turns and starts to saunter away.
“Skinwalker,” I fume, my voice shaking the room. She stops at the door. “You will not call me Lucy, or else.”
She grins, winking at me over her shoulder—such bravery. “Are you coming, Lucy, or are you going to stand around here stroking your cock and telling yourself how powerful you are?”
Then she leaves, and I blink in shock as the others laugh and follow after her…I do not understand. How could one little woman, a skinwalker, face me down. Even Xaph is hesitant to...yet she was not.
What just happened?
Most importantly, if people start to call me Lucy, I am going to kill that little woman.
I think my mate, my goddess, has a death wish. She walked right up to that demon and faced him down, almost reprimanding him like you would a child. It was clear he didn’t even know what to do, but she must have felt his power, his age. The ancient demon is stronger than any of us.
Something, someone to fear.
Yet she didn’t. Does she know something we don’t, or is she simply past caring?
We can all feel it, her need, her bloodlust flowing through her. A pull draws her from the room, a tie leading her to the council as if she must be there. As if she is destined to be there. She can feel it too, the urgency. Her feet speed up, her little legs blurring as we leave the suite and storm through the mansion.
We are all surprised when the demon appears right next to her, watching her out of the corner of his eye like he is unsure how to respond or act around her. “What is your plan, walker?” he snaps. “To just storm in there, you and your men?”
She grins, not even glancing at him. “Why don’t you wait and see, Lucy?” I know she’s calling him that on purpose now. His face contorts in a sneer and I think he is debating throttling her, so I slip between them and grab her hand, holding it as we head back to the top of the dungeons. She stops at that door and looks at Nos. “Get them ready, it’s time.”
She looks at us then, her face softening. “Now’s your chance to turn back, you don’t have to do this, they might kill us.”
“We do this together,” Griffin snarls.
“Together.” I nod.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Jair adds.
“Little Monster, it’s time to put our actions into words, we will follow you anywhere.”
She sighs as the wolf inserts his bark to the chorus of agreements, wearing a brilliant smile on her face as she looks around at us. “Then let’s kill the council.”
She turns and swings open the dungeon doors. I pull her back as the monsters from below boil upwards and out, their claws, teeth, and anger filling the air. They want revenge, they want blood.
They will get it.
I send a whisper to Griffin’s mind and watch as he breaks away to do as I ask. I watch the outpouring of monsters from the dungeons, more than I even knew existed, never mind know how to name.
There are wolves, snakes, witches, nymphs, vampires, and so many more. All angry, all looking for blood. It’s chaos at first. I hear screams farther down the hall, and I know they have found some guards. Laughing, I feel my mates press closer, but I’m not afraid.
Not of these monsters. No, the council should be terrified, not me.
They are lost. They are like us, like me. They are mine.
I gather my power and direct it to them in a surge. Every eye turns to me, all waiting, watching—they know I set them free. They don’t know why, but if left alone they would fracture and fight each other, maybe even be captured again, and I can’t let that happen. I need every single monster here if I am to get to the council. Even now, I can feel them calling upon their nephilim, and when Griffin returns with the information I requested, he nods at me.
“As you thought, they are closing the doors, and the nephilim are lining up before them like lambs to slaughter,” he snarls, mad at his own people for letting themselves be used.
“If they wish to die for the council, we will oblige.” I grin and he smirks.
Looking back at the gathered monsters, I raise my voice and infuse it with the power inside me that seems to know what to do. “They stole you! They mistreated you,