I stare at him in disbelief, the unpleasant image he painted of him getting “railed” by a sanguidae to the point of being broken and drained leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth. “What it must be like to live inside your head,” I mutter, shaking my head.
“Wouldn’t you like to know,” he smirks.
“I really wouldn’t.”
“Anyway, enough about me. How did patrols go?”
“I took care of some eyti in Indonesia and then some in Australia.”
“And I’m guessing you didn’t kill them,” he says in an almost accusatory tone.
“I’m not going to kill them when now more than ever there is a chance to save them. Zarseti and Gabriella have a plan, and I don’t want to interfere with it. If there is a way to restore the eyti, I’m going to give them every chance to do so,” I say sternly.
Ayawamat lets out a breath of frustration, again running his fingers through his hair. “Would be so much easier if we could just kill Azadou and be done with the eyti altogether,” he mutters, but I heard him clear as day.
I stare at him, my face no doubt displaying all the hurt and disgust I feel for him right now. How the fuck can he say that to me so callously?
“In case you’ve forgotten, killing Azadou would kill Jartre which in turn would kill us too. There’s also the fact that…what was it again? Oh yeah, Azadou’s my animai you insensitive ass!” I exclaim, throwing my book at his head, successfully hitting my target.
“Ow!” he cries, clutching his head. “Orenda, I say this because I love you, but you have to find a way to reject him.”
His words pierce me like fiery hot daggers. Sure, we bicker like any other siblings would, but never has he said anything so hurtful. Reject my animai? A gift given to me by Zarseti herself.
“If you really loved me you won’t ever say that to me again,” I say icily. “Zarseti chose me as his animai.”
“Then Zarseti fucked up! We were created to destroy the very beings he plagued the Earth with, now suddenly you’re meant to be his true love? He’s the God of Malice, Orenda, he can’t even feel love!”
“How the fuck would you know?! We’d never even met him before. Zarseti wouldn’t pair us if she believed he was incapable of love or kindness. I’m not rejecting him just because you don’t like the situation.”
“He’s dangerous, Orenda. Even the other Gods fear him.”
“Or maybe they fear him because they don’t understand him. He wasn’t born the way they were, and if you’re just going to sit there and demand I tear my own essram apart for the sake of your comfortability then you can get the fuck out,” I spit harshly, pointing my finger to the door.
He sighs rubbing his face, “I swear I’m not trying to be cruel, I’m only thinking of what’s best for you,” he says softly.
“And how is destroying part of my very being what’s best for me?” I snap contemptuously.
I get to my feet and storm out of my room since he has no intention of leaving. I make my way downstairs, grateful to see no sign of Ayawamat’s fuck buddies and step out onto the front patio. I close my eyes, lifting my face to the sky and breathe in the fresh air. I admit I was shocked to learn that the God of Malice was my animai, and yes, I’ve questioned it, but from the moment that bond awoke between us I can’t deny the yearning I feel every minute of the day to be with him. To protect him, cherish him and get to know him. I want more than anything for him to give me that chance, but he continues to evade me. He never responds to my calls or pleas, and I have no way of finding him on my own. I feel like I’ve been set adrift with no oars, and I just keep being pulled further and further out to sea.
Once again, in a last-ditch effort to seek answers and guidance, I call out the name of another who evades me.
“Merlos…please, I know you can hear me. Please speak to me. I desperately need your help. I need your wisdom and guidance…please just grant me a few minutes of your time,” I pray. I open my eyes and wait patiently, but as time presses forward, she doesn’t show herself.
For weeks I have called to the Goddess of the Void, pleading for her help, but she refuses to answer my prayers. I don’t know what I’m expected to do. I’ve been given an animai who shows no interest in me, my creator was disgusted at the very thought of the pairing and my own brother wants me to throw it away like it means nothing. I just wish there was someone who could tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do.
