?“That still doesn’t explain what you have to do with the prophecy.”
?He wasn’t as lazily drawling like he normally is, but there’s a dryness to Thorne’s tone that I side-eye.
?“Nana will say it is because I’m a reincarnation of Syngenia. At the very least, I have a piece of her soul within, but I am not Syngenia. And I know that because of Syngenia’s blood within me. However, the similarities between us are. . . stark. She had five fated to her, just as her daughter did and Sanivin after. Nana might also say I am Sanivin, as we look identical and our fated, two devils, a god, a demon, and an angel, are also the same – though I have a demigod. She also had a blood art and was thought to be immune to blue belladon after she became a vampire. And my second name is Sanivin.”
?I wave it off and roll my eyes as I shake my head.
?“But we have shared ancestry so us having similar features or fates wouldn’t be anything astronomical. The point is I am meant to be the Forgotten God of Blood Moons damnation. I’m meant to make him remembered and then kill him through my fractured blood art. Blood is how the gods can be killed but only a fractured blood art can be used to do it and it’s my fate because of my ancestry. The prophecy was told to me the day I first used my blood art when I killed that devil.”
?I hold my breath when I finish and wait for them to do something. Say something or move or say I’m lying or maybe say they already knew that. I don’t really know.
?This is only the second time I’ve said all of this out loud. It makes you sound crazy, or if anything like a pick me. I mean,come on. Declaring this Prophecy of Old is about you making a forgotten god remembered isn’t an everyday thing and it coming out of my mouth almost gives me imposture syndrome.
?It’s not like I’m anything special.
?Varian slowly shifts in his seated position and his brows draw together as his gaze sharpens.
?“How did you know we would say burning instead of red?”
?He’s not quite suspicious, more inquisitive as he wonders. As his mind works over things.
?“Because I had seen that prophecy be written on that scroll. Syngenia showed me as her spirit watched when a corrupt devil wrote what he thought an oracle said. He wrote burning instead of red. And then Syngenia laughed.”
?He nods, satisfied, and then something passes over his face. “Why are you telling us this now?”
?Cowardly, I look down at the floor. Part of me knowing how this will end and yet, that’s the fucking thing about hope. Stupidly, selfishly. I am such a pathetic being.
?“After that devil, all I wanted for years was to sleep. I did not want to care about the future or the prophecy or the Forgotten God of Blood Moons. I just wanted to lay down, close my eyes, and never wake up. But those with a fractured blood art cannot die from blood loss, so no matter how many times I let all my blood empty from my veins, I always woke up in the morning.”
?Warmth and comfort heat from within. I can feel the tension rolling through all the bonds, but none of them make to move.
?“Not that I couldn’t have tried harder, but. . . well, whatever. All that is beside the point. I was selfish, not wanting to help this god to find his peace because I was just tired and I didn’t want to have to deal with other gods and goddesses and any and everything else. But fate will be fate and I’m here and currently stuck here. I doubt I’ll be able to leave until I complete the prophecy. And telling you. . . well. . .”
?I shrug. Continuing to not look at any of them because I’m being childish and in the end this won’t be fair to them.
?“I just didn’t want to be alone anymore,” I mutter.
?And how pathetic is that. Stupid, stupid girl. I don’t deserve them. I am nothing.
?Worthless.
?Weak.
?Selfish.
?Nothing.
?I can feel my aura retreating from my eyes. Such a waste.
?I shake my head at myself. “Not that it matters. Prophecies like this don’t tend to care whether you live or die in the end, as long as the prophecy is completed. And you all deserve better. That’s why I’m telling you. I want you to understand the gravity of this situation. I don’t want you trapped with – “
?“Enough.”
?So much demand. So much dominance.
?Red eyes like twin blood moons are decimating as I look up to my demon.
?“I told you,” he whispers, and my nose needles as pressure builds behind my eyes. “I. Am. Yours.In every lifetime. You don’t get to determine who I amtrappedwith.”
