Book 3: Chapter 79
Tiffany
The chill of the snow falling on naked shoulders, and the ice stained crimson made my heart heavy. I felt like I was dreaming as I gained control from Theo. I knew she twirled in the sky, and devoured men whole… I knew she was after their hearts, then she’d give back the reigns…. She ate their souls too, adding to the numbers of the master’s larder Below as tribute. Unlike other beast bonds…. She started out willing to work *with* me… not forced under my thumb.
For us, it is not a power to be conquered and mastered, for us, It’s akin to me gaining a ‘wolf’, and learning how to control it.
For that I was grateful… It made that part of this easier… But knowing I was responsible for harming so many innocent, that part is heavy.
Heavy as a stone pulling you down into the abyss… but I must press forward. They will not die for nothing.
“Forgive me.” I managed to say, coming to.
I opened my eyes, and I held the half-eaten heart of a human. Their face was twisted, frozen scream on his face held his blue lips agape in terror… The human was Contorted in pain, as if it took him longer than the others to bleed out on the slippery blood-slushed frozen lake.
That was the hundredth, no more and no less. The witches who watched clapped and smiled, but I knew what I’d done… How heavy it made my heart, but I started this process. That ‘Theo’ now rests comfortably in my mind was always the master’s intention. She reminded me of my demon like that, all snuggled and sated…
Did they have lives?
Even if they were from the farms, was it my right to claim their souls for hell as tribute? Why am I having such a moral dilemma now, when the deed is done?
Crows excitedly flocked to the carnage, while my cat leapt onto my naked shoulder. I stood there, feeling the warmth of the mortal’s heart as it too became the temperature of the winds. They whipped my hair, caressing the air as a wispy black flag in the desolate, yet boisterous landscape of encouraging family.
/I didn’t play with them./ She said simply. They were just meat to her, only a meal.
/Good job./ I told her before she curled into a tighter ball, and went to sleep.
When did I become so soft, that this irks my soul so?
I wasn’t going to take my memories back, yet he made them part of me…. I’m a shifter as much as I am a witch now…. This gives me a chance to access the part of me given to Harry… Since my people don’t get inner beasts. I’m like my parents and my brother… like my home pack… but I was never truly one of them.
I was never a wolf; it’s why I see myself more as a witch. They have Always been family yes, but I was never one who wore fur… So even with them, they may not relate, not to this.
“Are you alright?” Asked my mate, taking the half-eaten heart out my hand.
“I am.” I said holding my head high. There is no point in being remorseful for it.
But I will not take life for the fun of it. I could feel my coldblooded nature set in…. It washed over me like a calm wave of stillness…
“Come then, let’s get inside, the master sent his son.” He said picking me up, and using his cloak as a blanket over me. I rested my head on his chest. I held onto his warm body…. For my sake his conjured the fire in his belly to warm us. I was also given a pull over dress randomly found by a witch. They don’t shift here, so shift clothes bins aren’t a thing.
I saw Lord Gulteer speaking with the Realm King… I gingerly waved, while they casually acknowledged us. They seemed to be in serious discussion…..
I wondered why Lord Xaxas looked like he was about to destroy the planet?
There was a banquet in Velimier’s ballroom, though inside entertained Death.
He sat with his wife happily in his arms, drinking a cup of wine. Lady Nixxia was formally a blood-slave of the Vampire King, bred on his whim, bought by Lord Asanguis when he discovered her. Her ebon skin was a stark contrast to her white hair that faded to hot iron. The Three Princes’ wives are a set of flying, feathered canines. Lady Isabelle is a feathered wolf, Lady Harmony is a half wolf, and Lady Nixxia is a hound.
Though I never met her.
“There she is! Come here little one.” Beamed the Lord of Death. His mood was light, and with it came … a sense of calling from his summons.
“Yes master.” I bowed my head, but my mate used his magic to teleport.
I know he did that to impress the Red Witches, that this Yoltier has the gift of flight AND teleportation! It’s RARE someone has that kind of control.
“Well done.” He said casually.
What am I talking about?!
