Page 45 of Wings of The Wraith
Chapter 9
Dante
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The last time I feltpain like that was when the wraith demon possessed me.
It was the type of pain that I couldn’t express or describe.
A person would have to go through it themselves to really know what I was talking about.
Fucking Elvin queen.
I knew it would only be a matter of time before she reared her head.
I hoped she wouldn’t but in the back of my mind I expected something like this.
I’d never met her before and I never wanted to. She was one being I hoped to never cross paths with.
The bitch had both Alyssa and I secured by vines on either side of her lair.
Alyssa was in a glass case strapped against the wall to her left and I was to the right. Vines wrapped around Alyssa, but something different was on me.
Straps of gold from the mythical golden fleece.
It was the only thing strong enough to trap and hold an angel.
The queen sat on her throne, eyes fixed on me as I glowered at her.
I’d already thrown every single curse at her under the moon and sun. And I’d filled in the blanks on why we were here.
But she didn’t want to listen.
She didn’t want to listen and now we were here wasting time.
I continued my gaze on her, partially not wanting to look at Alyssa because it was difficult to see her so terrified and not be able to help.
There was also another reason why I couldn’t look her in the eye. It was because I figured out everything.
What used to be riddles were no longer riddles.
For me. I was the only person in the whole scenario that hadn’t jumped on board the save the world train because I wanted to save the world.
I jumped on this mission, because I had a personal stake in it. Save the girl and find Kolai.
Find Kolai, and save myself.
I never realized that path to being pure of heart was falling for her. There were only a few things in this world that could make you pure of heart. Love was always the route to it.
Love made you care, love made you sacrifice, love made you do good.
It also made you do whatever you could for the person you loved.
Even as I thought about it, I knew it was crazy. I was crazy, but I knew truth when I saw it, even when I didn’t want to accept it. Non-acceptance didn’t make it any less true.
That spark of wild attraction I’d felt when I first saw her wasn’t just attraction. It was love.
In all the hundreds of years I’d lived. All the eras I’d seen, I’d never felt love. Not like this, and not for a woman I’d known for less than a handful of days.
