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before I landed , I felt strong arms clasp around me. Justus. He didn’t even bother to meet my eyes. Instead, he set me down like a wayward toddler, then went about his task at hand, which apparently involved a blade that would make any soul quiver with fear.
I knew this room. It was the one I ’d watched Livingston die in. It was the one we’d saved Preston from. The one that I’d faced Drake alone for the first time within. The distant memories slammed into my mind, allowing me to see how close, yet far away that night was from this day. So much had happened, and very little of it could be considered a blessing—especially since the universe seemed hell-bent on throwing curveball after curveball at me.
I angl ed my gaze to stare at my latest curveball. Justus was standing over an all too familiar coffin: Adonia’s. His hands caressed the glass that contained the body of his fallen lover. At that moment, I was beyond happy to have my insights on hiatus. I despised grief. It always fired off unruly thoughts of doom in my mind. All the what ifs and dread of the day I would have to say my own goodbyes, whether it was me leaving this world once and for all or someone else. What ifs were poison to me. My mind was my enemy as my body became swamped with emotions that no soul should be forced to feel.
Right as I stood and began a somber walk toward him , his hands which were flat on the glass managed to break it into a million pieces. The dark-haired girl with ivory skin looked as if she were cascaded beneath an array of diamonds. She was so pristine that I halfway expected her to take a gasping breath.
Within the next beat , Justus raised his blade and with both hands drove it into her core. I gasped, forgetting that she was not merely sleeping. Justus bolted back as if he were expecting a reaction. Seconds ticked by, then he charged forward and pulled his blade out, only to stab her heart this time. With this strike, not only did she gasp, but the wound in her core began to saturate her white gown with crimson.
Justus stepped back, glancing to me as if to ensure I was behind him, then pulled yet another blade from his boot. It was far more modest than the last one he had used , but still just as deadly.
What happened next was beyond reason. She began to laugh. A deep, dark, sinister laugh echoed from her lips and ricocheted across the stone walls. Wicked words in a hastened whisper began to leave her lips as her laugh ceased. I was sure I would understand them if I could hear them clearly.
I stepped forward , but Justus held his hand back. Adonia rose from her coffin, then glanced to the blade in her heart before she half-heartedly pulled it from her flesh.
“I’m heartbroken, Justus, truly ,” she said with a rasp.
He sneered . “I told you I would have the last laugh, lover.”
She glanced down to her stomach and gently reached to the oozing blood there. “You missed,” she said with a sinful smile. “Your seed is mine. My sovereign is everlasting.”
“I didn’t miss ,” he said with obvious disdain. “Do you feel it, love? Do you feel the poison in your heart? In your vacant womb?”
Her eyes grew wide with a mix of rage and obvious fear. At that moment, black veins began to snake across her body, aging her at a speed that was beyond reason, far past the point that would have brought her to the age she would be today, if she were alive.
She screamed out as her hands began to turn to ash. With her last words, I could have sworn I heard her say, “I’ve been forsaken—claim another.” Her last words never made it out, though. Her entire body turned to ash and melted into the satin pillows she was perched upon.
Justus wasted no time . From his pocket he pulled a bottle and sprinkled clear water across the ashes. After a few whispered words from him, the remains erupted into flames, then vanished from sight, leaving only the table that had held his past lover.
“Time to go ,” he said to
I knew this room. It was the one I ’d watched Livingston die in. It was the one we’d saved Preston from. The one that I’d faced Drake alone for the first time within. The distant memories slammed into my mind, allowing me to see how close, yet far away that night was from this day. So much had happened, and very little of it could be considered a blessing—especially since the universe seemed hell-bent on throwing curveball after curveball at me.
I angl ed my gaze to stare at my latest curveball. Justus was standing over an all too familiar coffin: Adonia’s. His hands caressed the glass that contained the body of his fallen lover. At that moment, I was beyond happy to have my insights on hiatus. I despised grief. It always fired off unruly thoughts of doom in my mind. All the what ifs and dread of the day I would have to say my own goodbyes, whether it was me leaving this world once and for all or someone else. What ifs were poison to me. My mind was my enemy as my body became swamped with emotions that no soul should be forced to feel.
Right as I stood and began a somber walk toward him , his hands which were flat on the glass managed to break it into a million pieces. The dark-haired girl with ivory skin looked as if she were cascaded beneath an array of diamonds. She was so pristine that I halfway expected her to take a gasping breath.
Within the next beat , Justus raised his blade and with both hands drove it into her core. I gasped, forgetting that she was not merely sleeping. Justus bolted back as if he were expecting a reaction. Seconds ticked by, then he charged forward and pulled his blade out, only to stab her heart this time. With this strike, not only did she gasp, but the wound in her core began to saturate her white gown with crimson.
Justus stepped back, glancing to me as if to ensure I was behind him, then pulled yet another blade from his boot. It was far more modest than the last one he had used , but still just as deadly.
What happened next was beyond reason. She began to laugh. A deep, dark, sinister laugh echoed from her lips and ricocheted across the stone walls. Wicked words in a hastened whisper began to leave her lips as her laugh ceased. I was sure I would understand them if I could hear them clearly.
I stepped forward , but Justus held his hand back. Adonia rose from her coffin, then glanced to the blade in her heart before she half-heartedly pulled it from her flesh.
“I’m heartbroken, Justus, truly ,” she said with a rasp.
He sneered . “I told you I would have the last laugh, lover.”
She glanced down to her stomach and gently reached to the oozing blood there. “You missed,” she said with a sinful smile. “Your seed is mine. My sovereign is everlasting.”
“I didn’t miss ,” he said with obvious disdain. “Do you feel it, love? Do you feel the poison in your heart? In your vacant womb?”
Her eyes grew wide with a mix of rage and obvious fear. At that moment, black veins began to snake across her body, aging her at a speed that was beyond reason, far past the point that would have brought her to the age she would be today, if she were alive.
She screamed out as her hands began to turn to ash. With her last words, I could have sworn I heard her say, “I’ve been forsaken—claim another.” Her last words never made it out, though. Her entire body turned to ash and melted into the satin pillows she was perched upon.
Justus wasted no time . From his pocket he pulled a bottle and sprinkled clear water across the ashes. After a few whispered words from him, the remains erupted into flames, then vanished from sight, leaving only the table that had held his past lover.
“Time to go ,” he said to
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