Page 2 of Wings of The Wraith
It was only a matter of time. Didn’t matter how long.
It would happen though...just like the Order said.The seers at the Order were never wrong.
My wings were black at the tips now.
Soon all my feathers would darken, not just in color but in essence too.
And I would becomea wraith.
The half demon, half angel soulless creatures that drifted between realms causing destruction.
I didn’t know how long I had. It could be as much as a hundred years, could be less. But it would happen.
That was why I’d been cast aside like shit.
I didn’t live in Dominus like the other sentinels.
All my years of good, of hard work, and that was what I got.
“Of course, it doesn’t scare me. I just wished you’d give some warning. Maybe ring a bell. Something along those lines.” He huffed and shook his head.
“She liked my wings.” I retracted them and smiled. “And other parts of me too.”
“Sinful bastard, you give us a bad name.”
“Oh please, like you’re some saint. We take the diamonds to the mages tonight. Then leave for Uzbekistan in two days. Ralph said he saw the Dragt demon among the vampire clan there. We’ll need those weapons if we’re gonna go up against a demon of that strength and level.”
“And, how much is the order paying us?” Zeek narrowed his gaze at me, knowing the bullshit answer I was about to hit him with.
“A teleportation stone.”
“So, the payment is just for you?”
“And a hundred thousand dollars. You guys can have that to split five ways.”
Zeek’s mouth dropped. “Seriously, what? How? Why? You don’t want the money. That could do some serious stuff in the human realm.”
I shook my head.
“No. I just want the stone.” That stone meant more to me than anyone could ever begin to imagine. Foolishly, I still believed in the damn prophecy that said if I could get to Kolai –the realm between the ethers – before it completely disappeared, I’d be able to save myself. Teleportation stones only worked there, because they were from there.
My plan was to get there and teleport to just before the wraith demon attacked me.
It was over two hundred years ago now. I got that prophecy from a seer ten years ago when I rescued a young witch. The reward was the prophecy. It sent me on a wild goose chase that saw me collecting items from every realm. The teleportation stone, which those bastards at the Order had, was the last thing. I’d collected five items so far.
A phoenix feather, tears from a mermaid, the soul of an empath, a Beleric dragon’s tooth, and the heart of a griffin.
The stone was the sixth and the final piece.
I didn’t plan to go back to being a sentinel, the grandiose warrior class of angels. No. That ship had sailed for me and I wanted no part in it.
What I wanted was to not fade into the darkness and become a wraith.
I would still continue to live in Picchus because it suited, and I would never abandon my men. They were friends who had stood by me always.
Neo rushed into the room, his features troubled.
“Dante, I need you out here now. There’s a guy who says he knows you.”
