Page 40 of Darkness Consuming
The growing cloud that is Violence’s smoky form, raises up high before crashing down hard. The swirling shadow billows around the room, making it insufferable to see and breathe, or feel anything else but the raw power that’s shaking through her. The walls reverberate unsteadily and I cling to her fingers. I lean into her body, seemingly protecting her from herself.
The power trembles through the room until it bursts. It presses against everything, making it impossible to even breathe. The impact shoves me down. My back hits the warm floor just as the walls tear open from the inside out. Papers and pens and glass clatter around the room. The chaos only seems to grow with each passing second.
This is how it all ends?
That single sentence circles my mind over and over again. Until the dust begins to settle. The shadows recede. I can breathe again.
The walls are split down the middle. Three of them open to the rooms beyond here, while one of them opens wide into a world of gray and ash. Heat like I’ve never felt rolls in from the gash in the far wall.
“That’s the underworld isn’t it?” Cameron’s question isn’t one I can answer.
I have no fucking idea.
The darkness swirls around the room, whirling casually before drifting across her body like a blanket. Seconds pass before it’s absorbed right into her. I look up then, and the first thing I notice is the beautiful whisky color of her eyes. They catch the light with a wide look of fulfillment. For a second, all I can think about is how normal she looks.
Then I notice her sister take Jeriko’s hand. She stumbles on the papers littering the floor. Her shaking hands grab fistfuls of the handwritten pages. My brows crease as I watch her. She takes a single look back at the destruction of the room before dragging Jeriko through the hole in the wall.
Right out into the mysterious ashen world.
I stand slowly. Nollix walks our way. Long hair hangs in his eyes, but he keeps his focus entirely on her. Cameron pulls the needle from her arm, the needle that seems to have calmed the storm. He stands near her but doesn’t touch her.
That’s smart.
He’s a smart Warlock.
My fingers lace with hers and her pretty gaze peers up at me.
“He’s gone.” A smile tugs at her lips. “He’s gone.” The haunting tone of her voice is filled with happiness.
She’s the happiest I’ve ever seen her actually.
And all it took was her father’s death.