Just look at them. Humans now swarm the globe by the billions, their very existence polluting the Earth they inhabit, rotting it from the inside out. I remember when this planet was a thriving oasis, and the humans who existed among it respected it, nurtured it, and even revered it. Now look at them. They move like uncoordinated ants, crashing into one another while simultaneously trying to avoid each other. It would be comical if it weren’t so pathetic. And then there’s the stench.Every last one of them carries the putrid stench of malice. It emanates from them, contaminating everything around them like a virus. Some wear their malice proudly, owning it and showcasing it like it were a decomposing crown to be mounted proudly upon their heads. Others hide theirs. They attempt to mask it with good deeds and kind words, but I still smell it. I can smell the insincerity a continent away. They can pretend to be mild-mannered, compassionate creatures, but it takes so little to bring forth
Sickened by the thought of infecting my senses by suffering through more human interactions, I transport myself back to my home – if one could call it that. I’ve never had a home, but I find the concept strange yet comforting. A dwelling of my own creation that separates me from all the earthly things I despise, while providing me with a sanctuary to do as I will, even rest should I find need of it.I chose to take up residence in a place called Hoia-Baciu, a forest in a land called Romania. Gullible and paranoid humans seem to believe this dark forest is haunted, and I suppose now it is. When I erected this home for myself I realised this was the first thing I had ever created of my own volition. Yes, I created the eyti but there’s not a single eyti in existence that I ever made intentionally. This place, however, was. I saw it in my mind then made it happen and have come to treasure this place in the short time I’ve resided here. I even feel quite protective of it, another emotion I
It’s been centuries since I got this dressed up, yet here I am dressing for the same reason I did then.Today is the autumnal equinox, one of the two times of the year when the sun is exactly above the equator making day and night equal in length. The other time this occurs is called the vernal equinox. To celebrate, supernaturals gather among their kind in hopes of finding their soulmate. However, for thousands of years during the autumnal equinox, the delegation has hosted the Autumnal Ball, allowing supernaturals from all corners of the globe to come together at the Kartheca to try to find their animai among other species. The last time I attended was in the 1500s and that was only for the novelty of it. This time is different.While everyone will be attending hoping to find their animais, I’ve already found mine; he just doesn’t want anything to do with me. This would have been another year I avoided this event but for some unknown reason, me and my brother were personally request
We exit the house and make our way onto the grass, my heels sinking into the dirt with each step I take. I focus on feeling the power within me take hold, and as a burst of electricity shoots through my body my human form is quickly replaced with my raitruum form along with my brother. I stretch out my thirty-foot-long wings, feeling the breeze between my feathers as I bring myself to my full fifteen-foot height. I feel my power and strength coursing through me like a livewire. In this form, everything is heightened. I hear beyond what I could in human form, smell scents I was completely unaware of and see up to five miles away.I look over at my brother as he flaps his wings, the bright gold of his feathers that fade into electric blue glowing majestically like they were being lit from within. In bird form, we are identical in every way but scent, so only certain beings can tell us apart. But since we tend to handle our duties solo to keep us spread out, that issue doesn’t come up muc
Okay, I’m ready for bed.Besides living with my brother, I’ve been a very solitary being for thousands of years. The most social interactions I experience are when I interact with the Delegation or save someone’s life. Apart from that, I’m happy to do my own thing, so all these back-to-back discussions with so many people wanting to get to know me are a bit overwhelming. The selfies, on the other hand, were going a bit far for some of them, but I suppose they wanted visual proof they met a raitruum.The moment I’m given a chance to breathe, I race over to the buffet, pull up the bust of my dress once again and help myself to some eclairs. I’m just digging into my second when I feel a wave of serenity wash over me as arms wrap around me from behind. I glance down and see gold flecks of glitter buried against ivory skin. I look behind me to see a bright smile and golden eyes twinkling up at me.“Kamelya, you startled me,” I chuckle, putting my éclair down and turning to hug her.“Those
“I’m so sorry to interrupt, but you’re Orenda, aren’t you?” asks the blonde woman, her turquoise eyes shining with hope.“That would be me, I’m sorry, do we know each other?” I ask curiously, trying to place her face.She’s toned and beautiful in a one-sleeved, glittering, turquoise gown with a sweetheart neckline and a slit up to her hip with a bustle of turquoise silk flowing from her hip accentuating her curves. The shoes make quite the statement being eight-inch holographic platforms with diamond straps and a diamond starflower as the buckle. She looks like royalty but based on the familiar energy, I’m going to guess an Alpha, which makes the handsome gentleman with his arm around her, her Luna. His jet black hair is tied back in a half-up pony and is in a matching three-piece turquoise suit with a white button-down and white tie, with turquoise suede loafers with gold tipped toes.I’ve never had the privilege of meeting a male Luna before. I’ve met a few female Alphas in my time,
