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Elandra turned toward the creatures, who was crouched in the shadows at the edge of the chamber. The Therabus in their true form was something grotesque. A wonder of depravity. There were no redeeming qualities with their kind, but there wasn’t any for a Katara faction being either.
They were bloodthirsty and could shift into a human visage–always with blue eyes and blond hair. Their authentic forms were ugly beasts with scaled bodies like serpents, and they had tails like a scorpion–that they used to paralyze their victims.
I enjoyed the natural forms of shapeshifting Katara creatures. The Therabus had jaws that could dislocate,showing three rows of razor-sharp teeth. But their insatiable appetite–their weakness–was for human female flesh. And once they fucked the female, they devoured the bodies and absorbed the power and energy of their souls.
“They still think the Therabus acted alone,” Elandra said with a smirk on her face. “But that won’t last long. They may have figured out the truth already–that the Therabus are too stupid and wild to think of such calculated plans.”
“Let them believe what they will. Makes no difference to our endgame,” I sneered.
Seeran turned his black gaze toward me. “The next strike must not simply be violent. It must be precise. The cities of men—where the crowds go to congregate. We need a sacrifice to help shift the power even more.”
I nodded once. “Chaos breeds desperation,” I said. “And that desperation will help birth their surrender and our rule.”
“Chaos breeds desperation,” we all repeated in unison.
It was a vow as ancient as time.
“Destruction will open the portals. It’ll shift the power to the Katara Faction once and for all,” I said with a raised voice that shook the walls.
Not a rip in space, time, or dimensions but a permanent door that would allow the dark to pass intothe light. The realms would splinter, so the shadows could slither out and take root. The Katara faction was always seen as outcasts, the evil of the world.
My kind were the keepers of the dimensions, bound by blood and magic to obey. But after the time and portal rip, thrustingOtherworldalike to other worlds, it opened that magic for the first time.
I stepped forward, letting my clawed hand brush along the Therabus’s jagged spine. The creature trembled beneath my touch.
“You will go to the Highlands,” I whispered, my claws digging into its flesh, ripping it open until dark blood oozed out. “They’ve rallied, brought in alliances, trying to flush out the threat. You’ll make yourself seen as your true self for the first time. Go to a place where humans and supernatural entities try to coexist. Shatter that illusion. Tear through them. Take the innocent and destroy their illusion of safety. It’s time we added more sacrifice to our cause.”
The creature gave a low growl of acceptance and obedience.
“They’ll come for you,” I added, “and you’ll let them. You’ll add your blood as a sacrifice.”
We needed blood, fear, tears, and pain. We needed it all to push back the last resistance ofchaos, to open the gates fully, to immobilize any magic that could be used against us.
I placed my hands over the Therabus and felt the hum and heat and energy of what dark evil I called forth. The witches and warlocks weren’t the only ones who had a few tricks up their sleeves. We’ve had a millennia and more to hone our craft and plot our revenge for being trapped like prisoners.
The Therabus started thrashing, gasping, black fluid dripping from its mouth, and then it seized up. Its grisly mouth gaped open as it surrendered to being the vessel.
I smiled.
The gates would soon be fully open. Forever.
And no one could stop us.
23
LENNOX
My hands gripped Aisling’s thick thighs as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her breath came in short, desperate gasps, and I could feel her heart pounding against my chest.
She was already wet for me, the scent and heat of her soaking through the thin fabric of her panties making my cock throb and leak pre-cum like a motherfucker.
“Ye’re so fucking perfect, Aisling,” I growled, my voice low and rough with need. “Ye drive me fooking wild. Every curve, every inch of ye… gods,” I exhaled as my body trembled and my primal need rose. “Ye were made for me.”
She whimpered as I pressedmy hips against hers, the hardness of my cock grinding against her soaked pussy. Her hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer, and I wasted no time claiming her mouth.
I fucking loved when she tugged at the strands hard enough that I hissed in pain. That turned me on.
Our lips met in a fierce, hungry kiss, our tongues tangling urgently. I could taste the sweetness of her mouth. She had a flavor that I’d never get enough of. I was already addicted.
