Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,4
want justice for our supernatural brothers! Our council! No one will sit upon those chairs until we receive JUSTICE!"
"Justice!"
I finished lighting the final candle of the four, my eyes taking in their strong flames that grew taller from my mere attention.
Placing my hands together, I prayed within my head, drowning out the cries and pleas of the thousands of individuals around me as we continued this vigil that had started at the break of dawn.
Three days had passed, and no arrests had yet been made. The world was in mourning, attempting to grasp the catastrophe that plagued our city and the world of supernaturals.
The news outlets couldn't stop talking about the incident, replaying the very moment before the bomb exploded and sent everyone flying into a frenzy. Someone had submitted the perfect angle that caught me being thrown back, before I ended up walking to the stage of broken wood and body parts.
It almost looked like a movie stunt, but my obvious shock wasn't feigned. The video projected the shock of it all, the very scene centered on my face that was covered in scratches and dust.
My scream always seemed to make the news reporters tear up and fight to compose themselves as if the sound triggered their emotions of regret and heartache. It wasn't their duty to protect them, but the video clip that was the number one trending video everywhere made it feel as though you were responsible for the disappearance of Tristian, Dominick, Otis, and Adonis.
No matter who told the story, no one - and I mean absolutely no one - had been able to acknowledge the obvious outcome of the situation. It was as if no one wanted to state that the four men who garnished love from the nation had been murdered.
Even with the blinded ignorance, everyone was willing to blast King Cyldrirth, and the death of Widow, who was still a ranked supernatural, got him the top spot on the Most Wanted supernatural list.
It would only be a matter of time before the truth came out of who he was, and I'd ensured it would reach the surface before it harmed our real father. The world would be shocked by the news, which would only reveal the suffering my mother had gone through all by her lonesome.
The supernatural world would witness firsthand the strength she carried all this while, and that would be when we'd be able to reveal ourselves.
I need to ensure Castalia's alive.
The last two days had been dedicated to resting and finding the perfect place to create a place of my own. A castle or structure that would bring all eyes on me, enough to distract them from what I was brewing within the shadows.
We found the proper land for it; all we had to do was wait for this mourning ceremony to come and pass. With mourning comes anger, and that was what I needed.
The world's anger to be on my side.
It was hard to know what I was supposed to do next. I was running on foreign energy, my body grasping the energy that oozed off of the many individuals around me. Their outcries, sadness, anger, and desperation for justice was the fuel I needed to aid me on my conquest.
Standing among the thousands that had gathered here since dawn only proved how important my supernatural bros were to the world. Each of them had made a unique contribution, one that none of them realized would make such a big impact on the world around them when they were absent.
I was sure if they’d gotten a glimpse of this gathering, none of them would have believed it. Their actions to aid those near and far had made enough of an impact to leave millions mourning their disappearance.
To some, they were celebrities. To others, they were the individuals who aided them in whatever bump in the road life brought to their doorstep. Those fighting the loss of a loved one, individuals who were fighting against strenuous diseases. Anyone who felt so alone in this world that they were unsure if they were meant to remain was reminded of what could be possible thanks to Tristian, Dominick, Otis, and Adonis.
They’d all contributed to others’ lives in their own unique way. They continued to live their lives, but still set a high enough example that motivated so many to strive for what they wished to accomplish in this world.
Even with the idea of them not being around me, I was motivated to