Page 103 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

“Courtyard,” Kol said as the gargoyles ran for the stairwell at his command.

I was suddenly left alone with the melancholy cries still echoing in the hall and blood and ash at my feet.

Vane had expertly used a large number of his army as fodder.

Yet another example he had no fucking conscience.

The entire attack reeked of desperation which meant whatever was going down in the courtyard was even worse.

I may not have been able to pop out of existence or fly through the halls, but I ran after them anyway, needing to see what fresh hell Vane had unleashed.

My lungs burned as I pushed my half-human body to its limits to reach the courtyard in time.

For once, Ivar and Kol were working together, slaughtering a fresh wave of demons. It was ironic how quickly they went from near enemies to allies.

They had a job to do and despite being pitted against each other by Hel for years, they had the same goal. To stop the rogue demons and preserve Dark Haven.

And they shared a mate, one they shared with me, Hiro, and Roman as well. Our pack wasn’t exactly conventional, then again with mental health, humans, and supernaturals all mixed, we were complicated from the start.

Unlike Ivar and Kol, I didn’t come equipped with massive power and fierce claws. I had some hellfire that could work against small groupings but I was exhausted.

“Hel, give me something to work with here?” I demanded out loud, desperation coloring my words.

It wasn’t Hel who answered.

Loki appeared in front of me again, a finger tapping his chin like this wasn’t a pressing issue. He was a strange god but if he gave me a weapon he could be as crazy as he liked. I was used to crazy.

“You look more like a katana kind of guy,” he said with laughter in his voice. I watched as he held his hand out, palm up, a katana forming in it.

The black weapon was laced with glowing blue fissures, and I didn’t hesitate to take it from his hand.

I was vastly outpowered and out magicked in this battle and I had to trust the weapon wouldn’t hurt me.

“Thank you.”

“Be warned, a gift is not given without one expected in return. I’ll return for my favor later, you delicious specimen,” he teased, tracing a finger over my chest before disappearing and reappearing on top of the gazebo, crossing his legs and eating a bag of popcorn.

He popped each piece as his eyes drank in the ‘show’ unfolding below. To him this was great fun.

Gods are weird.

That was all the time I had to devote to the strange ginger god as a wave of demons finally got past the wall of monsters and were heading for the door to Dark Haven.

I think the fuck not.

They didn’t seem to notice me as I waited, sword by my side until they were close enough.

Their eyes were set on the building itself, hunger had their tongues darting out as if they could taste the human emotion in the air already. It was the desperation I had feared. They were deprived of feeding regularly now.

They wouldn’t get the chance to feed this time.

Exhaustion fell away as adrenaline took over. I swung out, slicing through the front lines like butter, their bodies crumbling to ashes on the spot.

My demon side had taken over completely now, fire burning along my skin and engulfing the katana, making my reflexes that much stronger and the weapon even more effective.

The fight waged on for what felt like hours before the demons stopped coming through. I wasn’t sure how many actually resided in Helheim, but now there were about a hundred less.

“Well done, half breed,” Ivar said as he slammed his fire into the chest of the last demon, letting his remains join the others.

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