Page 211 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

Was his body converting food to whatever powers he possessed now?

“Oh, delightful,” Valgri commented as the air around him shifted, a draft blowing toward my brother as the aura consumed it as well. He was like a void, demanding to be filled, and using everything around him to fuel that need.

In mere minutes, he’d worked through a buffet fit for an army. By the time he turned to us, he looked more wraith than man. The same glow that emanated from the souls now surrounded him like a second skin.

“So, this isn’t normal, right?” Hiro asked with wide eyes as he held out his arm, noticing the barrier now that the hunger was satiated.

“Not at all,” Valgri said. “Which is why you’re here still.” The god froze before jumping up, eyes flashing white then back again. “More on this later, we’re needed in the throne room.”

“Then let’s go,” Drake said, taking Hiro’s hand without fear and urging me to follow.

Valgri mentioned an enemy and that thought had me growing again, ready to protect them as much as I would my mate. We were pack. No one would harm us again.

As soon as we reached the throne room I saw him. A low growl erupted from my chest, quickly shifting into a ferocious roar. There, in the doorway, walking in like he had any right to, was Gravik.

“How dare you come here!” Drake bellowed. Valgri clicked his fingers, locking us in place before we could attack. He was the judge here, not us, and we’d have executed the demon on the spot.

“I’ve come to serve the new Queen. I helped her gain this realm, have I not?” the demon adviser asked.

“You have no place in this castle or this realm,” I snarled at him. “Only death awaits you.”

“Oh, so angry.” Gravik laughed. “That’s how you greet someone above your station.”

“You are not above them,” Valgri stated simply. Finally, the demon’s eyes landed on the god.

He didn’t respond for several moments but I saw him tense. This asshole thought he would waltz back in and take his place like before. That there would be no consequences to his actions.

“I am an adviser to the Queen.” Gravik’s argument was weak. He was that for Hel, but he also took part in our execution.

She would not forgive that.

“They are her kings,” Valgri reminded him. “She won’t be ruling alone as Hel did, nor will she allow you to live. Her order will be made with justice, and I’ll allow it.”

“She’s nothing without me,” Gravik said, sneering. The pure hatred on his face had me wanting to lunge at him again, but I was still locked in place. Hiro, however, was not, shooting across the room at preternatural speed.

There was a loud blast before a whirlwind of ash cascaded down on him, the glow now gone as his powers were expelled in one single blast.

Hiro wasn’t a man, he was a weapon.

Harlow

The Scourge

The Scourge was essentially where Hel sent anyone who pissed her off to rot for eternity. Cells of the forgotten line the bottom floors. I could barely tell what was behind the bars. Shadows stirred but they didn’t come forward.

If it wasn’t so dark in here, I may have been able to make something out. Sure, I could try to conjure some fire, but I wasn’t positive I wanted to see what lurked there if I was being honest.

There was no real justice here in Helheim. Hel was judge and jury. Sentencing was a joke.

Every new hallway I’d walk down, every new floor, was full of endless desolation and darkness.

This was truly the hell I’d always heard of.

The only thing missing was the screams of torture.

With the guards standing down, the wails had turned from pained pleas to forlorn calls for help.

“Monty, what do I do?” I whispered to the demon who refused to leave my side. The shadows were slowly coming back to him, but were mere whispers of what they were before. “I don’t want to release something awful unknowingly.”

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