Promised to the Tyrant のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

I was in my room changing for bed, my thoughts still held up by Avo's revelation. Only if Avo would have let me ask him about Lucifer...As soon as I took off my top and bra, I heard a sudden movement behind me. I turned to see the window completely open. "Wasn't that window ajar?" I mumbled to myself.The lights were already out, and there was no way anyone would come inside. We were on the fourth floor.I thought there must be something outside and continued undressing, readying myself for bed. As I reached for my night suit I heard another noise, like someone was trying to open my bedroom door. I did not have enough time to wear my night suit, so I quickly got into bed and hid under the covers. I had just put the covers on me when the door was kicked open, and I heard that word.Just in time! What was he doing here?"Stray!" It was the same familiar word that I had heard multiple times by now, but still, it sounded different this time. It was missing its usual harshness, instead

I had my eyes shut, but I was still able to smell the sweet spicy scent of the white Plumeria that played with my senses, felt the softness of its petals on my fingertips. I had no idea where I was. As I opened my eyes, the meadow filled with white Plumeria filled my view, I knew I was at the triangular basin that contained Lake Pergusa. Its pristine blue water reflected the clear sky, the tremors on the water's surface, and the blowing wind created a whooshing sound, that seemed like it was calling out to me, pulling me towards itself, enticing me to feel the cool blue water. I gave in to the temptations, and I started walking towards the lake. As I edged closer, my hands reached out to the locket hanging around my neck, as if acting on its own accord. That locket was the only connection that I have with my mother. The locket had started to feel warm on my skin, giving a tingling sensation wherever it touched. I was already at the edge when I stretched out my hand to touch the wa

"Who is she? Or rather, what is she, Avo?"Avo looked up at Set and me and then took a few exasperated breaths, but he made no attempt to answer the question that I had nailed on the wall. He instead raised his hand, and held it upright, asking us to wait right there as he got back to that book of his.God damn it! Really, after all this, Avo was still more interested in reading a fucky all-old book.What just happened today was far from normal. And there was no fucking denying it, we all had felt it, the burst of energy, that aura, it was normal in any way. Even a werewolf did not have an aura that prominent, nor did the other creatures. We Agostis were the only ones I knew with such a strong aura. Her aura was in the same league as ours, but how the fuck was that even possible?For fuck’s sake, we needed answers. My beast continuously paced in my head, his patience wearing thin, and honestly, so was mine. We were never patient in the first fucking place. "Avo!" I called out to him,

Omerta’s POV “I had no clue why you would want to come here out of all the places?” Draco commented as he opened the beer can. When Draco suggested that we give ourselves a much needed break from school, and bunk the last period, I was all in, to both my surprise and his. I knew my choice of place was odd, but Lake Pergusa was beautiful and there was no denying that. It was exactly as I had remembered it from last time and my dream, the mixed sweet and spicy scent of the Plumera hit my nose as I took in the pristine lake that reflected the colour of the sky and the movement of the undercurrent of the blowing wind. For reasons unknown to me, I felt at peace here, all my anger, embarrassment, and worries from earlier melted as I took in the inviting lake against the backdrop of the meadow of white flowers. It was truly a special place, my special place. “At least take some beer?” Draco offered. “No, thanks. I have never had alcohol, and neither am I tempted to,” I said as I star

"Do you know him?" Set asked, as all the eyes in that room looked at me for an answer.I looked at the photograph in my hand long and hard. It was definitely him, the man who was hitting that little boy. Just like I had remembered, his features were lined on his face perfectly and complimented his thick mane of hair that surely gave his tall self some extra inches. Even in this portrait-style photograph, he looked large. But this person in this photograph was different in many ways, he looked a lot younger and a lot happier, in the photograph. There was a light in his eyes, and he was smiling at the person who had taken this picture."No, I don’t," I said. I was not lying when I said that, I truly did not know who this man was. I did not know know him. And what was I going to tell them, that I had hallucinated this man?I was thrust into this world of these blessed beings and werewolves, but despite knowing all that, my hallucinating about a man felt utterly stupid. I must have seen or