Book 3: Chapter 89
A/N: the Bull’s Beloved is up!
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I put down my buttercream tips, and let both my pink and green dyed frosting float there in midair.
Time is stopped; even the songbirds were mid-flap, and my cows mid-graze.
Why does it always happen only on the days *I* have plans?
I sat on the couch, and waved my hand over my dining table. I watched the ripple.
I watched my sons be the biggest jackasses this side of Infinity… .and … the Judge warped reality beyond his jurisdiction… He wished his mother’s forgiveness so greatly that he made a wrinkle in my otherwise perfect timeline….
At least it’s all within the same year…. I thought this alert would happen Next Week…
It seems the source of the ripple is *my* inaction. Zuviel nor Arviel were ever meant to make the chain reaction to break their wives’ hearts….. Both their footsteps were only a foot and a half too far to the left. I was supposed to notice that and move them, but I was here… fucking around making cake…
Well shit.
“And if Xaxas didn’t…. Kind of correct my oversight, she’d have never forgiven my stupid son, died, he’d have killed me, and I’d have to start over… Again.” I said Pissed As Fuck Hearing It Out Loud.
This is humbling And embarrassing.
But to interfere and fix such a loophole Will shatter her mended heart, and she’ll never bloom later.
Oh, this irks me.
Now that I’m looking at the wrinkle, I’ll never unsee it either.
It’s like looking at a single blue N&N in the wrong container after sorting them by color for a topping you had planned. A single off-white tile on a chessboard….. Just off enough that once you see, you can’t *not* notice it.
“Ziri, summon the Timeless One.” I said firmly.
I sent a message to Naztakar, the Timeless One. On Urth, he keeps the Last Secret, manages the history museum, and protects the timeway with me. Last I spoke with him, was before Oliver bought one of my handmade figurines from the gift shop.
Occasionally, I switch the Last Secret out for a Scrubby Pappi, and nobody notices… It’s a good laugh, but right now I needed him to use his magic. I won’t use mine….
He came in a single second, kneeling as he did so. I think he may be the only person to *understand* the Last Secret, and knows what it is in the first place.
That he kneels before he who made it.
“I saw.” He said honestly. “It isn’t a stretch that the mortal did the trial right after their fight.”
“Aye. Reset their memories, but not the timeline. The paradox is from my own inaction, and cannot be undone.” I said still refusing to use my powers. Not now.
Not yet. I am not ready…
A taste and I will never want to go back to *this* decrepit, feeble body.
\----Zayde----
We’d moved this get together around a bit. There was a theater room big enough for Tiffany’s family, as well as the Three Princes to enjoy front row seats for the master’s fuck up…. And lord Xaxas. Now only the coven leaders remained, but all in the room were silent at not only may mate’s triumph… but also… the trauma seen through the eyes of the goddess herself….
And I understood why…. Why the master wanted Tiffany to try so hard in the 1st place. Xaxas was the *last* straw… Lady Lulliba assumed her son had come to save her from her fate, not add to it.
“Wow.” Said Lord Posidion. “You had to threaten your own mother to force them to stop?!”
“It was that or the planet.” Said Xaxas. “It does not show how dire it got….”
“I’d still be mad too.” Said Isabelle. “As a mother… you’re her son. She’ll forgive you, but Lulliba won’t forget this.”
“As a woman, I can say that this will be… something that comes to mind often, and all on its own.” Said Nixxia.
“It’s alright dear.” Said Lord Asanguis.
“I know that now husband.” She said sweetly. “I say this because I am a demigoddess now, married to Death himself. Yet, even for me, there are times I still think of the horrors of being a human blood-breeding project of the Vampire King.”
She held her mate’s hand, and he thumbed it with his knuckles.
“I could not imagine, my lady.” I said honestly having a hard time visualizing it.
And seeing her…. Seeing Nixxia’s expression made me feel something… I am not a creature designed to feel whatever it is, and it felt foreign. I didn’t even know how to describe it. I put my hand to my heart… She is a master’s wife…. I could not imagine the horrors she saw.
But I knew of her plight.
Nixxia’s blood is the *only* of its kind…. SSSS. None other have ever had such a high rating… And Victor *loves* breeding his own private lines of human… He treats them like wine… Even the collars ‘round their necks say their birth year, blood type, and quality… but Lady Nixxia was the golden goose. Even I heard about her rare blood type that only she possesses…. Her mother tasted so good she was killed in front of the mistress. Nixxia tasted so good she even now holds thick claw scars on her throat from being attacked.
And Lady Isabelle wears claw marks on her face from being defeated….
Lady Lulliba is also scarred… and Heidi… from abuse.
With magic, a snap of a finger, they could be elvishly perfect… but they wear them with pride. There is no shame from surviving…. I understand battle scars…..
But I couldn’t understand this feeling. I am responsible for *hundreds* of thousands of deaths…
*I* am the creature who uses men for their blood and bone…. But if I had a mirror, I don’t think I could look at myself right now.
Why am I not proud right now?
Stanley the Butcher… Zayde the bahimoth caster…. A *slaughterer* of innocent.
The Dark Witch.
“I think we should take our leave.” Said Xaxas. “There is much to tend to, correcting all the disruptions caused by this.”
“Aye.” Said Posidion. “By the lady’s sorrow, it is harder to turn the tides.”
And just like that, the Princes and Lord of the Oceans were gone.
“I believe that has been the most successful summoning yet.” Said grandfather.
I felt a clawed hand on top of my head. Father gently petted my me.
Blood dripped from my eyes… thankfully *after* they left.
“I take it this your first true taste of remorse, regret, and compassion.” Said father.
“I suppose it is.” I looked ashamed, if only for the fact that I was in a theater full of men older than my first life…
“Do not feel bad cousin.” Said Hellinia. “I remember the 1st time I was given the clarity to understand how heavy my hand was on this world… I cannot imagine yours.”
“I brought every unhappiness to their homes. None were spared, but now I don’t know.” I mumbled.
“Hold onto that feeling, and don’t forget it.” Said father.
“How could someone forget how this feels?” I asked.
“When they lose sight of why you feel it.” Said father.
“Or they were never born with it.” Said grandfather.
“Here, take this portal home.” Velimier made a portal home for me…
“Tiffany will join you shortly.” Said Hellinia.
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