Sarah pov I know I was too harsh with Lazarus, but sometimes, that’s exactly how I must be to get my point across with the triplets. I never intended to make him feel like there’s no trust in our relationship, yet if that’s how I came across when I spoke my mind, I will deal with the consequences. I just wish they would understand why I’m so adamant to keep open communication with them. Right now, all I want is to stay close to my little miracle and see all of her dads next to us. We’re a family, so we should act like one. I wonder how Seth would feel about the mess if she were to find out about how secretive her sons are. Of course, they do this only behind her back to ensure their mother won’t intervene. As a heavy sigh leaves me, someone knocks on the door and doesn’t wait for me to invite them in to open it. Speak of the devil; it’s the one and only, Seth. My eyes follow her as she slides inside the room, hiding something behind her back. “Hey, what are you hiding?” I get st
Sarah pov “What kind of issues?” I raise an eyebrow at Seth as she awkwardly glances at Than. This can’t be good. Seth is a woman of grace and power, and I don’t know anyone who’s more confident in themselves than she is. The only thing Than does is clear his throat and shrug his shoulders while Seth still seeks some support from the demon. Yeah, if they thought I wasn’t suspicious of their behaviour earlier, I definitely am now. I mean, how do they expect me to react if both are acting so strange? Besides, whenever she describes her son’s doings as ‘dealing with some issues, the whole thing is bound to end up in disaster. I roll my eyes at the adults that clearly act like toddlers and clear my throat to catch their attention. “I am not leaving unless I get details. Chop, chop, spit them out.” Although my voice is stern, I feel like I might burst out in laughter any second now. The looks on their faces are priceless, and if I had a camera, I would make sure to keep this moment
Than pov Oh no, the woman is looking at me. No, to describe the feeling more precisely, I need to find other words. If I had a soul, she would be staring right at it, tearing it apart and squeezing out any juices she could get out of it. That’s exactly how Sarah’s gaze looks. And that wicked smirk? Shit, it reminds me of all the things I feared about her. Sure, I’m bigger and stronger, but, fuck me, some women can inflict so much more damage than a man ever could. And so it happens that my lovely Goddess has a few things in common with her daughter-in-law. The stare would be one. The ability to burn the world to ashes just because they were bored would be another. The need to castrate a man because he refuses to give out a piece of information is another talent both of them surely have. I glance at Seth, seeking the much-needed support, but she’s looking away. Wasn’t she the one who pulled me into this mess? Why must I be the one who deals with the aftermath? I clear my th
Luka pov I follow Fenton’s steps, but I can’t stop his words from echoing in my mind. I know he’s talking about something, possibly explaining important details, but I can’t force myself to pay attention. Than claimed God is dead, and here is this man claiming God is lost. Not only that, apparently, God is a she. If I thought our life was messed up earlier, now, it seems like an entire rollercoaster ride. A wild one with loops and surprises no one could predict. I want to figure out why all of this is happening. It can’t be that some trees suddenly grew out of nowhere and decided that my brother or his child could be the only key to close that gate of evil. No, there has to be more. There has to be someone who stands behind creating this mess and watches us try to solve the mystery. “Fenton?” I call his name, stopping his rant mid-sentence. “Hmm?” He hums, still heading forward. I assumed he might stop and give me a moment to ask the question, but I suppose criminal minds t
Lazarus pov I don’t know where to look, what to do, or think anymore. There are so many issues surfacing around us that one person can't possibly deal with all that alone. Not only both of those morons are still God knows where, and one of them left their blood behind, but also there’s the issue with Sarah. Oh, did I forget to mention that my mother arrived, and her puppy of a demon followed hot on her heels? I already dismissed my men, and now, I’m enjoying the well-deserved moment of silence and privacy. The thing is that I know, for a fact, the blood the trackers found is there for a reason. My brothers might be injured, but both are too smart to leave any trail after they left the place. My guess is that Luka left it there for Lenox to find him. Or I would hope so. If Lenox was the one who did it – well, shit. One detail about my youngest brother is that he refuses to do blood tests when doctors demand those. While Luka and I agree to yearly tests, just to ensure we’r
Lenox pov Okay, so I didn’t get to see chihuahua faes attack the moron, but that doesn’t mean I won’t find some other way to have some fun around this guy. So far, the best I could think of is telling scary stories, and what’s even better is that this dude inhales each word like it’s true. “No! You can’t be serious!” He gasps, adding a step to his stride to keep up with me. I chuckle at his enthusiasm and turn to wink at him, “I’m serious, buddy. That’s how it is. If you don’t believe me, you can ask others, and they will stand by my words.” I place a hand over my heart as if I’m swearing to someone’s grave. I could. To Sarah’s father’s grave, but I have no idea where he’s buried, so that might be a waste of time and words. “But why didn't they find the killer yet? Do you think he’s still out there? What if we run into him?” The dimwit next to me looks around frantically. I can’t. He’s looking if there aren’t any serial killers. Shrugging my shoulders, I stare ahead and
