She feels like Sanivin, Edmond had whispered in the back of my mind. The oldest of all of us. Old enough to have actually met the first created vampire right before her immortal life came to an end when he was a boy. We may say we’re immortal, but we are not gods. All things eventually die.
Then she had looked back towards the blood witch –afucking blood witch– without an ounce of any emotion and killed her. Killed four of the eleven witches and at least a hundred people in those front lines.
I couldn’t feel anything when my brother, my twin, came at her and they began their battle. They moved like choreographed dancers, landing blows at speeds I almost couldn’t follow. Percius with his shadows and Mavyn with her blood.
Blood – because she has a fractured blood art and isn’t a vampire and was never a human or turned and has blue flame.
I don’t know how she lied to me while I was truth-pulling, but after she blew Percius away and he came for her again with his whips made of shadow it was fire that decimated them. Blue flame that accompanied her blood art and then raw magic, uncontrollable, froze us all in petrification.
It’s why I was able to kill the skilled bone witch I had just been fighting. Even though she shattered part of my leg, she now lays lifeless before me. Such a fucking waste.
But there’s something different about Mavyn now. She feels the same as she had when she told me to stay out of her business. The type of primordial stillness from her while magic pours from her and a sheet of bloodred aura is cast out over the grounds.
Red aura, the same color the spirits had changed to when she sung their song for them. Red aura –heraura.
I am seeing her aura as she faces my brother and the rest of those witches who have been gaining the upper hand above us. There was a reason it was being discussed so long ago about aligning the witches with celestials.
It also feels like when she had been about to kill Percius and Rovan. Thorne had been able to halt her blood in some twist of fortune, but I can hear his minute thoughts. He won’t be able to do it again. He won’t be able to stop what is about to happen again.
My brother is about to die.
Run.
I break my promise to him and force myself into his mind instead of asking for permission. I had asked for permission asecond ago when I told him she was not a vampire. But I do not ask now.
Run, Percius, or you will die now. Tell them all to run because she is about to kill you all.
His terror floods my mind and I can see Thorne and Castiel flinching at it.
“What a child,” we all hear her voice thunder. Ricocheted through the air with a force that has me wanting to slam my knees into the ground.
The unfiltered dominance in her voice. It’s greater than even my fathers.
“It’s not the same. You think you know pain? You don’t know burning.” Her voice pauses for a note and I scream into Percius’s mind. “But I’ll show you.”
Time stills and we’re all helpless watching as she releases her hold on whatever last control she had. More rebels keep appearing from within the forest but there’s no use. I know there is no use. Especially as she says eight words that will make it impossible for me to ever hate her for killing my brother.
“You hurt them, my fated. Now you’re dead.”
That is the first time she’s admitted it.
Then my mind goes blank.
She said them.
And then a star implodes.
Thirty-Five
Mavyn – Novam 11
Death feels. . . weird.
That’s what happens with a supernova. An implosion. It’s the death of a star.
I wouldn’t consider myself a star by any means, but it was the last thing I felt. That hitch in my song right before release. I eviscerated everything – including myself. The sun devil was right. I burned for an eternity, and now I’m dead.
Stop being so dramatic, Mavyllora. It’s unbecoming and you have already looked bad as my student these past two months. I had told Thorne you were as good as him, do not make me a liar.
