Page 265 of Dark Haven Omegaverse

He’d changed already. Elkan was no longer a demon.

All aspects of this life were gone, leaving pale skin, green eyes, a shock of black hair, and a kind smile in its place. He was handsome and I knew Sarah would be happy to have him.

His smile faded quickly. Being in this realm for too long was taking his humanity, too.

He couldn’t survive here. Not anymore.

There was no hesitation as I shoved him through the portal before he could die. His sacrifice couldn’t be for nothing. We were too close to the end.

The second his body disappeared, Helheim pushed me toward the portal. It still needed to be closed.

Elkan’s sacrifice had made it possible, but I still had to do the final mending of the divide.

White hot energy pulsed through me and into the portal as I mended the fissure. Even if I couldn’t visually see the portal on the other side, I felt it slowly close, the feeling of Dark Haven muted and calmed the longer I worked.

It was now a background note, not something I could feel without having to try.

When Helheim retreated, so did I, letting the power settle back into place. I was breathing heavily as I came back to my senses.

The bond was wide open, showing me all the pride and love they were sharing at our success. They had played just as big of a role in all this as I did and I didn’t hesitate to return my gratitude.

“Thank you, Harlow,” Drake said softly.

When I turned it was only him that remained.

“You’re thanking me?” I asked. “I just literally threw your dad through the portal and turned him into a human.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think you even grasp what you’ve given my mom.”

Drake was going to say more but a terrifying screech echoed through the castle. It didn’t take long to identify Loki’s voice, and something in me knew that it was time.

I had to get up there and save Hel.

How the fuck I would do that was still a mystery.

I was running before I could even say anything to Drake, who easily fell into step beside me.

When we got to the throne room, it wasn’t just Loki and Hel. There was a human alongside her and not once did the former goddess look away from him.

She no longer was half skeleton. Her beautiful, human face was twisted in agony. A large gaping wound had torn away over half of her chest. Blood poured from it, pooling behind her and mixing with her companion’s.

Loki had mentioned she wanted someone to share her life with, I guess she found him.

I was positive the gods took his life as part of her punishment, too. Fucking monsters. Though, bonding and losing a mate would have been a death sentence on its own.

My heart broke at the pain they were experiencing.

The middle-aged man next to her was as gorgeous as she was. They were likely a pair that everyone around them was jealous of.

Until tragedy struck.

His bronzed chest was lined in muscles, though they were coated in blood from the open wound on his throat.

He still gasped for breath to no avail. Loki said nothing at the additional person, and I didn’t question it. I wouldn’t let this man suffer.

“Save him first,” Hel begged me. Knowing she would take twice as long to figure out, I did as she asked and ignored Loki’s protests.

Once I reached out for his soul, I felt it. Instead of pulling it into Helheim, I fed just enough of the realm into his body to make him one of us.

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