Felix povThis guy is mental. And I wish I could say he’s just slightly crazy; no, he’s not even close to anything I could call slightly. As we walk deeper into the woods, he starts talking about some personal shit. First, he decides to share information about his hobbies and favourite colour, and now, for the last five minutes, he talks about his plans. Honestly, if I didn’t already know he’s mental, by now, I’d know there’s something seriously wrong with him. Instead of listening to his annoying voice, I keep a low profile and follow hot in his heels. He didn’t say anything about his ideas or the place we’re supposedly looking for, so all I can do is comply. That is if I want to survive. It’s clear that my life is in danger. Anyone’s life would be next to a train wreck like Lenox Vincent. No, sorry, he calls himself a beautiful mess. An unexpected chuckle leaves my lips, and a wave of panic instantly surges through me. This little slip-up might cost me my life. I lift my gaze
Fenton povOver the years I have spent on Earth, I gathered plenty of information about the Vincent family. First, it started with rumours about the parents. I won't lie, I found it quite odd to listen to people discuss a family with dynamics like theirs. One woman and four men didn't seem like the most natural and ordinary relationship someone might have, but I never bothered to acknowledge those talks. But now, I'm more than just barely interested in everything others might tell me. I love walking the streets and watching mindless people while they spill their secrets to each other. It's a thing of passion now, which helps me get ahead of everything. Thanks to the talks, I get to plan out the details for my course of action. I can imagine the chaos I'll cause. Mortals have no clue about the inevitable destruction I will bring upon them once my plan comes into action. But for now, I need to convince Luka Vincent that I'm a friend, not a threat. Honestly, luck shined upon me wi
Than povReturning home has never felt like this before. Not in a sense that I’ve been eagerly awaited, which obviously is the case here since everyone around me seems very pleased to see me. What I mean is the feeling that I don’t belong here anymore. It’s not about others, it’s about what has changed within me - it’s deep rooted, captivating, something that has gripped me so hard, I don’t think it will ever let me go. Seth. It has to be the change she has brought me - the sense of belongingness I have whenever I’m around her. With that woman, I feel at peace, wanted, respected and needed. With her I feel everything I don’t have here. Home, on the other hand, hasn’t changed much, if anything at all. The same dark, slimy cave walls, those same faces of the demonic creatures that surround me. I could say something has shifted, but I’m not sure if it’s more my problem than any other. “My Lord, we have been waiting for your next visit. It’s such an honor to be present when the Lord
Sarah povI feel weird. Something about me feels different, but I struggle to pin-point why and if anything has changed. A little obsessed with the need to figure out what has changed, I start by touching my arms and legs. Then, I count my fingers and toes - all intact. I can’t check if anything inside has changed without an x-ray, so I don’t focus on that possibility. A minute of me wondering passes, then three and then I don’t even know how long until I realize something. The voice in my head is gone, it has stopped haunting me, stopped screaming at me and demanding for something. “A-are you there?” I stutter as I whisper into the darkness, but there’s no answer, both from outside the cell and inside my head. “This isn’t funny. Stop messing with me and speak up,” I say, a little louder to appear like I’m challenging the thing, yet still nothing. The only thing that happens is some footsteps in the distance that I hear slowly approach me. Looks like I haven’t been as silent as
Lenox povThe little shit is persistent, that much credit I can give him. I’m not one to grant first chances, let alone second and he sure as fuck doesn’t deserve any, given he kidnapped Luka and all that. However, here I stand, becoming a better man than I ever was and changing my way. Except, the shit head isn’t taking the goddamn hint at all. Lord have mercy on my soul because I’m about to bash someone’s head in with my trusty spoon. Speaking of which, where did I put it? As I start patting down my pockets in search of my magic weapon, the damsel in distress clears his throat and starts nervously scanning the damn surroundings. “What?” I grumble, half-assedly paying attention to him. “Nothing, I’m just worried, you know,” he mutters and casts his gaze down. “Yeah, yeah,” I grunt and give up. “Where the fuck did my spoon go this time?” I shout, a little louder than intended. How am I supposed to make this sacrifice and kick the demonic asses of whatever is on the other side of
