I cup my hands around my mouth and tilt my head back.
“Ca-caw!”
The critters of the forest respond to my call and I stifle my snicker.
“You’ll make an animal noise? Seriously?”
“Would you rather me scream, ‘Kyzen, save me!’”
“Yeah, actually. Then I know exactly what you need.”
Where’s the chaos in that?
I’m sticking with the critter call.
The sound around us silences once again and we continue to mosey our way down this damn never-ending road for a few more minutes. I keep my singing mental so I can focus on what’s around me.
“Riven,” Kyzen whispers as our footsteps slow.
“Yeah, I see it. You can’t really miss it.”
Maybe fifty or so feet in front of us, a massive, sleek, black house stretches into the night sky. There’s absolutely no fucking reason for one person to live in a monstrosity this large.
Okay, I’ll admit it’s not a monstrosity. I actually appreciate the old, timey, mortal castle kind of look.
Those powerless beings sure have—had maybe?—good taste in designs.
The only sources of light the God of Shadows has placed around his dwelling are glowing beams like what’s around thestronghold in the Abandon. The only difference is that these give off red rays rather than white.
“You two never would’ve been the sons of Obliteration I’d assume to find at my front door.”
Obsidian takes the steps out of his house one at a time as shadows stretch toward him, feening for his command. He lets them coil through his fingers once before fanning them away.
Damn, I hate when fuckers make a badass entrance.
I’m sure if I hadn’t grown up with the God of Death, that shit would be intimidating.
I need to up my scary like them.
“Love what you’ve done with the place, Obsidian. The all black really suits you.”
I’m not sure if he smiles back at me. He’s shrouded from head to toe in darkness. There’s a long-standing rumor that he no longer possesses a physical form beneath that cloak.
I can’t wait to find out.
Hopefully, there’s some flesh actually. I need to take Thayla a little souvenir back.
“You must have gone to great lengths to learn my whereabouts. State your business.”
I tilt my head to the side.
“You already know that answer. Don’t take my fun from me.”
A low laugh escapes him as shadows rise from the ground. Kyzen attempts to step forward with me, but I place my hand on his chest.
“Be ready.”
The words leave my lips and his power caresses my neck. My torch lamp hits the ground—the flame flickering to nothing—just as the first shadow figure attacks.
