Katrina

I could hear the men talking amongst themselves, trying to figure out the best way to handle the situation we've managed to find ourselves in, and for the first time, since losing control of my body, I felt relieved. If anyone can figure it out, it's my men, especially if they work together.

I've been worried about how they'll get along when I'm not around, but it seems like they'll do just fine. They seem to have done away with their previous issues. We're finally a family, a united front. We've become invincible... or at least pretty close to it, given the current predicament. Happiness swarms through my body at the thought of us being a family. It's all I've ever wanted, and I finally have it. If I could smile, I would.

I'm watching my men so intently that I don't notice the presence in my mind growing in strength until he's taken complete control of my eyesight, making my world go black. I can see the faint shadow of four men walking toward me. They look like quadruplets, the outline of their faces so similar, it could be the same person. As the stranger gets closer, I realize I'm not looking at four different men but the same man. He has four heads and four arms. There's a red glow emitting from him, his aura so powerful, it demands that I bow down to him, but how am I supposed to submit if we're just figments in my mind's eye?

"Do you know who I am?" The man asks, his voice aging him far more than his appearance.

"No," I respond, trying to sound fiercer than my quaking body---- er mind is allowing me.

"I am Brahma, the creator. And you belong to me, Katrina."

He speaks as if his word is law, but he's no one to me. I am not his to command.

"I belong to no one!" I yell loudly, my inner voice shattering the invisible windows in the room I've conjured us in.


"Are you not the daughter of two angels?" He asks mockingly, pacing around my conscious, observing me.

"Why do you have four faces?" I quiz him, ignoring his question.

"Because I am all-knowing." He replies cockily without hesitation, "It's how I know that you're my property, Daughter of both Light and Dark."

He reaches out to grab me, and I'm trying my hardest to run away from him, but it's like he's taken control of the room I've compartmentalized, and he's tearing it apart, shifting the walls until they're under his bidding. My legs are walking forward, but I'm going backward, running to him. I'm almost within his sickening grasp when the walls in the room completely crumble down, and the darkness of my mind starts to flicker, bright light streaming in.

"NO!" Brahma shouts, his anger ricocheting throughout me. "I WON'T LET YOU HAVE HER! SHE'S MINE, DAMN IT! ALL MINE!"

"I DON'T BELONG TO YOU!" I scream loudly, running toward the light, shouting to whoever's there to free me.

My banshee-like scream is met with a bone-chilling growl as a heat, hotter than hell's flame, coats my body, drowning out Brahma's lunacy and tremendous aura. I want to scream as the flames lick my mind, coating my walls. It's not painful, just overwhelming. It's like the ultimate mind-fuck. There isn't another way to describe this feeling. It's almost like being wrapped in a gigantic bear hug, you know, those types of hugs that are so good you close your eyes when you sink into the other person, the kind that gives you that warm fuzzy feeling inside, but underneath all of that is another layer, something dark and dangerous. It's as if you've finally parted from your bear hug and opened your eyes, only to discover that it isn't another person you're hugging but an actual bear. You're walking a thin line on the edge of danger, and the adrenaline rush is so high you're not sure if it's the thrill you're feeling or if you're about to suffer a heart attack.

'Trust me.' An eerily familiar voice whispers through my mind, coating my inner self with goosebumps.

'I don't even know you.'

The responding chuckle is soft and sweet, the complete opposite of the aura that's surrounding me. It calms every part of my being, lulling me to trust in the voice.

'You know me. You've studied my every move, my every breath. You know how I breathe when I sleep; you've memorized my scent. You can name where every freckle is on my naked body. You know the sounds I make when I'm buried deep inside of you, the faces I make when I orga..."


'Okay, that's enough!' I exclaim, stopping him mid-explanation.

My face is beat read. This is obviously someone I know very intimately, someone I've spent a lot of time around. He doesn't sound or feel like one of my fated, but there is something about him.

'Trust me now, my Queen of Darkness?' The voice chuckles, sounding so carefree.

'Luka?' I question, my brows furrowing and then widening when I realize the truth of who this man is. He's my naughty professor, but he isn't at the same time. This man, this being, it's the darkness inside of him. It's been released to draw me out of Brahma's clutches, to shield my angelic half while yielding the only weapon I have in my arsenal, my succubus. And what better to draw her out than my Dark Prince...Err... I guess Dark King now.

'Something like that.' The voice responds, shrugging at my question even though I've discovered the truth myself, 'Now are you coming or not? You don't have all day. These four buffoons you call men are about to lose their shit. They think I'm just over here fondling you, caressing and kissing your unresponsive body.'

I shake my head, giggling at the picture in my mind. I should've known I couldn't leave five Alpha men unattended for too long.

I begin walking toward the light, where the voice sounds the loudest. The intensity of the fire only grows stronger, but I keep pushing through, somehow knowing with my entire being that I'm making the right decision and everything will be okay. The fire becomes too intense when I fully immerse my body in it. Its power to strong to handle, and I'm feeling a sudden onset of vertigo. My legs are quivering, and my vision is fading as I try not to pass out. My efforts are futile. And my last thought as the darkness overtakes me is that I still have complete faith that everything will be okay.