made were not meant to take the goddess as their lover. The goddess betrayed me! She was meant to be with me!” he shouts, and the power from his voice pushes my whole body against the wall, hurting me. The tension in the room crushes me like a bug, and I scream, holding my hands against my own ears until it finally stops, and I drop to the floor, gasping for air.
“Why am I your saviour? Why me?” I demand, and the pressure slowly drifts away.
“When the angels made vampires, I became curious about the creatures, so I created my own vampires with the last of my power, with the magic that held my body together...your ancestors. They had hair spun like golden silk, skin paler than the moon, and I loved them as much as I loved the vampires...but it didn’t last.” He pauses and the light flickers. “My vampires wanted to be with their own kind and left their home and made friends with the other vampires. They had half-breed children...they ruined the perfection I had created, so I had no other option.”
“What happened?” I ask, feeling my heart banging around in my chest.
“I told my angels, the race which was still perfect, that the vampires were enemies. I made it look like the vampires killed a powerful angel, leaving his body in ruins, but I did it. My people killed them all, well, most,” he snaps. “Some clearly got away. I watched, building my power, until I met you. With the magic I had, I saw in your soul who your ancestors were. You are my creation, Kaitlyn, and you should have chosen me. I made Gabriel take your blood to find out what was wrong with you. I never suspected to find out who you were born to be, to find the amount of vampire magic that lingers even past so many generations. So I am reluctant to kill you…I wonder if I can shape you into what I want.”
“I choose Ren and vampires. I will always choose them, no matter what you do to me. You are a monster covered in light, and one day you will fall because you are a fake god! Fake, and ruling with nothing but fear!” I scream at the light, not regretting one word even as the pressure in the room becomes unbearable. Like boots are stomping on me, pushing me down to the floor, I can hardly move an inch.
“You are merely a drop of water in the spinning sands of time. Why should I let you live, Kaitlyn Lightson?”
For a moment, I’m not sure what the answer should be, but as I stare into the light, four faces flicker into my mind. Ren, Thallon, Henry and Myles. They need me as much as I need them, and I can’t think of a way we could live without each other anymore. Our lives are woven in things far stronger than time and gods.
“You don’t have the magic you once did, and my blood does. You know it, you created my ancestors with the last of your power. I have your power lingering in me, and you need the angels to see you as all powerful,” I respond, and he almost laughs, but he doesn’t reply to me. “Killing me means killing any chance of gaining your magic back.”
The silence that follows my words is almost as painful as the pressure of the room, the feel of his strength. I push against it with everything I have, getting myself to my feet even as I shake.
“For betraying me once, you will lose your wings in fire and pain. Maybe that will hold your tongue,” he sourly replies to me, not mentioning the secret I now hold. “The next time we meet, Kaitlyn Lightson, you will bow, or you will die. Magic or not.”
“I will never bow to a fake god!” I shout, tasting my own blood in my mouth. The fake god’s laugh fills my ears as pain as I’ve never known it, bursts into every inch of my body. I writhe in pain as it feels like two lines are cut down my back where my wings are, and the pain makes me blink in and out of consciousness. All I see is fire and light, and it reminds me of the time I was born into an angel. Just with so much more pain than ever before. I vaguely feel hands on my upper arms, picking me