Book 2: Chapter 104
Heidi
With an awesome aura, and the sound of a single wing flap, out of the Pit, flew a long serpent…. One who held the circumference of New Apple, flying so fast it was a blur as it was stories long..... One who once he had enough altitude, spread great bat’s wings…. If there was a sun in the sky, it would be blocked by such a beautiful beast. One who was as big around as a city and ten times as long… One who unless I Saw it myself, I would not be able to wrap my head around his great length…. One who unlike any serpent I’d seen depicted… had arms and legs.
Also, it’s head was that of a python… not a dragon. I didn’t know what it was, but I no longer saw the Herold… as that was his true form and location… he was that thing….
The elongated, dragon like snake flew in a great ring, flying around twice before shaking his elk’s horns. The spell he cast protected the edge of the Pit, that whatever he was about to do would only affect that area. It was a great, 500 meter, black transparent ring that formed.
I could only watch with my mouth agape…. He roared, breathing red flames, then a white hot beam but he was not done… The third phase of it changed to a black-purple accented laser beam obliterating anything down in the Pit…. I could feel the heat from here…
The crackle sounded almost as if glass was breaking, though his roar became a screech of anger… It was so bright that the sky was temporarily green… I could see that the plasma he spewed was so hot that a black barrier was around the Pit to protect everyone from his power.
I saw how the countless unredeemable sinners were destroyed… and it was my fault that I was here, or that this happened.
“I’m sorry.” I hiccupped. And he patted my back. The King of Hell took no joy in what he’d ordered, but I could tell by his steady breathing that he truly was satisfied with the outcome.
“It was necessary.” He said simply. He took steps forward, holding me as you would to soothe a small child…. But I did feel comfort for my trembling soul. There was an irony in his title of Night Father, that he in one motion can destroy a soul, punishment for someone’s actions, and in the same breath, bring peace to one he’d punished…
There was a certain numb feeling to losing him a second time, and both times it was my fault.
The Herold of the End flew down the pit with folded wings, diving into the nothingness, making sure that everything was gone…. There was a glow when his body finally reached whatever checkpoint or bottom there was, and his visage appeared. He bowed.
“Master it is done. I cleaned the Pit a little early. It is completely empty as you commanded…. There is not even residue of a soul left, only energy by your order.”
“Leave us. You have done well.” He said softly.
I don’t ever want a familiar again.
“Little one, you will take what I give you.” He said as a father would, scolding a spoiled child. One who did not want to go or do something that he’d commanded as the head of house.
“…. I do not deserve anything you give me. Please release me and allow me to take my shame with me.” I said looking down. “I do not want powers… I will renounce my line… I do not want children… I do not want anything that could make you this furious ever again…..”
He held me as a small toddler, being able to do so with one hand.
“I will not.” He said simply. “Little soul morn your loss; I am here. Little vessel you bring me great sorrow. I did not wish to be the one to add to your cracks, small vessel…. One that is stretched across the fabric of your being… but as I said it was Necessary.”
He cradled me, almost apologizing… but if anything, I should still be. I offended one even Kings called master… he showed me that with his words, exserting no effort that his ruling was iron, and that I was merely a small, whimpering dog he threw a bone to.
He growled. “You are no dog. Do not belittle your mother….” He sighed. “Now that Rahrraam is gone, I must right my anger…. Of all the souls I’ve made, you sound the most like her.”
“Stop it John.” Said Alpha Ron, but my eyes were closed.
“Goddess above please.” Said John. I blinked my eyes, and I was in his arms, atop the symbol of my patron, still holding the vile of liquid given to me by my grandfather.
“What…” I said, but I don’t think anyone could hear me. My eyes were open, but my body was weak. I didn’t even hear my own voice… how could they.
I was in a hospital bed, and they’d unhooked life support… meaning that even the doctors had given up.
“Goddess above, I am your child… please I can’t live without her touch… I’ve only just gotten to have it. Please do not take it from me Horned One.” He said holding me tighter.
“She’s dead John. Let her Go… it’s been three hours…” Said Ron.
“She isn’t!” he growled. “There’s no way she is… I just marked her what feels like Today…. It feels like I fell in love with her yesterday….”
“John,” Gulteer wheezed, still recovering from death. “The punishment for Oath Breaking is Death, and I did not see her soul when I returned to this body.”
He got snarled at.
“He Wouldn’t Kill Her, look Again!” He retorted. “I know she broke the bond or whatever, but he Wouldn’t Take her from ME!”
“You Speak of one called THE ADVERSARY!!” grandfather screamed back at him, but John cried hot tears onto my face…. I’d never known him to be so upset… but I could see he too was absolutely crushed.
“Your Highness… What do I need to Do to bring her back? I don’t care what I have to give.” He snarled, but the King glared at me.
Gulteer did as well. He looked as heartbroken as he was angry, until he saw me blink.
“Her heart beats now.” Gulteer pointed at my eyes. “I must go now… containment of the Master’s Mark must be attended by a professional.” He said disappearing.
“The next part is for Me to do.” The King kneeled down, and took the vile of the in-between’s water out my hand, and I began to cough. “Forgive this foolish old man, I thought the most spiritual thing I owned would be enough payment for your transgression.” He mumbled.
“I’m alright, you were trying to find a solution.” I wheezed between coughs, unable to really catch my breath in the unnaturally cool night’s breeze, and my mate’s hold.
“You must have endured quite a lot to have your heart stop.” Said grandfather.
“I can tell I cannot heal your soul.” Said grandma.
“He threw Rahrraam in the Pit.” I said almost inaudibly.
A somber silence was interrupted by only the occasional rustling of medical staff in other rooms and beeping of machines.
The Pit was a place of Finality….
It didn’t matter what I said… his judgment was final. I would never see him again, because I was supposed to let him die… Maybe if I followed the law, he would have been returned to me… but now I would Never see him again…. Now he no longer belonged to this world, or the next.
Now he was Just energy.
“I feel as if this is my fault.” Said John, holding my hand. “But the blame game will do nothing…. For now, please rest Heidi. I know you can’t have all your strength after going through that And the Church.”
My body felt like every muscle was made of lead…. He was right. I didn’t want to admit it but I was emotionally and physically done.
“The only reason why I’ll agree with this is because I know in my heart that I cannot do much more than sit up….” I said silently.
With every blink, I saw flashes of the absolute authority of the King of Hell… that even a monster as grand as that at his command, even that was Nothing…. He killed Rahrraam for more than lying.
Rahrraam disrespected him.
He disobeyed him… and dragged me down with him… in the eyes of the King of Hell…. I was a Sinner for a moment…. My demon was akin to a sacrifice. He died that the brand of Sinner be wiped off my soul. Because I did, in fact, break my oath.
If he’d taken all my power and I’d live the rest of my life as only a half wolf, I’d have done it if it meant that Rahrraam was safe… even if he turned on me…my body was so heavy.
It felt like I’d just gotten dragged with rope by the legs. I could almost imagine the clops of a draft horse down a stoney road, while my demon lay drawn and quartered like in the old times… Times thankfully I’d only read about.
How strange it is to live in modern day, surrounded by old, powerful men who fought the horrors made by the Night ‘Father’…
I do not want this power.
I don’t want it if it means I’ll ever see those eyes again.
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