Levi’s POVDamballa’s story about a Realm for the witches and his deal with the Ruler of Purgatory has created more questions that need answering. My mind is still reeling from the fact that our demons are separate beings that live within us just like the wolves. And those beings are former living creatures? This is all too much to take in. ‘Is that how all those in the Demon Realm get their Demons? From souls trapped in Purgatory?’ Kenji asks Damballa, fascinated by the history of everything he was told. ‘No, not all sssubjectsss in the Demon Realm get an inner Demon like Levi here.’ Damballa tells us. ‘Only thossse born from the original Demonsss bloodlines recccieve an inner Demon sssuch asss me, but even then, they are usssually previousss Demonsss that passed before them. Levi isss the exception in that he got a God asss hisss Demon.’‘That all sounds really complicated.’ Kenji says, running his fingers through his hair. It does sound a bit complicated, even to someone that was

Kenji’s POVJamari reaches over and grabs Levi’s outstretched hands. A rush of power moves from Levi, into Jamari, and then back into Levi as their hands connect. Leaning forward to get a better view, I watch as Jamari’s eyes close. Within moments, Jamari’s breathing becomes erratic, her chest moving up and down in fast movements. Reaching out I place my hand over Jamari and Levi’s joined hands in the hopes of soothing Jamari’s frantic emotions. The tension in Jamari’s body begins to slowly ease away, her breathing becoming less erratic before leveling out to normal. Leaning back in my spot, I watch her closely as I wait for her to do whatever it is that they are up to. ‘Feel so useless.’ Ren grumbles through my mind, sinking to the floor, laying his head on his paws, a whimper filling the empty space. A deep sigh moves past my lips at his words, those same feelings plaguing me as well. Enhanced strength, speed, and senses is great when dealing with those in the Human Realm, bu

Nehmetawy’s POVHow dare this mortal woman think to disrespect me like this! And in my own temple too! Long gone are the days of being worshipped by hundreds of thousands of people. The lack of mortal admiration has made the Gods and Goddesses less than the great beings we once were.Those people that Thoth made a deal with said that they would bring back the days of worship and human sacrifice, making the Gods and Goddesses more powerful than they have ever been. I agreed to go along with their plan when Thoth brought it to my attention, but not for the same reasons as him.My eyes travel back to the woman still lying on the floor, her pet wolf stuck beneath a pile of debris from her body hitting one of the pillars in my temple. What is the deal with these two? Why is that woman so hell bent on getting her hands on them? They don’t seem like much to me. I turn my attention to where Damballa sits, collecting himself after he hit the wall of my temple hard, blood drips from open wound

Nehmetawy’s POVThe heart of my power swirl within me, desperate to return to its former master. The movement of my power alerts me to Thoth’s presence within my Temple, causing my body to stiffen as I look in the direction of the only hallway leading inside. Reaching across the space between us, I grab Jamari’s hand with mine. “There are enemies all around you Jamari, you must be careful who you trust.” I would have rather spoken to her a little while longer, but I can’t let Thoth capture her spirit while it is housed in Duat. Using my power, I blast Jamari back to her body in the Mortal Realm, waving my hand in front of her sofa, making it disappear. Leaning back, I put on a show of nonchalance moments before Thoth comes walking through the door, whistling to himself softly.His whistling stops abruptly when he enters the room and sees only me sitting within. His face contorts with anger, his eyes narrowing as he turns to me. “Where is she?” He growls, taking quick steps in my dir

Remiel’s POV“Something is wrong with Jamari.” I hop from my seat on the sofa and start pacing Uncle Luc’s cozy living room. His eyes lift up from his reading in surprise, a frown forming on his brows. “I can feel it inside that she is in danger.” Fear grips my heart at the thought of something horrible could happen to Jamari and I’m not there to protect her. Uncle Luc sets down his book before slowly rising from his place in his favorite rocking chair. The speed of my pacing increases the longer this feeling of danger builds within me. Uncle Luc walks to the center of the living room floor, blocking my path. “What is it Remiel?” He asks, concern in his voice. “Someth…” My words are cut off as the air stops flowing into my lungs. The feel of someone’s hands being wrapped around my throat drops me to my knees, my hands moving up to pry the invisible force off of me. Uncle Luc drops down beside me, helplessness causing his hands to shake as he quickly moves over my body in search of