Not a moment later, I feel my entire body become rigid. An intense, overwhelming wave of energy comes over me almost knocking me off my feet, and it takes all of me to remain standing. I can feel it approaching like a cold, dense fog skimming across the water and cloaking the land with a cloud of unease. I’d know that feeling anywhere. A feeling I should loathe and shiver at, but I don’t. It makes my body feel alive and my essram rejoice in ways I can’t begin to explain. It feels like a black hole sucking me into its depths, and never have I wanted something so much in my whole life. As disturbing as that thought should be, it brings me nothing but comfort.I look to the end of the ballroom, my heart skipping several beats as that energy intensifies. A moment later, the grand double doors are pushed open, and stepping over the threshold without a single care is none other than Azadou himself.The God of Malice.The Demon God.My animai.His bright purple eyes glance around the room wit
With a deep and unyielding sense of solicitude coursing through me, I race over to the mirror, tearing the vestiges of human modesty from my torso and stare at my reflection in the mirror. My brows furrow, the complete maelstrom of my thoughts clear on my face as with a faltering hand I touch my chest – searching – but there’s nothing.How did she do it?Outside of the Gods, no being has ever willingly touched me. No being ever dared. Is she that vacuous or just ruled by a sense of self-abandonment, lacking in any notions of self-preservation? More importantly…nothing came of her touch. She showed no fear or hesitation as she placed her hand upon my chest. I saw no hatred or disgust in those prism eyes. She looked upon me, pleading, beseeching; her voice soft, confident and firm, yet the very sound of it seemed to cast a spell of calmness upon my being.For the first time since I was torn into this world, I felt frozen. I watched and waited for the malice to take her over…but it never
I step out into the hallway and wait for Jartre to join me. He steps out, closes the door behind him and looks at me with that same paternal look he gave Orenda, making me suppress a sneer.“If you’re about to lecture me, I don’t have the energy for it,” I forewarn.He responds with a brief, half-hearted smile as he shakes his head. “Orenda is alive right now because of you, if anything, I want to thank you.”I raise an incredulous brow. “Thank me? She nearly died because of me,” I remind him. How fucking stupid is he?“So…you don’t want me to lecture you, but you don’t want me to thank you either,” he ventures. “Are you trying to put me in a precarious position or are your emotions in that great a conflict with one another?” he gages thoughtfully.My nostrils flare and my mouth sets into a hard line. “What the fuck do you want me to say?”Jartre takes a deep breath and scrubs his hands down his face. “Azadou…” he begins. “I’ve been where you are. Not exactly the same,” he clarifies b
Appearing in Orenda’s bedroom with Ayawamat, I lay her on the bed with cautious movements, listening for the faintest sound of pain or distress, but still she remains silent. Now that I have an unobstructed view of her face I see the swollen bruise forming on her right cheek. My mind races, painting vivid and nightmarish pictures of what Orenda endured for the past month to have caused her to be in the state she’s in now. I step back and let Ayawamat tend to her but continue to allow the energy of my essram to radiate around me. I can’t tell if it’s helping Orenda, but I know it’s at least helping the baby. There was a sense of desperation coming from it that has now subsided somewhat. It wasn’t like a thought or an emotion but more of a primal survival instinct.I watch, feeling helpless as Ayawamat kneels on the floor, assessing Orenda and covering her with blankets with a focused look ingrained on his face. I’m unsure of what to say or do. I feel compelled to stay but I also feel l
Something forceful shakes my body, pulling me from my slumber and sending shockwaves of pain through every nerve in my body.“You are not ruining everything I have worked so hard on,” I hear Invidia’s voice angrily hiss close to my ear.I struggle to open my eyes, only managing to catch glimpses of her through blurry slits. I see the dreaded syringe in her hand and begin to scream internally, pleading with my body to do something, anything. My vision repeatedly fades between darkness and Invidia’s small frame hovering over me as I struggle to keep my eyes open even a fraction. I can feel the life leaving my body bit by bit like water going down a drain. I want to scream, I want to cry, but I don’t even have the energy to produce tears anymore.The despair strangles me like a noose around my neck as I watch Invidia lift my shirt, ready to jam another needle inside me. Her eyes turn obsidian, her golden pupils glinting at me with disgust when suddenly a soft lilac-blue stone hanging aro
