With a thunderous neigh, my morbidly beautiful horse climbs into the air. Diamond’s burning wings slice through the night, knocking witches from the sky as we circle the carnage. Flames consume his legs, drawing everyone’s attention to us.
Seiji seizes the distraction. The ground darkens under enemy feet as he whips up a tornado, swallowing everything in its path. When he extinguishes it, he snuffs out every last trace of oxygen with it. Hundreds of warlocks, witches, and gargoyles collapse, coughing up blood as their lungs beg for air.
Then Harvey moves in before they can see him coming. He climbs his crimson horse and in the blink of an eye, both man and beast grow until the duo resembles a walking mountain.
They trample and crush without mercy, grinding bodies into a grotesque red sauce streaked with the white seasoning of bones. Gross, but creative.
That’s the truth about us. The Horsemen are invincible. Unstoppable. To challenge us is nothing short of suicidal because when we ride together, even the mightiest mythics tremble in fear.
We’re the fucking Horsemen of the Apocalypse for a reason.
Today, our Divines connect on a completely differentlevel. With our newfound proximity, my power swells until it becomes overwhelming, making it hard to breathe. This energy surging through me is both exhilarating and terrifying.
All my life, I’ve built invisible walls around my essence, restricting it, terrified of unleashing something I couldn’t control. But now, with every slice of my sword and every soul I burn to ash, I feel those walls crumbling.
The knot in my head tightens with every crack until itsnaps,and my Divine explodes inside me. A whimper escapes before I can bite it back, my body shuddering under the surge.
Diamond senses something is wrong. He charges straight into the battlefield and throws me to the ground like this is the perfect moment to abandon me. Before I can curse him out, he’s gone.
I push my palms against the dirt, trying to get up, but my body is stuck. The ground shakes beneath me, and a scream rips from me when the barren ground starts absorbing my power, devouring the magic only I can give.
This. This is what Visha always feared. The untapped, untamable power I’ve buried my whole life now roars to the surface, and my Divine finally relinquishes its leash, ready to burst out of me.
My head falls back as my lungs burn and an agonized roar tears from my throat.
I’ve been fighting my Divine for control my entire life, and this is the moment it decides to give up?! Should’ve known bad timing was my thing by now.
The ground cracks under my feet, and my eyes snap open. Golden veins blaze out of my palms, racing through the field like they are drunk on my magic and have a mind of their own. They snake up the bodies of my enemies and squeeze until hundreds of mangled corpses drop to the ground.
My Divine slithers over to our wounded warriors, healing them in the blink of an eye. Warriors assumed dead are now standing unscathed, weapons raised and ready to fight again.
Unfortunately for the coven, the Angel of Death is Hell-bound and an ally. He gave his word to my mate that he wouldn’t record any souls we lose tonight.
I’m sure Archangel Azrael is sitting beside his grandsonElias Azrael, who recently celebrated his coronation and became the new Archangel of Death, and Uncle Lucifer, all of them enjoying the show.
While every other Hell-bound Archangel is passing their legacy to their third generation, the Lucifers are still on their second.
The original King of Hell took his sweet time before admitting he wanted a mate. For centuries, he was the last immortal, sneering at the lovestruck couples cluttering his court… until one day, he cracked and finally went to see the Fates.
It’s another reason Heaven has been extra pissy. Let’s just say I was thesecondperson Hell stole from Heaven.
Since Diamond ran off to headbutt and barbecue enemies on his own, I decided to hunt down my partner in crime. A sharp, sickly sweet whistle catches my attention, and my grin spreads.Hazel.
I let my gold Divine slither across the scorched ground, engulfing every enemy it touches as I follow the siren’s song. What I find makes me laugh out loud.
Hazel has a whole army of witches, gargoyles, djinns, and werewolves marching like her obedient little toys, their eyes glassy as they stumble right into her trap.
When I break through the circle and come face to face with Hazel, she starts cackling like a madwoman. “You’re really living up to my nicknames, huh?Glittering Death. And those bags under your eyes? Nice touch. Really sells the unhinged act.”
“Unhinged?Me?Someone get this woman a mirror!”
Between our banter, we lure and strike in perfect sync. The siren’s hypnotic magic chokes the puppets while my veins wrap around them, spikes digging in and tearing skin and bone apart.
After years of fighting against my Divine, I finally know what it’s like to be one with it.
With every Deviant that Hazel and I cut in half, every werewolf Harvey tears apart with his bare hands, every gargoyle Angel and Grace pierce from the sky, and every djinn Seiji whips to purgatory, we reduce our enemies to ash.
But I’ve had enough of fighting Visha’s followers. I want to find the soulless monster responsible for this bloodshed, who continues to force her coven and so many others into facing the consequences ofhersins.
