Page 163 of Rose and Shadows
And as the army moved into rapid-fire formation, said teleportation brought in one very familiar figure.
Gregor Varsellis.
His shimmering silver robes cut through the night, as did those creepy eyes of his, the rare pale-blue shade really wasted on him.
Those eyes narrowed as he flipped down his hood, a severe brown and black buzzcut coming into view. His disdainful gaze swept over everyone, before coming to rest on Warlow, darting to Cornelius and then Cassius every now and then. He was clocking their Celestial power.
I wished it was with worry, but there was none there.
After all, the psycho had his followers wielding that and even black magic alongside their own power and innate abilities.
Wolves, vampires, Light Fae, sorcerers, sorceresses, and many Dark Fae made up his entourage of a couple thousand.
He sneered at Warlow. “Such hubris. Being married to an Immortal has made you foolish in that regard. You believe yourself untouchable. Youallbelieve you’ve already won.” Hiseyes flamed with his peach-colored power. “That is so very far from being the case.”
Warlow tapped his chin and cocked his hip. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but weren’t you dearly humiliated in your last battle where Sylas Morgrave turned your own despicable device against you and had you squealing like a little bitch with your arm bound to a torture chair of your own making?”
Raucous laughter and cheering rang out from our side that had me chuckling and Cassius beaming at me.
Gregor hissed, “I will cut out your tongue for your venomous disrespect.”
“Your threats are as old guard as your rhetoric. Move with the times, Gregor.”
Cornelius grinned and clapped Warlow on the back.
“This ends tonight.”
“The only way it ends, hybrid filth, is with you and your kind wiped from the face of the earth. You were never supposed to exist. The balance needs to be restored. And I will see to it.”
“You know nothing of the balance,” Cornelius told him. “You possess the twisted comprehension of a madman and nothing more.” His eyes raged with his silver power. “And it will be your downfall,heathen.”
With a bellow of indignation, Gregor signaled behind him at his army, “Take him!”
Cornelius stepped in front of Warlow, then swept his silver power up and out, creating a massive shimmering barrier.
In the next second, two dozenPuritasmembers thrust their magic at him directly—gold and white magic, the forms that their usage of borrowed Celestial power were taking.
“Cornelius!” Cassius called out, in rare panic, sensing something was off. “It’s True Celestial power, not just Immortal—too potent!”
Oh my God!
Warlow moved with his wolf speed, but Cornelius shoved him back, sending him stumbling into the army twenty feet from where they’d been standing.
And then the power hit.
It slammed into him, all channeling into one stream.
Cornelius cried out.
His shield fell instantly.
And then I heard myself, Nyx, and so many of the volunteers screaming as a hole tore right through his gut, out to the other side, and he dropped to his knees.
“Cor!” Warlow screamed, skidding to his knees beside him.
“Remember… the … plan,” Cornelius eked out.
The plan had been that we needed to provoke the enemy into using the Celestial power infused with black magic, so we could access the energy signatures of each.
