Dark Possession - Aja James Page 0,95
in existence, while Lord Wind is Air. We must find the other two—Fire and Water. It does not bode well that our enemies, if the Dark King survives that eruption, have two Elementals in the same hive. Not only that, Maximus, Ramses’ Commander, is the spawn of the Tiger King.
“You are telling me things I already know,” Medusa muttered, rather like a rebellious child when the parent was lecturing her.
The New England Hive also has an alliance with the Pure Ones, the voice in her head continued, unperturbed.
The capture of the Seer and the gifting of her person to Ramses has not broken trust between the two sides. The Pure Ones also has significant strength in their court. The Great White Beast who trounced you—
“Shut up,” Medusa hissed, incensed at the reminder.
As well as the Destroyer and the Light Bringer.
She slowed her footsteps in consideration as she walked down a long, dimly-lit tunnel.
“What exactly is the Light Bringer, anyway? Inanna has the ability to see through any solid object and zoom her vision in and out like a microscope and a telescope, but what Gift does she have as the Light Bringer?”
That remains to be seen. The Scrolls and the Prophesies are sometimes impossible to interpret. Whatever her role is, we should not underestimate it.
Medusa reached her destination and flicked on overhead halogen lights.
Immediately the previously silent, cavernous space erupted in cacophony.
“Quiet,” she commanded softly.
And all was instantly eerie stillness again.
“It was your idea to bomb the mountain, not mine,” Medusa said, “I wanted to capture Ramses and the Eagle King to add to our army.”
You saw their powers. The mission would never have been successful. Just as it is futile to try to capture and convert Lord Wind again.
“Enlil is mine. He will always be mine, no matter what he thinks, where he hides. And so is Tal-Telal.”
The voice in her head remained loudly silent, obviously disagreeing, but choosing not to argue.
Let’s prioritize, shall we? With the Snake King eliminated, the Eagle King potentially killed in this battle, we still have the Tiger King with his small band of misfits in the Yukon Territory and two Elementals to search and recruit, assuming Ramses perished in the blast.
“Do you think he might have survived?”
I have a feeling we should not write him off just yet. He called forth the eruption. He is part of the earth, and the earth will protect him accordingly. I cannot vouch for the others.
Medusa shrugged.
“I have plenty to keep the Dark King busy if he somehow finds his way back to his throne. Now that I know what he is, and the extent of his powers, I will adjust my plans as needed.”
Your Creature is still with the Pure Ones. It could reveal our plans.
“It doesn’t know everything. And even if it guessed what it doesn’t know and divulges the information, no one can stop the wheels in motion.”
Medusa looked around her in the gigantic chamber.
“And besides, we have our army.”
Before her, held in individual steel cages, were dozens of soulless monsters of all Kinds—Pure Ones, Dark Ones, man-made beasts, some looking more human, some more like animals.
Directly in front of her, in a cell all his own, was a slightly larger cage than the others, for it held her army’s General—
The Pure Ones’ turned Paladin.
“I think it’s time for this one to go on a new mission,” she murmured, stopping before his cell, looking into his blank, black eyes.
What do you have in mind?
“Wait and see,” was all Medusa said.
And her blood-red lips curled into a serpent smile.
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“Eveline, wake up.”
She didn’t want to wake up. She was quite comfortable where she was, cocooned within a toasty embrace, a very hard, satin-covered pillow beneath her cheek.
“Little sprite…”
She wrinkled her nose at the nickname, though hearing it in that husky deep voice didn’t bother her as much as it did before. Perhaps because the emotions with which the words were said were different now. It sounded like an endearment.
“Baby…open those beautiful gray eyes and look at me.”
Her eyelashes fluttered at that lovely entreaty.
Goodness, if that same voice told her to resurrect herself after dying, walk through Tartarus to return to the living, she’d find a way to do it just to hear the low, raspy timbre of it again.
On a deep inhale, she peeled her eyes slightly open, blinking up at her Mate’s sinfully gorgeous face. Which was covered entirely in soot. But that just made the whiteness of his beautiful grin all