Kalta's face widened into a grin as he held the potion he had just finished preparing. "Adonis, if you are back to take this throne from me, be certain I won't give it up without a fight. This potion might not be able to stop you completely, but it would inhibit your growing human body." He chuckled darkly. Just then, he heard a knock on his chamber's door.Quickly, he hid the potion in his inner pocket and faced the door. "Come in." He ordered. Tarada stepped into the chambers with his head bowed low."I hail thee, the end of all beginnings," Tarada said, nervous, but certain that his life was going to get spared"Do you have the kid and his mother?" Lord Kalta asked. Tarada shook his head. "Unfortunately, no my Lord…""How dare you? I thought I left clear instructions to you not to come back here if you do not have the boy and his mother in your possession." Kalta yelled in fury. His eyes glowed red and Tarada was visibly shaken, knowing that all it takes is one wrong move for

Adonis' rage was over the roof. He could not believe what he was seeing. He refused to believe that what he was seeing was happening. But the smug look on Kalta's face as he drank from the slow beating heart in his hand told him that this was happening. His mother was dead and Kalta had just killed her. With rage and pain so powerful, he expended so much heat that a lot of the Death Agents around him sizzled out to dust. Bethany stared wide-eyed as the boy she had come to love so much and care about was showing a part of him she had never seen before. She had always known there was something odd and weird about him, but she never would have imagined to see him this powerful. Immediately, she ran behind Kalta's throne, shielding herself from the rage of Adonis' power. Kalta saw the display of power from Adonis and was not perturbed. He knew it was the rage and anger inside of him fueling him in that manner. Adonis was still a kid, and now, with Audrey's heart and blood in his body

Desmond was about to close his eyes as he so much needed sleep when a knock sounded on his door. "Come on now. Who the hell is there?" He cursed as he climbed off his bed and grabbed his shirt from the sofa.The knock came again and he shook his head at the person's impatience. "Chill, all right. Now who is there?" He asked as he neared the door. "It is me, Adonis." Came the reply. Desmond immediately opened his door and heard who it was. Adonis and Bethany scampered into the house as soon as the doors were open. "Hey, Kiddo, how are you?" Desmond asked taking note of the looks of the two kids. He wondered who the girl was, but felt certain she had to be someone special and close to Adonis. "Are you guys okay?" He asked when he saw their tired and bloody body. "What the hell happened to you guys?" "We have been to hell and back," Adonis answered in one breath. "I have to call your mom and report this to her," Desmond said and quickly made for his cell phone. "There would be n

Adonis stared wide-eyed at the glowing golden orb of fire that had materialized out of Bethany. It was very similar to the golden orb that had destroyed Kalta's deadly blow to him.“What is that?” Adonis asked, surprise evident in him.Bethany stared at him and shrugged, showing her confusion. “To be honest, I don’t know what it is, but it was deadly and powerful the first time it happened. I was so scared to be honest that I hated myself. I guess it was my use of magic that had caused you to use yours. This is why I believe this whole thing is my fault.” She explained.Adonis finally understood why she was insisting this was her fault and honestly, he felt some sort of relief getting the news. Finally, he was not the only one with some sort of magic of his own. Maybe he was not so different and weird after all. Even if he kept her away from him, there was no guarantee that Kalta and his men wouldn't come for her and her magic. The best way he could protect her right now was to keep h

Adonis stared long and hard at the sign hung on the door he was standing in front of. It was so weird and unusual and looked nothing like where he had imagined a sorceress would stay. He knew he was not at the wrong location because he had doubled checked the location he had gotten from the web and his map was telling him he was at the right place. However, this place looked nothing like a sorceress' lair. It was so colorful and vibrant that it could be mistaken for a children's toy shop. “Are you sure we are at the right place?” Bethany asked, clutching tightly to his hand. "My map tells me we are at the right place, but my mind tells me otherwise. No witch lives in a place this colorful, and it is a shop too." He explained, his brows furrowed in confusion. She had noticed his reservations and honestly, she understood why. This can not be where a supposedly powerful witch would want to live. This had got to be a joke and she had no doubt it was one of those pranksters on the inte