EVELYN. The darkness wants to rip through this place from the anger and pain he’s evoking within me. “I will never stop.” He says, his hand tightening painfully, and I feel something crack in my jaw, as pain rushes up it, making my eyes sting with tears of pain. I almost scream when he tugs my face violently to the right, pain splitting through my head. “You-your hurt ah!” I’m cut off as his hand tightens further, his eyes filled with a hatred that cripples me. Why does he hate me so? This time, I can’t stop the foolish tears that trickle down my cheeks. He sneers. “Foolish little mate.” He whispers, letting go of me as if simply touching me, dirties him. And it hurts even more when he wipes his hand on his trousers. With shaking hands, I grab my jaw, pushing it back into position, tears stinging my eyes from the pain, but I refuse to let them fall. What did I ever do for him to hate me so much and love Evangeline more? “Zerachiel… Will you tell me why you always love her m
ZIAHRA. “I don’t think that’s wise.” Kash says to Zerachiel. Kash had just stepped out of the temple when Zerachiel had tried to get past him. Being dutiful and loyal towards Zedkiel, he has been taking care of Evelyn and making sure nothing upset or hurt her. Something that has only been getting on Zerachiel’s nerves, but nothing compared to how annoyed he looks now that he has blocked him. “I didn’t ask you. I said I am going to speak to her.” Zerachiel says coldly, frowning at him. “Why?” Kash counters, “The bond… I may not be one with Zedkiel, but we are still linked, and he will want to make sure that she is ok. I don’t want to, but no matter how much I don’t care for her, she is still our mate.” He mutters. Kash frowns, but his words have relaxed him. I don’t understand it; I don’t feel comfortable around him, but perhaps because he is an animal, he is just a rude and obnoxious Lycan. Kash’s judgement is surely better on these matters than mine. After all, they are of the
ZEDKIEL. “My Goddess… I don’t think that’s possible.” Soren, one of the high servants, says to Evangeline. It’s the following day, and we have spent the day learning everything we need to. There is a lot here that needs doing, neglected for centuries. I’m shocked they’re even functioning without their leader. Without their goddess, the people themselves are looked down upon as outcasts. We are now in the palace garden, standing beneath the celestial tree of Bonds. Its trunk and branches are silvery grey, shimmering under the light and upon the trunk is the same symbol that covers Evangeline’s back, engraved into the tree, shimmering a deep silvery black. The leaves of the trees are a stunning mix of all shades of blues, each leaf is lighter at the centre with a deeper blue hue around the edges and upon these leaves are written the name of every couple that is tied together by the mate bond in a shimmering silver. I can see the shimmering words, but they are in a language that I
KASH. Two more days have passed, and we have been travelling mostly by car since then, without stopping, but today something wasn’t right and Ziahra was adamant we’ll be stopping at a place to stay for the night. The decision was abrupt, but no one questioned her and I didn’t manage to get her alone to ask her what was going on either. It was actually the last of my concerns, especially since Evelyn was no longer eating and she was refusing to speak, simply nodding when spoken to, almost as if she didn’t want to communicate with anyone. Zerachiel was as arrogant as ever, but didn’t seem bothered by her silence. Ragnar had said she had been crying after Zerachiel had talked to her, and it makes me wonder if he had said something to make her end up like this. I’ve been watching him, and the more I see of him, the less I like him. To me, it feels as if he’s the only bad thing about Zedkiel himself. “Are you alright?” I ask Evelyn as she settles down onto the bed in her motel room.
EVANGELINE. I have never worn a dress with so many jewels, yet at the same time feel as light as I do. The lightweight shimmering silver fabric somehow holds the tiny diamonds that adorn it, despite how flimsy the fabric appears to me. The skirt that flares at my thighs seems to float around my feet, as it hugs my thighs. It is strapless and attached to the back, is a glimmering darker silver fluid-looking fabric, that trails on the ground behind me. Unlike the dress which contains only tiny jewels, this top layer contains diamonds in several colours, different shades of reds, greys and clear diamonds. All combined to create a beautiful design on the trail. My neck, arms and ears are glittering with jewels, and upon my head is a matching crown. The only makeup I am wearing is a deep red coloured lipstick. My hair is styled in a small quiff to hold my tiara, the rest is left open, glittering with tiny jewels. The huge hall is full of powerful figures, high lords, gods, and goddes
EVANGELINE. ‘Evangeline…’ Zedkiel murmurs. ‘Do you have faith in me?’ I ask softly through the mind link. Our eyes meet, and he frowns before giving a small nod. Seeing the wisps of light that begin to rise from all around us, from the walls and the ground itself. The light begins to swirl in the air as they grow and join one another before they begin wrapping around me. It's intense and for a moment I can’t breathe, before the tendrils begin to sink into my skin. I feel it, the pure power of the moon itself. My hair moves in a non-existent wind, swirling around me. “Then with the power vested in me, by his Supreme Majesty, the Eternal God, I announce you, Goddess Evangeline, the rightful and only Goddess of the Moon!” The symbols swirl around me, wrapping around my arms and body like a chain binding me. She watches me, as if waiting for something to go wrong, before she smiles, watching the symbols dance along my skin. “Only the rightful Goddess can hold the power of the moo
EVANGELINE. The door closes behind us and we are left in one of the grand sitting rooms of the palace. A waterfall fountain is against one wall, splitting open as it parts down the centre, curving along the archway that leads off from the room. I hope I have made the right choice in asking to see him. After all, I have prepared these questions for long enough! “What will it be, let's cut to the chase.” He says coldly. I step forward, knowing that he clearly isn’t one for games. “On behalf of Selene, I ask for your forgiveness. Please end her punishment. We need-” His eyes darken as his rage becomes apparent, his blistering anger clear in his eyes. “Impossible.” He hisses. “You speak of what is best for everyone, yet you refuse to look past your anger… Selene disobeyed you, yet despite all these years, you can not forgive her?” I ask. He remains silent despite his festering anger. His face is passive, and his eyes remind me of bottomless galaxies. So deep there seems to be no
ZIAHRA. It’s been two hours since I snapped his neck, but he is still unmoving. His heart hasn’t beat, and he is simply lying there lifeless. What did I do? Fuck, I killed him! My heart is thundering as I cradle his head in my lap. We’re still in his motel room, a place that can be broken into without a hitch. But there’s no way I can move him anywhere safer or more secure. The Dark Crow may still be around and if they are… God, I don’t want to think of it. He has got to be strong enough to fight this! Come on Kash! Through my panicked state, I had somehow managed to tell Blade I wasn’t going to be on lookout with him as I had things to do, but I just hope he bought it. He has asked twice when I’ll be coming but I am unable to reply. He knew I was with Kash… but I can’t deny that either. I know I need to go out there, but I can’t, not until I know Kash will be ok. He has to be… I touch my mark, tracing my finger over the mark he has left on me. I can feel it becoming one