?The first forgotten god resurrected.
?The first blood witch created reincarnated.
?I growl at the empty space. “You’re just as much of a fucking bitch assheis.”
?Nightmareby UNDREAM and Neoni starts up next. Appropriate for how these fifteen days have gone. I flick my hand letting my solidified blood sail until it embeds itself into the door frame. There are already four other sticks stuck in the old wood.
?People have literally bowed to me when walking down the halls.Bowed. As if I’m something special.
?I had been so close to screaming at them all.
?I strum my fingers along Varian’s bond as I huff and sit in my desk chair. Neither of us have spoken since I forced Alexandros back. He has not made an effort even though I’ve left the bond open for him. Either he does not wish to, or someone is preventing him from doing so.
?However, if there’s anything that’s for sure, it’s that I will not be breaking the silence first.
?He said he didn’t believe me to be a ruthless killer. I told him he was wrong. I had meant what I said to the rebel’s leader. I would have killed every single one of them, and I would not have lost a single second of sleep over it.
?Destroying the Willow of Lore will break the veil separating us from the primordials above. It will give me access to Hessenti and Ruu so I can kill them, but there is still the rest of the primordials and the one I need to make remembered.
?His presence is already known on this plane of existence, so breaking the veil would do nothing. And I have no idea how I’m supposed to make his name remembered. Along with that, I still haven’t figured out a way to destroy my soul so Callahan and Castiel won’t have to actually kill me.
?Both of them have been nearly nonexistent around me. Callahan no longer trains with me in the morning and doesn’t walk with me to my classes. He’s deteriorating and it’s completely my fault, but the closer he gets the closer his true form is to figuring out what I am and what I’m meant to be. He can’t know until I’m ready.
?And this whole fucking thing is just one giant freakin loop because it all comes back to me needing to knowhisname. A name I don’t know how to remember.
?How are you supposed to make something remembered that is supposed to be forgotten?
?Lasairorm nudges her head out and flicks her tongue. Her solid, deep eyes looking at me like she always does. With an intelligence far beyond what anyone would consider a creature to have.
?“Too bad the queen you’re named after doesn’t exist in this universe,” I grumble to her. Though, it’s not actually the queenshe’s named after, but rather the crown that sits on the queen’s head.
?She’s what they call a storyteller in her universe. A Raconteur.
?I straighten my head that I hadn’t realized I tilted as I narrow my eyes at my viper.
?A raconteur’s greatest magic is to tell a story.
?“A raconteur’s greatest magic is not to make the forgotten remembered,” I start from the beginning of the saying. “A raconteur’s greatest magic is to tell a story. But they still can make the forgotten remembered.”
?An inkling of a plan begins to form and I wonder if it could be possible. Earth and Miy reside in separate universes, however those separate universes reside within one of the realms. Or a super universe depending on who you’re talking to. That’s why it was so easy for beings to cross between the two worlds. It’s why we don’t tend to venture to other universes and worlds. Too much inbetween space you have to go through when portaling in any format.
?But it is possible. People have done it.
?Ms. Elaycia has done it.
?The door barges open and I twist my neck to look at the group tumbling in. I can practically taste the toxication within their blood already. Just then some Russia techno dance sort of song begins playing and Jullia’s eyes widen as she begins bopping to the beat.
?“Yessss!” she slurs and begins moving her hips and waving her hands up in her tight fitting sequined iridescent dress. “Daaaancccce!”
?“How fucking much has she already drank?” I want to be that drunk.
?Ricka slides in and does a once over of me before nodding approvingly. “Now that is a going out outfit, godskiller.”
?Irrationally – stupidly, weakly, illogically – I flinch at the nickname. A rush of adrenaline flushing my system as I abruptly stand and then I freeze because I don’t know why my body reacted so. . . scared.
?“Don’t call me that,” I snap, which straightens and sobers them all up. Ricka, Jullia, Hanna, Mila, Asher, Kyno, Scorn, Adam, and the demon who’s name still eludes me. Not that I used any magic or aura in my tone.
?For once I let my heart beat hard and my blood rush through my veins. It doesn’t help to ease the tightness starting to squeeze my chest. The pulse thumping so hard I can feel it in my throat as I place my right hand over my heart and dig my nails in. Creating temporary marks over my permanent ones.
