voice that wants to break the rules, who craves the chaos and wrongness I bring. I exploit it now.
My darkness curls through those cracks, those doubts, and pushes them, the voice in his mind urging him to give in. I see him battling his beliefs, his nature, as I thread my power through him like a puppet, showing him just how strong I am. How powerful. How I could have this whole world on their knees before me as I walk through their worship of fear and death.
“Demon, stop!” he orders, his voice shooting out like bullets, but I just laugh, still relaxing on the throne. This is almost like the time he tried to perform an exorcism on me. I grow bored though and pull back, it was enough, a warning. He is breathing heavily, his sweat covering his brow as I sit there unbothered. “Why are you awake?” he asks again, his voice shaken now that he is aware of just how formidable I am. I wonder what he would think if he knew I could possess him.
Tilting my head, I watch him as I decide what to share. “Not for you, or your seat. Do not worry, angel, I do not crave your power or the love of your people. I have a different purpose, it will take me away from you.”
“You are not to leave this place! This is our duty!” he retorts.
“I do what I wish, do not test me again, angel,” I warn, my tone exploding like a volcano and he flinches.
“We have had enough of your reign, of your unruly behaviour. You represent our people, you are a leader now, vowed to protect and guide our populace. A hundred years awake, five hundred asleep, that is how we work! You cannot break tradition or your vows on a whim!” he protests, but just then we are interrupted by the servant. He scurries into the room and throws himself on the floor between us.
“Yes?” we both say at the same time, and the angel cuts me a glare as I grin.
“M-Masters,” he offers worriedly to not offend us, I do have a tendency to kill them. Once we had to replace him nine times in one week, that was a good time. “There has been a disturbance.”
“A disturbance?” Xaph repeats with a frown, and I shrug at him, already bored with this conversation.
“Yes, master. Unrest, unbalance,” he explains quickly.
“Someone is trying to rise above their station?” I muse and Xaph frowns.
“Maybe, do you know anything else?” he inquires, addressing the servant.
“It is to the south, master, towards the dragons’ homes. There is a crack forming, they are breaking back through into the world.”
“What? Why?” Xaph fumes as I grin, I did say I enjoy chaos, after all.
“Well, it looks like you have your hands full, angel, I will be on my way,” I comment before standing, and he turns to me with a heavenly glare.
“You will do no such thing. We must determine why you are awake, and as a leader you are duty bound to investigate this disturbance, which does not mean killing them! Or have you forgotten your blood oath, snake?”
Damn oaths, I hate them, pesky bastards to break. Last time I tried I sunk Atlantis, fun times.
I sit back down, smoke curling around me as the chair burns under my anger. He does not understand. My duty is no longer to this world or the people under us, but to finding her, to claiming her before she is snatched away. If they knew I had a mate, that she was out there...they would do whatever it took to take her and make her theirs, to control me. She is my one weakness and she is left alone in the world, unprotected as I face an infuriated agent of God.
I can’t remember my name or birthplace. Or even my life before this. How long have I been trapped here? I can’t tell, it is all a blur, a foggy memory I can’t grasp. The thirst rips holes in my mind and lets in the darkness until I’m half mad. My memories, my past, flickers through my head, a horror show that weakens me further, my own mind turning against me until I am howling both internally and externally.
I leap to my feet and whirl, my gun held in my hand, but I am too late. Antoinette screams as I watch a creature rip into her neck. Blood arcs out, hitting the door