings knock down multiple witches to the ground.
A pale Death’s horse with flames consuming his wings and legs steals everyone’s attention, and Seiji takes excellent advantage of it.
The grass beneath our enemy’s feet turns black before turning to ash. Creating a tornado around a group of warriors, Seiji traps them in an unforgiving rush of wind before extinguishing the tornado along with every bit of oxygen with it.Hundreds of warlocks, witches and gargoyles fall to the ground, coughing up blood as their lungs beg for air.
Harvey moves in before they can predict him. The 6-foot- something man climbs his red horse, and in the blink of an eye, his size grows until the duo is a walking mountain, crushing every soul that fell and turning them into a thick red sauce with a white seasoning of bones.Grossbutcreative.
One thing about Horsemen is that we’re better together. Challenging us for war is nothing short of suicidal because when we join forces, even the mightiest mythical creatures tremble in fear.
We’re the Horsemen of the apocalypse.
With our newfound proximity and Divines working together, I watch our power amplify until it gets hard to breathe. I sense our Divines connect on a level I’ve never experienced before because I’ve always restricted my essence. I’ve had to tame it so I didn’t unleash something I couldn’t control. To prevent myself from going too far, I built an invisible wall around my Divine, and now, with every slice of my sword, I feel it crumbling.
With every crack, every piece falling, the knot in my head tightens farther and farther until it snaps hard enough that my Divine explodes inside me. I can’t hold back the grunt of pain that leaves my lips as I struggle to reign in my Divine.
Diamond races to the middle of the field before throwing me to the ground not-so-gently. I go to snap at my horse, who thinks the moment I’m losing control of my Divine is the perfect time to drop me in the middle of battle and take off.
My palms push against the ground to help me stand up, but then refuse to move. The rush of power surging through me feels exhilarating yet equally terrifying.
This surge of untapped power running through my veins is what I think the queen has feared all these years. I can feel myDivine prepare to finally relinquish all control even when I’m not sure I’m ready for it.
The ground shakes beneath me as I rise—like the barren ground is hungry for power only I can offer. Breathing through the burn in my lungs, I spread my hands on my sides and threw my head back in an agonized roar.
I’ve been fighting my Divine for control my entire life, and this is the moment it finally gives up.Should’ve known bad timing was my thing by now.
A crack under my foot makes me snap my eyes open and watch my essence shoots to the ground and disappear. I stop fighting for control when I watch gold cracks spread through the field in a blink. Like the veins have a mind of their own, they snake over to my enemies and climb them until nothing but mangled bodies drop to the ground.
Wherever my Divine snakes, the wounded warriors on my side heal before my eyes, ready to fight again. Warriors assumed dead now stand unscathed since the Angel of Death is Hell-bound. I.e., an ally.
Visha made a grave mistake challenging creatures who control death.
Archangel Azrael, the first-generation Angel of Death, recently celebrated his great-grandson’s coronation.Elias Azrael, who I’m sure is enjoying the show with two bowls of popcorn, beside the first son of Satan and the current King of Hell,Elijah Lucifer.
It could’ve been Lucifer’s great-grandkid, too, but unlike the rest of the supernatural world, it took our original King of Hell more than a few centuries to realize he wanted love, too. A mate by his side was something he desired but didn’t dare to ask for until he was only one immortal and unloved.
Andhe couldn’t take all the lovey-dovey couples around him anymore. That epic love story is another reason Heaven hasbeen extra pissy with Hell in the last few centuries. Let’s just say I was thesecondperson Hell stole from Deaven.
Since Diamond ran off to headbutt and fry the enemies of his kingdom on his own, I take off in the other direction to search for my partner in crime.
The sound of a sickeningly sweet whistle raises my amusement, and I let my Divine spread on the ground with every step I take to the siren. Wrapped in shimmering gold, death crawls over the dark soil, engulfing everyone it touches.
Following the sharp whistle, I pick up the sword from a dead djinn’s limp hand. I can’t help but feel giddy because I know exactly what this particular tune does. Breaking through the circle around Hazel, I come face to face with my partner.
Her whistle has dragged every witch, gargoyle, djinn, or werewolf within a twenty-foot radius. They don’t care about walking straight into a trap since their bodies have no control over their movements anymore.
Volunteering to cover the left side, I kneel and lay a palm flat on the ground. The puppets to the siren’s hypnotic magic choke when the entrancing gold veins wrap around their bodies, and the spikes come out, digging into their skin. I’m finishing my share when Hazel starts cackling like a madman.
“You live up to my nickname, huh?Glittering Death. Oh, and those bags under your eyes? Nice touch. Really sells your unhinged act.”
“Unhinged?Me?Have you seen a mirror lately?”
Between our banter, we lured and struck our next group in perfect rehearsed patterns. With every Deviant I cut in half, every werewolf Harvey tears apart with his bare hands, every gargoyle Angel pierces from the sky and every djinn Seiji whips to purgatory, our enemies start reducing to nothing.
I’ve had enough of fighting her followers. All I want is to find the soulless monster who caused this bloodshed andcontinues to force her coven and so many others into facing the consequences ofhersins.
Ever since I charged into the field, my eyes have been searching for Visha. When I finally find her sitting on a levitating throne made frommy warriors’ corpseshigh up in the sky, it becomes clear why I couldn’t find her.
I watch her face—mangled on one side as she waves the arm that’s covered in burns from that one time she forgot the consequence of excessive dark magic.
