Page 8 of Darkening Truth
With that haunting last statement, she disappears.
“Great,” Kill mutters sarcastically.
Still looking troubled, Hades says, “Come on, let’s get back to the castle.”
I watch as he simply clicks his fingers, and we find ourselves in one of his comfier and less formal sitting rooms. We all collapse onto the various comfysofas scattered around the room, Loki ends up on one side of me, and Zev on the other.
Loki must see me narrowing my eyes at Hades because he chuckles and says, “Don’t worry, he couldn’t just click his fingers and zap us anywhere before.”
He moves me so that I’m under his arm, my head resting on his chest, and I breathe out a sigh of relief as my body relaxes. My hand reaches out for Zev, and he threads his fingers through mine, squeezing them gently. It feels strange to hold someone’s hand with my missing finger, but I’m not going to hide it or allow myself to be ashamed of it. I’m going to own it.
It’s proof that I survived something horrific.
It takes Hades a moment to realise what Loki is talking about, but when he does, he smiles broadly. “I can also transport people almost anywhere from the God Realm, which Monty warned us that I couldn’t do from the Underworld. I just wanted to clear that up before anyone asked me about it.”
I smirk.
Kill frowns, “It sounds to me like this God is trying to create an army big enough to take over all of the realms, and in order to do that, he needs a truly epic-sized army. The Underworld has the most souls of all of the realms. If I were him and had the same ideals that he clearly has, then I would want to take control of the Underworld, so that I could utilise the souls there in my war. I would also want to make sure that I had the right people in charge to help lead them, which is probably why he had everyone forget about a Crem and Remeus. So that they can lead the armies.”
“I agree, that’s the most likely reason, we know that,” Rival says with a slight frown, “But how is he planning on utilising them? They’re souls, they can’t leave the Underworld.”
Storm’s eyes widen, “The Wraiths. That Wraith that I fought against was coherent. If this God could get all of the Wraiths behaving that way, then he would be able to control an army of Wraiths.”
Zev tenses, “When we were going through the door into the Underworld and we fought off the Wraiths, Hades said that the Wraith had the mark of one of the prince’s on his neck.”
“Fuck,” Hades agrees simply.
“So he’s not after the Underworld then, he’s after the Soul Side,” I point out. Which seems fairly obvious, but I just want to say it out loud.
“It's not going to be easy to stop him,” Rival says. “I highly doubt that he’s going to just give up if we get the last key.”
“You’re right,” Khaos frowns. “Which brings up another issue. Where are we going to put the key fragments in order to keep them safe and stop him from getting them again?”
“Hades' vault,” I say immediately. “The princes couldn’t get in there. I’m not even sure that they knew where it was. It’s got Hades’ beast guarding it, and it’s got thousands of strong and ancient spells on it as well. No one will be able to get through them.”
“You did,” Khaos points out with a proud glint in his eyes.
“Farren is a Spell Weaver,” Hades replies. “A true one. She can pick the spells apart as well as layer them.”
Khaos’ eyes widen. “I can’t remember the last time that I came across a true Spell Weaver, not just one who had adopted the name but had none of the real talent that true Spell Weavers possess.”
“Before I forget, because there is so much going on that I’m likely to. Apparently, now I remember the spells that I pull apart,” I tell them.
“What do you mean?” Mayhem asks curiously.
I frown slightly as I try to think of the best way to explain it, “So I had to pull apart the spells containing my magic in order to escape. There wasabsolutely no way that I would have been able to escape without it. Khaos helped me, and if he hadn’t, then I would be dead.” The way that H helped me when I had to pull the spells apart seems like something that is just for us. So, despite the curiosity in the eyes of the others, I don’t explain any further and instead, carry on explaining my original point, “The door of the cell that I was in was also layered with thousands of spells, meant to make escape impossible and to attack me viciously if I even attempted to touch the bars.”
Growls echo throughout the room.
“The same ones that they had on your magic?” Khaos asks me.
I shake my head, “No, the ones that they had on my magic were a thousand times worse. What I was saying was that when it came to undoing the spells on my door, my magic sliced through them like it was nothing. Then, when I found Dagon, I was able to layer the door with the spells that were on the cell.” When they all look at me curiously, I add, “I didn’t want Dagon to try to escape while I tortured him for taking my finger.” My smile is dark and deadly, “I took everything that stuck out on him and then carried on slicing.”
“That is so fucking hot,” Khaos grins. His eyes meet mine, “Not many people can match me when it comes to being bloodthirsty.”
I grin, “I’m not most people.”
“You definitely aren’t,” Zev agrees. He smirks, “You’re a bit scary, but it’s definitely hot.”