“Wh…what do you mean you can’t grant me a wish?!” Ayawamat stammers in confusion.Tituba sighs sympathetically. “Don’t you remember? You accidentally triggered a wish two centuries ago and I had no choice but to grant it.”Ayawamat’s face scrunches up as he thinks hard, followed by a look of realisation that confirms Tituba’s words to be the truth.“Fuck!” he shouts, clutching his head. “You’re right. I remember Orenda and I came to spend time with you; we were drinking, and I stupidly tripped and fell right into you,” he sighs lamentably.She nods solemnly. “I’m sorry, Aya. I really do want to help you, but you know I can only grant one wish per person,” she gently clarifies.“Then grant me the wish,” I instruct, walking over to them.Their heads snap to me as they both look taken aback.“I’ve never granted the wish of a God before…” she muses warily. “But if it will help find Orenda, I am more than willing to try,” she declares confidently, extending her hand to me.As I reach for he
With Ayawamat at my side, we appear on a cliffside high atop a mountain, standing at the entrance of some cave. The cliffside has a scenic view of the surrounding forest; a sea of lush colour that stretches on for miles until it reaches the ocean on the horizon.Orenda would love this view.I’m startled by the sudden thought that infiltrated my mind. Why did I just think that? How the fuck would I know what Orenda loves? I don’t know her any more than I know myself, and I’ve come to realise I am still a stranger to myself. I shake away the unruly thought and focus back on the cave, becoming aware of the magic exuding from within.“How exactly can this cave help find your sister?” I question sceptically.Ayawamat rolls his eyes and steps inside. I heave a sigh and follow in behind him. He raises his hand in the air and summons an electric charge to his hand, using its energy as a light source to guide his path.“This cave is home to a visum named Tituba. She has lived here in isolation
“You know, over these past weeks I decided to do a little extra research into your species,” she discloses like a teacher addressing a class as she slowly starts to pace in front of the bed, making me uneasy. “I knew you wouldn’t willingly answer my questions, so I went back to my old method of scouring magical libraries around the world only to realise I’d already exhausted that avenue the first time I started researching you,” she says with a dramatised sigh.She pauses, waiting for me to prompt her to continue with her monologue but I remain silent. I’m painfully accustomed to this performance by now and still refuse to feed into her need for an audience, though it’s obvious where the need stems from.She huffs with irritation at being denied her spotlight, but continues, turning to face me. “I was racking my brain when suddenly an idea hit me!” she exclaims. “I needed to expand my research parameters, after all, humans have tons and tons of lore on supernatural beings all over the
“Spare me the virtuous bullshit,” she rasps. “You think you have me all figured out, but you don’t have a fucking clue,” she ridicules.I force myself to sit up, pushing through the overwhelming ache in my body. “Then explain it to me,” I insist lethargically. “Because from my side of things, I see a promising young woman so hell-bent on accumulating power that she’d sacrifice her future and soul without a second thought.”“This isn’t about power!” she snaps in reproach. “Power is…it’s nothing!” she continues with contemptible disinterest. “This is about respect. This is about reclaiming everything that I was denied!” she declares forcefully, her eyes wild with determination. “That heartless bitch treated me like some dirty little secret, using me and my powers to make herself stronger, all while making sure no one ever knew I existed,” she reveals scornfully. “Oh, she wanted me to believe that it was for my own protection, claiming people would try to hurt me if they knew I existed,”
As I slowly wake up I am met with an unbearable soreness emanating from every part of my body. Within seconds I am pleading with my brain to let me go back to sleep so I might resume being blissfully ignorant of my suffering. I shift slightly, grimacing when the soreness intensifies only to then groan in pain when I feel the profound throbbing and swelling spreading throughout my right cheek.“About time you woke up,” grouses a voice I detest.I reluctantly open my eyes and see a distressingly familiar wooden vaulted ceiling. A glance at my surroundings confirms that I am back in the bedroom that doubles as my prison cell, with my warden sitting on a chair at the foot of the bed. Invidia's eyes are obsessively fixed on me as a glower fills her features. She’s leaning forward with her elbows on her knees, her muscles rigid with tension and her hands clasped tight in front of her. Her white hair is pushed back with a headband, allowing me to see the beads of sweat gathering on her brow.
“You said everyone believes the eyti surges were a trap to lure in you and your sister and that whoever was behind them has and is cloaking Orenda,” I repeat for clarification, trying to stay focused.He nods, looking intently at me. “That’s the current theory, but it hasn’t helped us figure out who it could be.”“I think you’re all right. I think this is related to the false surges and I believe I’ve come across the person behind them,” I announce.“What? When? Who?” he sputters with rapid fire.“I don’t know who, but I’m sure Orenda told you of the conversation we had on the matter,” I suggest gently.His brows knit together so tightly they almost become one as he thinks hard. “She did tell me how she told you we believed a makkari was behind everything and you confirmed that was true. That you had figured it out and just didn’t bother to say anything,” he recalls resentfully.The list of all the ways this is my fault is becoming exceedingly long. Not only is it my fault Orenda was