Becoming the Elf King's bride
And those that were destined for it, he would make sure to destroy them.
Raising his hand, he summoned lightning that coiled and hissed like a nest of enraged serpents in the sky. They were more violent, more unstable, than the divine lightning the Sword of Heaven normally weilds. It was like the lightning was feeding off the rage burning in Dareth’s chest.
“I’m sorry, Zedekiel,” he smiled. “I have nothing against you personally but, I can’t allow what’s inside you to fully awaken.”
Unfortunately, Zedekiel did not even hear him. He was still holding Ron’s corpse, rocking it, crying and whispering his name, as if doing so would bring Ron's soul back.
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