That *any* of the masters come in physical form, *at All* is RARE. This doesn’t happen in other covens, to other kinds of witches. It doesn’t happen to even the highest elf, or most devout wolf….. Their makers do not show their faces, nor come in secret like the Horned One… What we have really is a relationship as child and father…. And he sends his actual son to look at my progress…
Unheard of.
“It is unheard of because the others do not rule such people.” He said looking me in the eyes. They were serpentine and red. “Your flesh remains, though now it is of serpent mold.” He said with a nod.
“Do I belong to you now my lord?” I was placed on the ground to stand on my own two feet. Both me and my mate bowed before the King of Serpents, and he chuckled.
“Father would not give me a *witch* to add to my court.” He petted the top of my head. “Little daughter of Hiedi, you forget you are from a most favored line. That, and you are the first of many serpents. Even little Harry is watched for his protection.”
“Thank you.” I said honestly. I am worried about him from time to time. I call, but he always tells me that he’s fine, and that nothing’s wrong. It’s nice to hear conformation.
“It takes no effort to glance his direction. He does well for himself, and I am here to ensure you do as well. Now, let me see.” He said without a hiss. “Dear did I give it to you?”
“The little blue book?” She rummaged around her pockets, and handed him a small spiral, sapphire notebook.
“Ah there it is. Thank you.” He rubbed her knuckles with his thumb, before handing it to me… It looked like a regular, 70 page journal you’d buy for a high school class, not a spellbook…
“Are these instructions?” I asked.
“Aye. What you need for managing cold blood, a feeding schedule, as well as hunting strategies. About anything I could think of should be in here…. But I also wanted to know how you’re doing?”
“I want for nothing. I have a mate…. I have been blessed with power, flesh or not.” I smiled. “I run a coven. Any title, any blessing I could not think to ask for more…. For an incarnation.”
“If your soul is new or not was never the issue. It was that you pissed him off.” He shook his head. “Come sit at your own damn party Tiffany.” He snapped his fingers.
\----Xaxas----
Father told me to come here; and maybe…. Maybe I needed to.
Witches know how to appease us… and I was in a *mood*.
I was given cake and coffee, yet those snacks lost their flavor.
Fucking Posidion.
*Stealing my Fucking Baby.*
My Jeep didn’t deserve to die like that! He Went through the Trouble Of Winning MY JEEP AND FUCKING CRASHED IT IN THE BOTTOM OF THE OCEAN!
IT’S TOTALED!
He tried driving it on the bottom, not accounting for the pressure… and CRUMPLED **MY** CAR!
Why’d I fucking bet it?!
I thought I had time to get it back!
Then that little Shit Contradiction messing up the planet, father’s *fuck up* with mom, Humblon having a Mother Fucking Temper Tantrum and killing 1% of **all** life across the cosmos.
They better be glad I found his soul and made his high priestess his mate. They killed her, feeling owed. Who Cares that he had the missing Great Bull Demon Turrus?!
It wasn’t worth my songbird’s tears.
That shit made my wife cry. Harmony shed tears because of Humblon’s death. He made all the puppies, kittens, unicorns, half all the angels and other wholesome shit. If he dies, so do his creations. Kaiden’s dog had to be fashioned into a counter sacrifice, then father’s dog Cerbayous, to fix all that.
And *I* had to fix it. I had to stop everything *I* was doing to settle beef with gods older than the damn universe. But *I’m* the godling of the top Three?!
Now Aris keeps pushing his stupid plague that *Isn’t* ready if it will kill All life! I’m starting to think waving my hand and torching the fuck out of this place would be *easier*.
So much easier.
“Lord Xaxas?” Stammered Tiffany. How long had she stood there, holding her hands to her chest like that?
“What troubles you?” I asked.
I knew the answer: me.
For her sake, I took a breath. She came for something, but I wouldn’t pry. If I did right now I’d probably scramble her mortal brains.
“Thank you for coming… and deeming this world Sanctuary.” She said this playing with the hem of her dress.
“You’re probably the first to thank me for that.” I said with a small smile. She was… kind of… She was the first mortal to thank me without some ulterior boot lick, or out of formality.
I get why father made me come now, without Harmony. She’d have calmed me of course, but he wanted me to see the little lives I impact… I will celebrate this milestone in father’s stead.
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