Chapter Three (NOVA'S POV)

“What’s wrong?” I fake confusion as he turns on me, crossing the room in a moment to come face to face with me.

“Don’t play coy! Drop the barrier and let me out of the damn room! I’ve been locked in a prison for far too long to be stuck in yet another one,” he growls, leaning down far enough that our noses nearly brush.

“Not till you calm down,” I shrug, taking a step back, my calfs knocking against the trunk behind me.

“Not till I calm down?” He asks in shock, “How dare you! do you not realize who you’re speaking to?!”

“Some weirdo who got himself trapped in a locket,” I state with a shrug.

“You insolent little brat! My name is Sebastian Hawthorne or as I’m better known as; The Darkness.” He states, puffing his chest up with pride.

“Doesn’t ring a bell…”

“Has your mother’s side of the family taught you nothing?!” He asks in shock.

“They taught me the important things,” I state with a smirk, enjoying the way I was riling him up.

“Obviously not,” He snaps.

“Well, why don’t you tell me all about you and why someone who says he’s so powerful is serving a family of witches and I’ll think about letting you out of here,” I state, taking a seat on the trunk behind me.

“Fine, little witch… ” he mumbles, before leading into his story. “Many years ago when there were many gods and they roamed the earth there was one made completely of darkness and shadows. He chose to stay hidden in a small cave not far from where we are now, on the outskirts of a small town. From his hiding place he was able to control all the darkness in the world. He was the shadows of creatures and the night sky… He was beautiful… But where there is darkness comes evil… And with evil comes people who wish to destroy it. After a long time of searching for the thing bringing the darkness into the world an arch druid stumbled upon the god deep in his cave and decided to attempt to end him. He conjured an orb of light bright enough to cover every inch of the cave. In this light the Dark god began to shrivel and die, taking the dark and shadows with him. The arch druid was nearly successful when an old witch on her way to collect herbs from the clift side spotted what was happening and ventured into the cave. Upon spotting the god writhing on the ground, the druid standing above him, she rushed to help the helpless creature. Without hesitation she drew her blade and plunged it deep into the druid's back and through his heart. As the druid crumpled his light faded and the darkness slowly grew around them. The dark god was so grateful for this witch that he tore a part of himself away and gifted it to her. I was born that day and have been sworn to protect the Lavina line ever since.”

“So you’re basically a god yourself?” I ask, partially mesmerized by the resolution of the story.

“As close as you will ever get to one nowadays, little witch. All the gods fled from this earth many many years ago,” he explained. “So now will you drop the barrier?”

“What will you do if I do?” I ask, looking him up and down.

“I will hunt down your uncle and punish him for the fact that his late grandfather locked me in that wretched prison over a hundred years ago,” he states, the truth in his answer painted across his face. It was clear he would in fact kill him if I allowed him to leave, but I didn’t have much of a relationship with that side of the family anyways. We had been shunned since my great great grandmother fell pregnant with what that side of the family deemed a bastard child.

“Fine, I’ll drop the barrier…” I state, giving in and deciding he deserved his revenge even if the person he truly hated wasn’t alive any longer.

“Thank you, little witch…” He states with a grin as I speak the incantation to drop the barrier. “One last question in case this is our last time seeing one another… Since I am sworn to protect your bloodline, you wouldn’t happen to have any family members more closely related to your great great grandmother would you?”

“No, She had one child, my great grandmother, who only had one child and so on.” I explain.

“And do you have any siblings?”

“No, I’m also an only child and my mother is well past childbearing age.”

“Shit, so you are the last of the bloodline…” He mumbles before closing the distance between us and dropping down on one knee in front of me.

“What are you doing?”

“You are the last Lavina witch, little one… I'm officially bonding myself to you” he explains, his eyes shining with adoration.