Chapter 92

A/N: Sorry I put this on the back burner. March is HARD, oh, and Next chapter is Zuviel, with a deleted scene!  
Samira
I sat with Jack in the hospital, and honestly….. I was glad I was here. Nobody bothered me…. Or needed me… it was quiet… Only the beeps of machines interrupted it.
All the while I knew my mate was only going to be dead a short time… but it didn’t matter. I was sad regardless… Who wouldn’t be?
The person who shares half your soul and your whole heart is dead…
There is no response to my connection, thus I feel useless. I should have been strong enough to go with him as the direct blood of none other than Uriel….
I’m his fucking granddaughter, and I’m here… babysitting a serial killer…
How pathetic I am.
No that isn’t it… I was made unable to fight on purpose… I was never given the chance to be Able to grow wings and summon a sword of sterling silver, anointed with flaming oils…
I was the unicorn from Temu….
Jack sat up.
“I’ve heard about enough.” He said swinging his legs off the side of the bed. “You think you’re useless?” He said this raising his weak voice with every word. “I cannot defend my master, being almost as old as the First to Wear Flesh, being *given* flesh myself!” He hissed weakly. There was no bite to his growling either.. It sounded human. 
“You did your be-” He cut me off.
“I am so old that my ‘one murder a day’ offering has reached in the *millions* yet I was batted away like a disobedient horsefly.”
“Sorry to hear that… it’s just… ” He cut me off.
“It is the bond. I feel the way you do when I’ve not killed in over 3 days.” He said firmly. “So I Know… but be patient. He’ll be back soon. If anything, I know the masters will not leave their mates for long.”
“…So… is killing really your mate?” I asked.
“Aye… I remember like it was yesterday.” He said looking at the ceiling as if he were recalling a fond memory of a living, breathing mate… not a theoretical one. “One day… it became my bread, my wife, and my water. It is my shelter. So long as I kill one a day, my lust is somewhat sated. I do not care who or what they are. If they reach my knife’s blade or my serrated claws and fangs, then they are welcome to die. For their suffering, I feel my mate.”
“Mind sharing?” I asked to pass the time…. I did NOT want to hear it but we were here…
“You don’t want to hear that, I can tell.” He said shaking his head. “One day I just kind of realized that the mistress gave me the mate I truly wanted.”
“…You *wanted* this for yourself?!” I asked.
“Yes.” He said firmly. “My mate… she isn’t Really flesh, but for a moment, when I take the life of another I have her all the same…. But we will never meet. When I die, I am bound for the Pit, as I should be.”
“But you will be missed.” I said to kind of reassure him, and he laughed.
“By who? Being mourned by my master means little. Over 5 million people, and their descendants will Rejoyce. Then there are others… like Eternya. He has killed entire countries in a day. Compared to his carnage, I am a boy holding a spork.” He chuckled.
“May I come in?” knocked Dr. Liamson. By scent I could tell he was a mighty dragon, possibly a councilman’s bastard. There’s hundreds of them out there; they aren’t rare or anything. The Rare thing would probably be if he’s claimed or not.
“Go ahead.” I said casually. He bowed and came in, clicking a pen on his clipboard. His jet black hair faded to purple, making him two toned.
“His diagnosis is fine, however I’d like to keep him one more day.”
“That’s not happening.” Said Jack. “Too much is at stake. My Queen and my mistress need me out in the field… and hell’s generals plumet to the ground unchecked.”
“You’re right… Lord Kaizen or Tyson will level this town should any duress come to their mates….. have you had petrol before?”
“Both red and blue.” He smiled. “Doping me up isn’t going to give me an edge over General Eternya, but I can use this to aid with everything else.”
“….My lady could you leave the room a moment?” Asked Dr. Liamson.
“Of course.” I said knowing what they were about to do.
I’m not stupid…. ‘Petrol’ refers to aggressive male blood from dragons and minotaur. It’s illegal to give their blood like that, but I know he probably bit his wrist and gave him a mouthful, so he’d get a rush…. 
Jack phased through the wall as black smoke, wiping his mouth after about 5 minutes.
“Let’s escort you back.” He said honestly.
“Alright. And sorry. I had a moment of weakness.”
“We all get that. You lost your mate; anyone who would think less of you for it don’t understand that a piece of you is literally *missing* without him.” He said firmly. 
“How are you not raging out down the hall….” I mumbled. He smelled like a dragon, if only for a moment.
“Uh, I don’t really know. Nothing really affects me like that.” He said walking in front.
Someone had his van, and gave him the keys with a bow. I could see the fear in that werewolf’s eyes…
I could smell it.
Even his own people *didn’t* like, nor trust him. He didn’t seem to care though, opening the door for me, and I got in.
“Do you like ice cream?” He asked casually.
“I do….”
“The café is 24 hours.”
“My mate is dead and my people need me.” I said firmly.
“And you can help them *after* you eat. I doubt you did while I was unconscious, and the bond break makes you lose your appetite.” He said cranking up the car. “We’ll see what their up to when you’re taken care of….”
I had no counter… I hadn’t eaten…. But I also didn’t care. If left to my own devices, I probably wouldn’t.
Not long after, I was summoned by Death to attend a meeting with the Realm King….
I got to see Tyson die… It broke my heart to see him fall.
\-----Tyson------
I marched down the hall, and his guards bowed. One day I will have command over his legions… but I hope it isn’t anytime soon.
I do not want *more* authority… 
I do not need more power.
…. But even as strong as I was…. With the cold void aura that emitted from the throne room… I could feel my confident steps slow.
My hair became a little bristled from his hostile, passive anger….
What happened while I was dead?
I saw but a flash…. An accident. Grandfather and Arviel nearly destroyed everything over me…
“Nearly war.” He said with fire on every word. “It *might* have been an accident… but I protected my little wife. He pushed her, and *I* am the villain!”
It was neither loud nor aggressive…. But calm.
The same false calm I have when I want to rip everything apart.
But I also… I *knew* there was more to this.
“And you thought to protect her.” I said, honestly agreeing with his thought…
I saw.
Through his eyes… and I agreed. I would have done the same thing… just in a gentler way.