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Just a few seconds more. I gritted my teeth as pain started to sink into my body, spreading like wildfire.
I pushed and pushed, clenching my jaw and tightening my limbs. I ignored the pain, I’d deal with that later.
“Come on,” I shouted. “Just a bit more!”
Until finally, I pulled that spark right out of him. The metal plate that sat on his chest exploded outward and there was a look of shock in his wide eyes. He fell to his knees, his metal joints creaking and shrieking as he toppled over.
I did it! I actually did… whoa. A wave of dizziness had my body trembling and my feet suddenly felt unsteady on the ground.
I fumbled to try and hold something to steady myself but there was nothing around me. Just miles of darkness.
The runes on my scythe flickered before blinking out. Then the whole scythe vanished.
That wasn’t good.
My knees buckled just as the hatch above me opened again. A bright light came from somewhere in front of me and I assumed my killing the beast had released the locks.
But I couldn’t get my limbs to work. I felt so sleepy.
I fell to the ground, all my energy seeping from my body. And as I drifted off into unconsciousness I heard a deep rumble call to me from the shadows.
Soon, my love. Soon.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Roux
Icametowitha jolt. The brightest light assaulted my eyes as I opened them and I screwed them tight again. Jeez, that was bright. I tried again, but slower to let my eyes adjust.
I was on a sofa in a fancy office overlooking the dance floor below. The wall in front of me was made up of square glass panels put together like a mosaic. I sat up, watching the people moving and swaying together. They moved with such freedom, with such abandonment that it was actually quite enticing to watch.
“It’s fascinating, isn’t it?” a voice rasped behind me. It was slow and measured and sounded like there was a wisdom beyond anything I could ever comprehend contained in each syllable. So, when I looked behind me and saw a young man stood with a glass of red wine, I was surprised. He didn’t look older than twenty-five, with sandy blonde hair brushed back from his forehead apart from one lock that fell forward, making him look more boyish.
“Prometheus?”
“Hello, Roux. I’ve been dying to meet you.” He laughed and it was as dark and rich as the wine in his glass.
“I hear you die a little bit every day.”
He took a sip of wine, the liquid staining his plump lips for a moment before his tongue darted out to swipe the lingering drops. It was a very sensual movement and had my eyes lingering on his mouth for far too long.
“Yes. That’s my punishment,” he said with a slow nod. “But you received a punishment that was much worse than mine.”
“What?”
He sat next to me on the sofa and placed his glass on a side table. He then cupped my face with his warm, calloused hands and stared deeply into my eyes. I don’t know why I let him but something about him made me feel calm.
His eyes were like liquid silver, mercurial and ever shifting, and as I gazed into them I got lost in their depths. It was like staring into the maw of a void. A vastness that held me captive.
Until he blinked and reality snapped back into place.
“What did you just do?” I asked, as he reclined back into the sofa.
“Searched for some answers.” He smiled softly and I couldn’t decide what this guy was about. He was gorgeous, all Gods were, but I couldn’t get a grip on his intentions.
“Did you find them?”
He shook his head and tapped the end of his finger on the centre of my forehead. “There’s something blocking me.”