Felix pov“Go on, run. Shoo, shoo, little pet, you’re free now. Don’t make me shoot at the sky or some shit just to scare you away. That bullet will come back down and there ain’t no way in flippity flappity fuck hell I’m standing here to accidentally take myself out with it. Nope, ain’t happening.” Lenox mutters in a baby voice. First of all, this approach of his, acting as if I’m some kind of a kid is downright disrespectful. And mean. Yes, mean too. Sure, I didn’t want to follow him at the beginning, but the guy has grown on me now and I really don’t want to watch him head into danger alone. So, like any proper brainless moron, I shake my head and refuse to move for an inch. If this guy is about to die, I’m doing the same. Besides, it’s not like I have anything better to do with my life anyway - why not become an unlike hero, huh?“Come on, man,” Lenox grunts and rolls his eyes. “I’m allowing you to live and see the day your balls finally drop. Don’t take this experience from yo
Lazarus povBy the time Alister finally wakes up, I manage to do a quick trip to the car and back. I grabbed some food and blankets to cover him and in the meantime, I started a fire to warm up some food for us. Every once in a while, I glance at Ophelia and for most part, check her pulse. Babies aren’t supposed to be this calm and sleep this long - she has to eat, but instead, she’s just sleeping. When Alister stirs awake, his eyes instantly seek me out. Once our gazes meet, he flashes me a smile and something within me shatters. That is my son - the little boy who’s been forced to grow up too soon, all thanks to my inability to be the father he deserves. “Dad, why are you sad?” He asks, instantly picking up on the change in my mood. Like the selfish, scared fool I am, I just shake my head in denial. “I’m not sad, just thinking.” Wordlessy, he kicks off the blanket, gets back to his feet and walks closer to me just to plop down next to me. Again, he rests his head against my upp
Luka povLeaving Sarah in the cell has to be close to the hardest thing I have ever had to do. The pleading look on her face, the desperation and sadness in her eyes paired with her words will forever haunt me. As I move through the halls, my mind instantly kicks into the right gear. First and foremost, I need to figure out how to fix this mess and then, we can move along with whatever has to be done next. Rounding the corner, I manage to run into the man she begged me to seek for - Than. “Luka? What are you doing here?” He asks, looking like he has just been caught red-handed, doing drugs or some shit. I raise an eyebrow and remain silent, waiting for an explanation to come, but that doesn’t happen so I groan and shake my head. “I was looking for you, actually.” Than tilts his head, obviously intrigued, “why?” If I wouldn’t be in such a hurry, I would use this moment to fuck around a little, but since we don’t have time for foolish behavior, I get straight to the point. “I went
Lazarus povI have no idea how much time has passed and while I sit here, with a baby in my arms, I can’t help but feel completely fucking useless. My son is in a place I don’t trust. The baby I’m holding keeps sleeping as if she’s in a coma - no signs of life other than the obvious raising and falling of her tiny chest. My wife is locked away, parents do whatever the fuck they do and my brothers - I don’t even have any idea what is up with them both. How the fuck did we get stuck in this loop of madness? Another roar of thunder echoes around me, so I look up at the sky. Perhaps Alister is right - it really looks like the sky is raging because it demands something to be returned. Or, more precisely - someone. I pry my eyes off the sky and look back at the calmly sleeping baby. She’s a thing of beauty - perfection, no matter how long I look at her. Ophelia looks like a mix of Sarah and Lenox, in a way, as if mother nature gifted her the best parts from each parent. At one point, I
Lenox pov“You can’t be serious,” my sidekick gasps. “N-no, y-you just c-can’t,” he starts stuttering as his hand grabs my upper arm and he tries to pull me back. Too bad he doesn’t realise that his strength has nothing on me. No matter how much he tries to hold me back - he simply doesn’t have it in him to stop me. Ever. No army has stopped me before and I don’t plan on changing that. “I’ve made up my mind, my beautiful mutt. Come on, let’s go, we have no time to waste,” I flash him the weakest smile. Truth be told, I don’t want to do this. Really, I don’t. But, by putting my priorities where they really should be, I save them all. And then, the downside is that I’m willingly missing out on my daughter’s future. I won’t be there for her first word, first steps and first milestones. “Totally worth it for as long as we ensure she has a future.” Atlas grumbles. I can’t help but agree with him. “You crazy bastard!” My sidekick snarls. “How can you give up on everything you have? D
Felix povOkay, I might have underestimated how far those bloody shadow forests are. Seriously, it’s already getting dark and I feel like I have been walking for years. It doesn’t help that everything in this part of the forest is starting to merge into one, big mess. I can’t keep track of the times I already tripped on something and I keep doing the same nearly every two steps I take. “Lenox Vincent, where are you? Come here and grab your death tools, I’m tired,” I hiss under my breath but still push forward. If he is already there, doing whatever a crazy person does in the middle of a creepy forest, he needs me to get there as soon as possible. I’m not sure when I changed my opinion of him as someone I need to escape to someone I need to reach as fast as I can, but that doesn’t matter. What does is he can’t do without his tools, the same things I’m carrying around. After another time of nearly kissing the ground, I stop and lean against the tree to rest a little. The water is g