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Amira
R.C KAPURHere goes the first installment of the Amira chapter. Hope you find all this intriguing as well. Please do share a review on the main page if you are liking the book, thus far.
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Promised to the Tyrant Amira (2)
Lucifer's POV I could distinctly recall that period, the time when my father claimed he was done with Set and me. As per him, he had prepared us, and now it was time for a new era. Little did we know that he was referring to torture of a different kind for us. We had no clue what he meant, not until we learned about Abaddon’s birth. As per Aaron's disclosure, Amira was here in Enna somewhere around when Abaddon was born or was about to be born. I hated revisiting my memories of that period, but even as I wandered through my recollections, I could not place any strange woman, especially the one called Amira. No, no, it could not be. If she had been here, we would have known. We should have known. ‘Do you remember any other witches from that time?' I mind-linked Set, who looked as disturbed by this piece of information as I was. ‘Not that I am aware. But then, we never knew much then. We were dealing with our own set of issues.' Set linked me back. ‘Remember, Avo had mentioned t
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Omerta’s POV Breathe, just breathe. One breath at a time. I told myself for the thousandth time. Breathe, count, and repeat—that was the mantra that I repeated over and over to myself as I absorbed the words that came from Aaron’s mouth, who was supposedly my cousin. That was what kept me afloat through all the well-guarded secrets and lesser-known facts that came to light one by one as he narrated the story. To say that I was overwhelmed was a gross understatement. A part of me was numb, while another was a volcano of emotions waiting to explode. Growing up, I cooked up many stories in my head about who my mother was and why she left. I had imagined a plethora of scenarios, ranging from her being a spy to an ideal daughter. But never in my wildest dreams, had I expected my mother to be a…..a witch. Witches. I could not even get myself to say the word aloud. My human upbringing did not give me a kind vibe about the whole concept, and remembering all the side remarks Lucifer had
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Giovanni’s POV“Amira had told my mom that we would need to find that elder in Tirano once Omerta’s powers started showing,” Aaron claimed as we drove to Tirano.Avo had shipped both Omerta and Lucifer in a different vehicle altogether, despite Lucifer’s resistance. The rest of us were in this car.Aaron looked up at the rear-view mirror from the back seat, staring right into my eyes as he said the next words. “We will find some answers there, trust me.”Trust him? Wasn’t that the real problem here? That we couldn’t rely on him. How do you depend on a witch?Our lives had gone completely topsy-turvy in the last couple of hours as if there was not enough going on with the Vampires already.The biggest shock of them all was finding out that Omerta was a witch. I meant a wise one.Oh, boy! I did not see that one coming. I was sure none of us did.I had never come face to face with a witch myself, but I knew of their cruelty and greed because of Shahira. Had seen first-hand what they were
Promised to the Tyrant The Ride
Omerta’s POV The strain at the back of my head was driving me nuts. I tried to ignore the heaviness, setting it aside as I focused on the thing that was bothering me, Lucifer. We had touched down at Milano Airport two hours ago and had been driving ever since, heading for Tirano. Lucifer and I had been alone in this car for those two hours, and yet there had not been a single word that he had not exchanged with me. During our car ride, I had made multiple attempts over the last three hours to start a conversation, but all I got in return were monosyllables. It was a no-brainer that he did not want to be here; I could see the resistance in his eyes even as Avo forced us to drive together. He had been avoiding looking me in the eye since Aaron’s arrival. And here I thought that after all that had happened between us, we had moved forward in our relationship. But with every step we took forward, we went three steps backward. I took a deep breath as I decided to give it one more sh
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Lucifer’s POV I thought I knew pain; I believed I had seen it and experienced it all. However, that was nothing in comparison to the anguish I was in when I saw her convulse in agony right in front of my eyes, yet again. And all I could do was stand and watch as she twisted and turned, wailed, and shrieked. In the end, her body was completely battered and bruised, like she had been in a bad car accident. The fucking dream state, or whatever the hell it was those witches called it, had completely drained her of any energy; she could barely get a few words out of her mouth. Fuck! I hated this feeling. If the last time was bad, this time was fucking horrendous. "Brother, do you think we need to change our plan?" Set asked, referring to her dream, as he came to stand beside me. Right now, I could not care less about whatever the fucking plan was or what it had to do with that fucking dream. All that mattered was her. "Yes, of course, we need to follow wherever and whatever her dream
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Omerta’s POV "How are you feeling now?" Giovanni asked as he brought me a steaming cup of soup. "Better," I lied, not wanting him to know that I felt like shit. My body was black and blue from all the collisions, and I had no energy to do anything. Physically, I had never felt worse. "That’s good to hear," Avo said as he entered the room, bringing back the memories from my vision to the forefront of my mind. One where he made Lucifer….. "If you are feeling better, I wanted to check with you if you remember anything else from your visions," Avo asked me as he came to sit on my bed. "It might help Lucifer and Set identify the person." "No, not really," I lied again. I so wanted to ask Avo more about the other vision of mine, about what Lucifer was doing there, and more about his past. But the warning from this morning was fresh in my mind; the one that I had received while still dreaming about Lucifer and Avo. I could still feel the dark, smoky fog that had covered my sight, as a
Promised to the Tyrant Lucifer (2)
Omerta's POV I was transported to an unknown location—a dark, windowless hall that could have been a basement for all I knew. The hall was divided into two parts. On one side there were a series of small cabins, and on the other, there was a circular training space. One with floors made of clay, providing a firm yet forgiving surface for physical combat. The training ring was surrounded by an unruly crowd of oversized and rowdy men, who could easily pass for wrestlers. Amidst the chaos, right at the center of the ring stood Lucifer, who looked just as young as he did during that tyre practice session, though his face had hardened from the last time around and his eyes seemed gloomier as if they had lost hope. My heart sank at the thought that Lucifer was going to fight these men. He was just a child; he did not even reach their waists, for God’s sake. How did they expect him to fight them? Soon, I discovered that I had never been more wrong about anything. My ability to guess th
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Lucifer’s POV It was hard to believe that she had these visions, and they were so damn accurate. But the proof was sitting right in front of me; her visions had led us to this traitor. Rudo Luciano, the alpha and head of the New York family. The same fucker who had sent Stray as a tribute to us. "Why can’t I move?" Luciano screamed as he struggled against his limp body. "What have you done to me?" I rolled my eyes. This time it was not my doing. It was that witch boy who had rendered Luciano’s body immobile using his powers. "Got to say, you do come in handy, Aaron. Won’t you say, brother?" Set complimented Aaron. "Remind me to get you some brownie points with Giovanni; the Goddess knows you need them." "Not now, Set," I snarled at Set. "Why not, brother? I think this is the time for our dear Luciano to enjoy some hospitality from the witch here." Set taunted Luciano. "Witch, but he is a b.. boy" Luciano stuttered as he absorbed the witch part. "I know; this is new for us as
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