?“What are you planning to do then? You were willing to let her go back to Earth if she wanted that. What if she decides to accept the other fates?”
?I loosely shake my head. “There’s more going on, especially since she’s fated to Callahan and Castiel. I think part of her soul knows, or at least suspects, and that’s why she pushes them away more than the rest of us.”
?I grip my glass tighter and mentally flip fate off for the twisted fucking joke being played.
?“How does this even happen?” I ask. Not specifically to my father, but just to say it out loud. “She’s cursed to pain when anyone touches her, yet she’s fated to five celestials. Three of whom need to kill her to fulfill their own fates.”
?The muscles in my back strain and I try to stretch them out to relieve the tension. My body knowing we are missing something on a physical level. Because even when an angel conceals their wings, we always feel them.
?My father’s head bows. “Do you think Callahan and Castiel will be able to go against it?”
?I shake my head. “It will be Callahan’s true form and while Mavyn was able to dominate the Kolasi, Callahan’s true form is in line with death, fate, and balance. If it was just death and fate then maybe, but balance will overcome whatever moral or will he has.”
?I down the rest of my drink and still, the burn barely does anything as I swallow.
?“And Castiel,” I continue, “was quite literally molded to be her end. Despite the fates written, his mother corrupted his blood and soul. In the end there will be no choice for him either.”
?“Do they know?”
?“No.” I run my tongue over my teeth and then shake my head for good measure. “They won’t until she reveals her true form.”
?“And Varian? Does he know?”
?I hum to myself and contemplate if it’s possible or not. “I think it’s possible he does know everything. Maybe not about who she is, but about the fates and prophecies. He’s seen Callahan’s soul, but because of the blood oaths he won’t be able to say anything.”
?“Have you spoken to Edmond?”
?“No. But he knows who she is. It’s not like she can change her features. He just can’t say anything either.”
?My father hums to himself and finishes his drink before standing. “Are you going to help her in fulfilling her prophecy? Are you going to help her in breaking the veil separating the gods and makinghimremembered?”
?Setting my empty glass down, I straighten and face my father. The devil who learned who the little girl locked away in his brother’s house was and did not help her. The male now who is repenting for his past and willing to do what he can for her.
?“She’s my fated, father.” Despite what she believes about the topic and choices being taken away. “And when she asks me to destroy her soul, because the clever woman will figure out that’s the only way for the three of us to fulfill our prophecies without her actually dying, then I will be there to help her not be consumed by the darkness of her true form.”
?Hope shines in his eyes mutedly as he solemnly nods. “And what happens if you are consumed when your soul is destroyed along with hers?”
?I shrug and stretch out my back again.
?“I will have my wings and I will be able to be one with my true form. You cannot become a monster when you’re already one.”
?“And what if when your fates with her are severed you don’t want her anymore?”
?My expression darkens as I let my true form consume my eyes. We peer at my father and lowly growl at those words. Not that he’s effected by it. He simply waits calmly.
?“I will tell you exactly what Thorne will tell her. She is mine, and I am hers. In every lifetime.”
?Despite my hatred for that way of thinking, there is some truth to it. Being fated, in a sense, does take your choice away. But I can feel it through my true form. Something that goes over the primordials. Something that is higher than fate.
?My father nods and comes over to place a hand on my shoulder. “Then whatever you need, I am here.”
?I nod my thanks, and then my father steps away and lets shadows consume him as he twists away. Back to home with my mother and sister. Leaving me here and a very long road ahead.
Fifteen
Mavyn – Novam 20
I contemplate touching it. The dull purple rune etched on white wood. I wonder if it would light up for me. I wonder if it would burn.
