Supernatural Villain (Supernatural Captivity #3) - Avery Song Page 0,51

in the grand scheme of the Great Summoning."

"We should also bring out information regarding the summoning," I voiced as the thought rushed through my mind as well as Otis’s.

"Not many know of the Great Summoning, but if we share enough information through the same grapevine regarding our deaths, the awakening of these lands, Cassandra's potential uprising, and the hidden past of the previous rulers' deaths that are connected to Wilfried and the Great Summoning, we could create a huge cloud of uncertainty."

"Uncertainty will prompt the desire for answers, which we supernaturals are good at retrieving," Dominick whispered. "That would lead to the higher-ups wanting to talk to those who have the best archives in all of the supernatural races," he suggested, his lips curling before he finished with, "The fae."

"They'll seek the fae kingdom's assistance, which will then reveal the truth that was hidden and point in Wilfried's direction, revealing his manipulative abilities," Tristian encouraged.

"The rumors and speculation will open up a case worthy enough to investigate at a universal level that could involve all races, including the gods," Omarion quietly voiced. "If we get involved, it'll be enough for a swift investigation and a warrant for Wilfried."

"Which would delay any process he has for achieving what he wishes," Tristian concluded with a wide smile. "We need to start this now if we want any chance of getting this initiated by morning."

"Aren't you guys going to explain how the hell you're alive?" Omarion asked with a brow raised. "Because I'm rather impatient."

"It's a bit long," Tristian admitted.

"More like complicated," Dominick suggested.

I looked at Otis before we both shrugged and he began to think of a quick summary of the matter. "We were summoned by Queen Cyldrirth during the time you and Cass went to do that ceremony stuff. It made sense to do it because it would ensure we returned the same time as you guys, which would be the night before the funeral."

"Queen Cyldrirth explained that she was worried about the funeral and told us that she'd received news that someone wished to poison us in some way," I carried on. "When you take a position on the supernatural council, you have to drink a serum that basically aids in protecting you from crazy shit during public conferences. We assumed that's what she meant, so she offered a counter serum that would nullify anything given to us."

"However, we all suddenly got sleepy and basically passed out," Dominick revealed.

"Wait, what?" Omarion looked confused but King Wyatt chuckled as he bobbed his head in understanding.

"Faith always has to be sneaky when it comes to initiating her diabolical plans."

"Diabolical plans?" Omarion looked even more confused, but Tristian nodded in agreement.

"See, when we passed out, it didn't feel like we had," Tristian tried to explain. "Think of it like we assumed we'd fallen asleep because when we woke up, we were in beds and ready to go. Everything seemed normal when we left until we arrived and were immediately summoned. We all had an odd feeling about going and none of us felt well."

"It was like our heads were in the clouds," Otis and I said in unison, and I followed up with, "We were present, but it felt like we were high as fuck. Coherent, yet not one-hundred percent there. There was no time to really think, just to do, and even though we were doing, it felt as though a part of us was elsewhere."

"We assumed it was because we were also worried about Cass," Dominick admitted. "Plus, traveling to and from the fae lands can make you feel unbalanced until you're well-rested, and none of us had a second's break when we returned due to the sudden summoning."

"When Wilfried suddenly arrived and introduced himself, we wanted to act fast, but it was like our powers were all drained out. We were there, present, and everything felt real as fuck, but we couldn't summon our elements or anything. I couldn't shift, and suddenly it felt like we were being tugged by a hidden force," Tristian elaborated.

Otis and I nodded before we crossed our arms over our chests.

"Then the bomb happened," Otis stated, and allowed me to carry on.

"When the blast went off, nothing could protect us, but that tugging sensation suddenly yanked us with enough force that it felt as if our very souls were pulled out of our bodies. For me, I visibly saw our bodies turn into ash, and yet, I felt nothing but emptiness. It was only a