Page 61 of Inheritance
My heart was racing erratically as I turned to face my other mates, swallowing nervously, “Apparently…I’ve been appointed the new Ruler of Hell? They want to give Luce’s powers to me.”
Simple, right? I felt like that was a very simple way of explaining the insanity and responsibility that had been placed on me.
Finias nearly jumped into the air in excitement, “Devil yes! He won’t be any more powerful than the rest of us now. Now, if need be, I can kill him for you, Ama.”
What a sweetheart.
Drayven smirked in agreement, “Or knock him on his ass. I feel like that is more deserved.” Someone was totally not over Finias’ ability to knock him unconscious.
Adrien grabbed my hand, drawing my attention, “I’m sure this feels really overwhelming, but Luce was right when he said we will all be here to help you navigate it.”
My heart warmed at his words, and my two Hellhounds came to stand at my side and rubbed my back soothingly. “There is no one more deserving of this position,” Damien stated quietly.
Jace nodded slowly, “You united the realm, Ama. It’s only right that you preside over it and keep the peace as we work towards a new way of life. You care for everyone equally—hybrid or pure-blood. No one else can say the same.” Doubt clouded my mind despite their kind and encouraging words.
Colt and Nico stepped into my line of sight as Adrien backed away.
“You aren’t alone in this, and you never will be,” Nico confirmed quietly.
“We won’t let you fail—something that is impossible for someone like you, anyway” Colt assured simply.
Damn, I could feel emotion clouding my brain…Was I seriously about to become the queen of Hell?
I turned back towards the Seraphim. “Wait, am I going to be immortal now? I can’t do that if my mates aren’t also. I refuse to grow old and watch them die.” I had already accepted that we had a massive future together, so hopefully they weren’t caught off guard by the question.
“You will all share immortality, as your souls are joined.”
Looking back towards all my men, I inhaled bravely before nodding, attempting to ignore the way my stomach knotted with nerves. I could totally do this, I was just becoming the queen of Hell… no big deal. Nope, not at all. Just another Tuesday afternoon, or whatever day it was.
When the Seraphim motioned me forward, Luce wrapped his arm around my waist letting out a dangerous noise. I looked up at him hoping to give him a reassuring look as he relaxed just a smidge and allowed me to step forward.
“If Ama gets hurt at all, I will kill you.” Finias’ voice was cold and unemotional, causing a bit of a chill to go up my spine as I noticed two of the Seraphim offering him cautious looks. It wasn’t surprising… I mean the man was threatening angelic beings. I had no doubt that if he wanted to kill them, he would find some way. He was a crafty assassin.
“Lucifer,” Zerachiel called his brother’s name and drew my attention, “it would be best of you to step up here as well, away from the mortal beings. During the transfer of power, it is likely you will radiate a good amount of power and we wouldn’t want to accidentally kill them.”
The smirk on his face at the end made me narrow my eyes on him. I couldn’t get a good read on them yet and didn’t fully trust them.
Luce nodded before taking my hand, his kiss to my temple soft and loving as the Seraphim surrounded us. I closed my eyes trying to battle down anxiety as a weird almost soothing energy wrapped around me completely like a warm hug. Silence filled the space and I almost opened my eyes, confused on what was going on, but before I could, the transfer began.
A surprised scream left my throat as what could only be described as a lightning bolt of energy hit me directly in the center of the chest. My frame seized as my ears began to ring and my knees broke, my hands gripping the stone underneath me as I curled my fingers around the broken debris.
My entire body felt electrified and every single nerve ending was on fire until I felt like everything from the center of my chest, spreading out, was bathed in molten gold. I felt like I was both cold and hot, hazy yet alert all at the same time, my throat producing a high whining noise as the power continued to build and build to a precipice I wasn’t sure I’d survive.
Then it detonated.
I let out a hoarse scream as the power that had been filling my body suddenly exploded out in a sonic wave allowing me to hear, see, and experienceeverything.I could hear the voices of those on the battlefield, helping the injured. I could see hybrids in the Kingdom of Impurus looking up towards the sky as red and black streaked the space in a light show of color. I could taste the berries that were growing in a small cave within the darklands. I could feel everything from the stone underneath my fingers to the cold water on the opposite end of the realm. The scent of fresh air mixed with blood from battle and I felt tears stream down my face realizing just how many we lost.
Not just in this war.
Images flashed through my mind of times before. When war was waged against one another, face after face making a mili-second appearance before disappearing to give way to an aerial view of the realm, its beauty undeniable. Despite the pain I felt, I could suddenly feel hope. So much damn hope as I stared at the realm that was now mine to mend and bring together for an era of peace.
When the power came back to me, I felt my back hit the ground, the ball of energy pulsing through the center of my chest as everything in my body shifted and adjusted to allow room for this now ever present part of me. It was my power, I could feel that, and it filled out every part of me until I felt almost euphorically high off of it. I let out a small groan as it finally settled, not only having accepted where it landed but seeming to enjoy it. I couldn’t imagine how I would have felt had my body tried to fight it off. That would have been a less than pleasurable experience, I had no doubt.
Silence filled the space and moments later, someone’s voice said, “She accepted the power, she is going to be tired for a few days, but she is perfectly fine.”
“She better be,” a voice grumbled.
Was that Colt?
