Chapter 132: I don't mind.
Raphael's POV
"You can't mate with her," Drogon said, pulling Ava from me.
"What in the name of the seven hells do you think you're doing?" I snarled, the interruption had my blood boiling.
"You can't. You are not in control of yourself." Drogon said firmly, positioning himself between me and Ava.
"I don't mind..." Ava responded in a hazy tone. She sounded drunk, her words slurring together.
My attention darted to her. Her cheeks and face were flushed crimson. She looked like she was burning up with a fever. The sight of her in such a state made something protective rise within me.
"Are you alright little one?" I asked her, unable to stop myself. I doubted she would be alright after all; I had been causing nothing but trouble since I woke up.
"No, she is not," Gwen whispered from behind Drogon. "She is blood drunk."
"What does that mean? And since when did any of you start barging into my personal chambers?" I growled out, my temper rising.
Flames already licked at my fingertips, dancing between my knuckles. One thing I had noticed about my new powers, none of them seemed able to hurt Ava.
Well, except for the ice. I could still remember the blood pooling around her small form and the sound of her pained gasps.
The memory made me sick to my stomach and built a fresh wave of anger that I had hurt her and caused her pain.
"Don't talk to my mate like that again," Drogon growled back, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Mate? Gwen? The realization struck me suddenly.
"I do not care if she is your mate," I replied coldly. "She is still my subject and I, her king. I ask again, what are you three doing in my chambers?"
Drogon opened his mouth to deliver what I assumed would be another challenge, but Gwen pinched him hard on the arm. His lips pressed tightly together in a thin line of displeasure.
"Your Highness..." Gwen began, her voice gentle but firm. "You cannot mate with Ava. She is still healing."
"No, I am not. I am alright. See?" Ava interjected, standing up and flexing her arms, even cracking her knuckles demonstratively. Something she hadn't been able to do before, I noted with surprise.
Did I heal her somehow? The thought was both disturbing and fascinating.
"There's no need to be surprised," Drogon said, reading my expression. "You are now a god. So it's normal." His tone remained tinged with annoyance.
"However, Gwen's reason isn't why I am here," he continued. "I need to perform a ritual on you before you can mate with your bonded one." He pointed to Ava, whom Gwen was now guiding back to a chair in the corner of my chambers.
"What ritual? And how long will the blood drunk last on her?" I asked, unable to stop admiring how she laughed and acted like a new pup discovering the world.
Something was endearing about her in this state. She was mumbling now, words tumbling out in a stream of consciousness.
"Raphael is not a monster. Alasia is. Landon is. And my lovely sister, no... adopted sister, Helena..." She laughed, low and soft. The sound didn’t match her face. It chilled me.
And then it occurred to me that she had not gotten her revenge against those people who had wronged her and she has not forgotten them. Meaning, she might likely leave me soon.
"I need to separate your god form from your human form," Drogon explained, drawing my attention back to him.
"Your god form just woke up recently. Meaning it would have been starving for intimacy for a very long time. I am going to do it in a way that it happens only when you three are alone and, well, when you want to come together."
"Isn't that dangerous?" Gwen asked, her expression worried as she kept one hand firmly on Ava's shoulder.
"Yes, it is dangerous," Drogon admitted. "Currently half of my powers are weak, and I need a lot of rest to be able to recover. Healing the Fae children took a lot from me."
I nodded at his explanation, understanding the risk he was taking. That didn't mean I trusted him completely, but I respected his input.
"When can we start?" I asked, eager to get this over with.
"Don't touch my Raphael!" Ava suddenly scrambled to her feet, pushing both Anastasia and Gwen away from her with surprising strength. Her eyes were wild, possessive.
"Leave him. I will take him. I don't mind at all," she insisted, taking an unsteady step toward me.
"Oh, you will," Drogon said with a knowing look. "But not right now, master. You might actually get hurt if you do that thing right now."
"I don't mind," she replied obstinately. Her cheeks turned more crimson.
"Well, I do," Drogon cut in firmly. "You can't die, master."
And that shut Ava up instantly. Her eyes widened, and she sank back down into the chair without another word.
Yes, now I remember. The word 'master' triggered something in my memory. What exactly was the relationship between these two?
Drogon moved to the centre of my chamber, clearing space by pushing a small table aside. "The ritual requires blood," he said matter-of-factly. "Both yours and mine."
" Hmm."
He produced a small curved dagger from within his robes. The blade gleamed in the candlelight, symbols written along its surface that seemed to shift and change as I looked at them.
"This will bind Grey to your will," he explained. "He will remain part of you, but when you are to mate with her, he won't. He will have a mind of his own. If we don't do it this way, you might end up hurting Ava."
"And if the ritual fails?" I asked, watching as Drogon began drawing symbols on the stone floor with a piece of charcoal.
He paused, looking up at me with grave eyes. "Then Grey might break free entirely. He could become separate from you once again, a god walking the earth with all your powers but none of your humanity." In other words, I would be lost.
The room fell silent save for Ava's occasional giggles. Even Gwen and Anastasia seemed to hold their breath.
"Is there no other way?" I finally asked.
Drogon shook his head. "Not if you wish to be with her safely." He nodded toward Ava. "Grey desires her as much as you do. Maybe more. And he has fewer... restraints. So you two, since you are one, need to agree together."
I understood the warning. If I lost control during intimacy if Grey took over... Ava could be in danger, that's why the ritual is needed.
"Very well," I said, removing my shirt and kneeling where Drogon indicated. "Let's begin."
I knelt down, a little scared but I tried not to let it show. However, my new powers ever, the wonderful ones, decided to disgrace me.
Ice began forming on my body. Drogon noticed. " Your Highness, it will be alright. I do not think he would hurt you or her. Although I know you are not worried about yourself."
I just nodded at him. Drogon pierced his hand and bled into a bowl. He smeared the dagger with his blood, and the next thing I knew, I felt the dagger piercing me on my chest.
The exact spot, the light that had erupted from Grey and I. I didn't know how long I screamed as Drogon spoke in the old tongue.
I could understand him now. " Vessel and beast are one... One in everything... Apart from when it comes to their mate. They can't be one yet they will be in agreement..." Everything became dark.
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