Shocked to her core, Amelia turned to look at Vargauz. There were goose bumps on her skin. “Vargauz— I— I don’t know how that happened! I was only protecting myself, and the villagers.” She shook her head in denial of what occurred a few seconds before. “This man— this fae—” she pointed at the ashes. “He wanted to— to—” her voice cracked and she broke into a fit of loud cries. “Where were you?”
Vargauz didn’t take her advice. Lines of determination crossed his face. “No Amelia. My lead is different. Mountains of Kirdis are in the African jungles, whereas I have come to know that the vessel is present in the depths of the Chamneau Loch near France borders. I will first go there as I don’t want to run on a wild goose chase based on what I feel could be a rumor.”
Ever since Amelia had run away with Vargauz, who was his arch nemesis, there was not a day that Xikoth had slept. He would pace his chambers at night and if by chance, his eyelids became heavy due to sleep, the nightmares would rig him—the nightmares of Illaria getting killed or getting sealed in a celestial prison. He was scared that Vargauz might harm her. He was using her for his personal agenda—to find the Divinity Elixir. He wanted to get her out of his clutches before anything happened to her. His heart ached for her and he continuously hated himself for his wrong jud
Frustrated as hell, Amelia risked a glance inside the thick vegetation from where the voices were emanating. Fear of the unknown gripped her and the hair at the back of her neck stood. She dashed after Vargauz, who was now sprinting at lightning speed. She somehow managed to stay with him.
The demetris strode through the forest into a cave that was carved into a pale rock. All along the walls of the cave, there were carvings. Amelia shuddered when she saw that the carvings were that of animals and men being slaughtered or butchered and demons like demetris drinking blood or eating their flesh. She couldn’t imagine a worse place than this. There was red blood splattered on them, which had dried over the years. There were piles of bones and vermin infested animal bodies in the corner. The stench was worse. She felt as if her stomach would churn and whatever she had e
“Yes,” Vargauz said softly.“Where’s it?” Amelia asked as she raised herself to face him.
Vargauz smiled. “I can understand,” he said. He stopped and took her in his arms. Kissing her forehead, he said, “I didn’t know that they would come so soon after you. I wouldn’t have left you alone. My instincts are so attuned to the elixir that most other things are fogged in my brain.” He lifted her chin and placed a light kiss on her lips. “You aren’t mad?”
The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel.
Amelia’s mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish. Her hands carved through her hair, She held them tightly and then stared at him. She shook her head, “I don’t believe you.” A Goddess? Reincarnation of a Goddess? She never felt the vibes of being a Goddess. All she felt was misery, dejection and no one other than her father and Sasha loved her. “You are pulling a hoax in order to claim me,” she said in a low voice. “It’s not true.”