‘Beware the Silver Saintess, her hair as silken thread. With her consort mate of power, the people wept and bled.’‘And beware the Siren’s call, his eyes as gold as ore. With whispers of manipulation, they’ll hold you in their thrall.’‘And if you breathe despite this, a devil still awaits.’‘Because forever lives another….’‘…The deathless angel mate.’The words of Allison’s recited passage repeated through my head, echoing like a bad dream. An impossible dream.How could she be…?But there was no mistaking it. With the confirmation of who she was, I realised why she looked so familiar. I’d seen a painting of her inside Ashwood’s Moon Goddess temple. They’d depicted her with sapphire-like eyes and shadowy wings.So… did that mean she really was…?“…I… I’m sorry, I’m not sure I’m following…,” I stuttered out, struggling to wrap my head around the new information. “Did you say… great-great-grandmother? …How are you alive?”Myra just laughed though and moved a hand to cup her cheek. But

“Breathe,” Myra said, gesturing with her hands for me to inhale. “Breathe and hold it.”We’d been at this for a few hours now, Myra doing her best to teach me what she could. She seemed to know a lot about how the ability worked despite not possessing it herself. Though, as she had already previously pointed out, she’d raised a few generations of Knight children.Truthfully, I didn’t expect to feel as comfortable around her as I did. We’d only just met but there seemed to be a deeper connection, something that was drawing me to her. A feeling of safety and reassurance in her presence, perhaps.“…I am,” I muttered.“Then ask me for this pen,” she said, holding it up in front of me. “Remember to dig deep inside, connect with that spark, and pull it forward.”I did as she instructed, doing my best to reach for it. But it was difficult, increasingly so. The more we did this, the worse a headache was pulsing in my mind, slowly becoming worse.I reached… and reached… and reached… and when I

I was a devil.Never before in my life had I felt those words to be truer than in this moment. This very second as I stood above the bodies of several enemies as they bled out around me. Nothing but rage and pain consumed me inside, feeling absolutely no remorse as I had ripped them to shreds.From one person to the next, I had methodically ended each of them, an incredible speed in my movement as if I were maneuvering purely by muscle memory alone. Not that I had really needed to act so quickly. Because the entire time I had attacked, they had just stood there completely still, awaiting their turn. Like lambs to the slaughter, unable to move even an inch… just as I had told them to. Only a flash of fear in their eyes betrayed them as I stole their last moments.Now, I breathed heavily, still shaking from the ordeal… still completely in human form, yet feeling as if I’d had no control over myself…. Nor had I wanted it.No… I might have moved without being fully aware of my actions… bu

“Seven times?!” I gasped. “H-how…? How is this possible? And why can’t I….” I could see the faintest traces of memories, but they were all nonsensical, just painful flashes of random images rather than providing any sort of insight. Yet the more I tried to dive deeper to look, the more it pushed back at me. “Come on, Rheyna! Look!” Clarissa demanded, pointing at my marks. “Doesn’t this look familiar? Don’t you remember?!” “I-I… I don’t know… I don’t think so. I just….” “GODDAMMIT!” she yelled, a fury in her eyes that made me flinch. Though it only flashed for merely a second. Just a second before her gaze then slowly fell to the floor, a look of defeat washing over her. “…God-fucking-dammit. Why now?” It was the first time I’d seen her look so upset. Not angry anymore, just… sadness. An emptiness as she accepted that I wasn’t able to tell her what she needed to hear. A change from her normal bratty attitude. “Clarissa… There’s no point in wasting time if this really is all true,”

“Clarissa!” I screamed, pushing past Zac to run inside.He was still too confused to move, struggling to understand the situation. Only, I did know the situation. I knew that something had to be so very wrong.“Clarissa!” I yelled again, scanning through the rooms.And, finally, her voice called back.“Rae!” she cried.The kitchen.I bolted to her location and found Clarissa on the ground, shaking as she stared up at a man holding a knife.…A man I knew as Noah Kennedy.“Who is that!” she screamed. “How did he get in here? H-he shouldn’t be here. He could have killed me!”Noah simply appeared stunned by the whole situation and slowly looked down at the knife in his hand. A kitchen knife that he was using to cut an apple.“This is wrong,” she whispered to herself. “No one is ever at Zac’s house. How is there someone here? It’s supposed to be completely private.”“Woah, calm down,” I said. “Nothing is going on. You’re fine. This is Noah.”The way she had moved around in Zac’s house, it