No matter how cruel and disgusting the witch is, her visions are never wrong. Despite her efforts to prevent them by killing those Fates blessed, no one can change what’s already written.
The vision she saw of me destroying her entire coven was always going to happen. If I didn’t make it out of that dungeon, someone else would’ve been responsible for her fate, but in every universe, every dimension, every realm, her future ends with a pathetic death.
Visha, the once mighty queen, starts struggling harder when her thick brain finally processes my words, and she realizes a quick and easy death is not in her cards.
Her shock is justified since only the almighty God or the King of Hell has the power to take away someone’s Divine. Even Fates can only write Divine in someone’s life journal but can’t erase it.
Our Divine makes us who we are, it’s a large part of our identity. It’s considered the highest form of humiliation inthe supernatural world to be stripped of your Divine because, essentially, it takes away your right to our world.
“If you k-kill me, how will you s-save your family fromhim?”
My grip tightens on her neck, but I can’t help but falter at her confidence. “Who?”
“A threat no man has ever faced, a power beyond your knowledge, and a future you can’t run from.” Visha recites the words as if they’re carved in her memory. A coy smile appears on her lips when she sees I’m baffled.
A power beyond your knowledge?
“I can help you destroy him. Spare my life, and I will tell you e- everything about him. Everything that’s about to come.” I hear the manipulation in her voice, and I’m amazed she is still fumbling to save her life when there’s no chance of it ever happening.
I’ve experienced this before. Visha has a knack for figuring out someone’s deepest fear and using it for her benefit, but not this time. I’ve had enough of her manipulation. Even if danger lurks around my family, we can deal with it just like we dealt with her.
No one is stronger than the literal cause of the apocalypse.
“Your games don’t work on me anymore.”
With that, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, expanding my lungs as my Divine reaches out and pushes past her flesh. Her screams of agony are high-pitched, and they make me want to cover my ears, but I continue reaching inside her forcefully and pulling out her Divine, not even trying to be gentle about it.
When I finally open my eyes, her entire body is covered in burns and strings of glowing essence pour out of her, disappearing where my palm squeezes her neck. Her screams get louder once the last of her Divine is ripped from her.
A witch losing her Divine is painful, but a human enduring torture designed for a supernatural being is unheard of.
My essence circles her like a predator, absorbing every bit of her Divine before eating away her soul when I should be sending it to purgatory. But I’m not a reaper; hence, the rules don’t apply to me.Not yet, anyway.
With one last squeeze, she slumps against my hand, and I let go. Hearing the loud thud of her body and the crack of every bone in her body, I close my eyes and finally let the tears fall past the relieved smile on my lips.
I’m finally free.
CHAPTER 43
Purgatory has awful reception
Nevaeh
My hands cover Grace’s as I let my Divine brush her skin and heal her superficial cuts. Seiji circles me like my essence, wanting a front-row seat to my eyes shining gold, and my Divine coming out to play. Jackson, on the other hand, is standing ramrod still with his mouth open.
Seiji shuffles closer with every passing second, and if I move my right arm an inch, it would poke his nose.Silly man.
Once Honeybunch is patched up, Seiji lightly shoves her away and takes her place with his hands held out. The idiot bounces on his feet in excitement while I keep staring at him blankly, hoping he will realize that he doesn’t need my help.
Angel snickers against my neck, holding me to his chest like I’m his comfort teddy bear. “You’re already halfway healed, airhead.
Don’t bother my mate for silly scratches.”
“Ugh, fine. Jackson, bring your juicy ass over here, pumpkin!”
Shaking my head, I chuckle as Seiji pulls his mate before me, who is clearly too shy to ask for help.
Even when Grace is mated to Harvey, she is still essentially a human with a longer lifespan and better health, but it takes her a tad bit longer to heal. Hence why I offered my services. Now that Jackson is family, he deserves the same special treatment.
