That’s the biggest misunderstanding when it comes to this god.
He doesn’t feed only on the night like what’s surrounding us.
Our inner shadows taste just as sweet.
Repressed fears, secrets, guilt, trauma. Emotional “shadows.”
It was one thing when he fed from my brothers and me.
But he fed from my angel.
That will be his last meal.
Swords unsheathing echo through the forest like a warning and my lips split into a smile.
“Okay.”
My power swirls, as do my eyes.
Both burgundy and blue.
Two sides to the same coin will work as one tonight.
“Okay,” I agree.
My hum echoes around us as we take our first step onto the foggy, forbidding path.
I allow my lamp to swing between Kyzen’s and my body to keep the living, not very discreet, shadows from swirling around our legs.
Their master is already aware we’re here.
“One, two, three, four, five,
I’m gonna catch a shadow alive.
Six, seven, eight, nine, ten,
He’s gonna pay me for his sin.
What sin did he commit?
His power made my angel submit.
What will you do once he’s dead?
Make my burden get out of bed.”
“So what’s the plan?” I don’t disrupt my hum to answer my brother, and he sighs. “You have a plan, right?”
“Yes, it’s quite simple. Kill him.”
He huffs out a chuckle.
“Obviously. But are you attacking him with some concoction in your pack or am I stabbing him in the heart? Who’s doing what?”
“That’s a very good question. You’re far faster and better with a sword than I am, so you should probably fight off whatever little beasties he creates. I’ll take him and if I need your help, I’ll give you the signal.”
“What signal?”
