Fate of the Blessed

Chapter 11

Aeron

I stared at an unconscious Amara lying on my bed as I sat in a large, lavish chair, my feet lazily propped up on a small footstool. She had been out for a couple of hours now and my patience for her to wake up was wearing thin. I rubbed my hands in frustration before running my fingers through my hair.

I gazed upon her features as she slept. Although people wouldn't call her "super model" beautiful, she still held an enchantment to her that wouldn't allow my eyes to part from her unmoving frame. Her hair like ember framed her face, her heavy fringe sitting just above her eyebrows. Her small, dainty nose with plump lips was perfect in my eyes.

She looked so serene that I almost felt bad for what I had to do next. Her split lip shattered that illusion. I was livid when I had saw what Nemesis had done to her; it was an unnecessary force, but it would be unwise to challenge her, as her loathing for men was legendary. I'd sooner wake up with a knife in my chest if I had punished her. The fates could deal with her instead. She would receive her karma one day.

Sending Nemesis in was a risk I had to take, giving the fact that once the power in Amara's orb had been harnessed, the gate would open and the Overworld would know the wrath of the Gods, it was what my mistress wanted. I still didn't fully understand what made her orb so different to everyone else's, but what I knew was the power that radiated from it was immense. The intense rush that ran through my body when I had touched it had almost floored me.

I closed my eyes, savouring the warm feeling it had given me. It was just a sample of the possibilities that were held within it. However, the plan could not be put into motion until the moment was right.

"Oh, the fun I'm going to have with you in the meantime." I said to her sleeping form. 

I continued to watch her when Phobos entered the room. I held no desire to speak to anyone. Especially idiots like him.  

"My liege..." Phobos said, bowing as he did so. I raised my eyebrows in question, but said nothing. 

Phobos cleared his throat and continued anyway, "I'm here to prepare for your next orders, sire."

I didn't stir but waved my hand in dismissal. I was in no mood to deal with Phobos. My last nerve was wearing thin with the pair of them. The sooner I could get rid of them, the better.

"I will tell you, Phobos, when I need you. Do not come back into my chambers unless I bid you too." Phobos glared but bowed again and took his leave. I told him to stop.

"If you do so again, I will flay your skin and nail it to my door." Phobos stalked from the room, humiliated.

I shook my head and rose from where I was sitting. My eyes settled on the pale green orb in the middle of the room. It pulsed with power. It had caused me a substantial amount of energy to trap all the souls in one place. Some had escaped my grasp, but they were unimportant. The one I needed was right in front of me. It filled my heart with joy at the fact we were so close to our goal so I could contain my emotions.

What was it about this girl and her orb?

There was something more, something special that emanated from the girl herself. I paced up and down my room; I was becoming fidgety with impatience. She wasn't waking up; it was irritating me. She hadn't even stirred when I had gotten my handmaidens to wash and dress her; she was filthy. How much sleep powder did Deimos give her?

Behind me, I heard a soft moan as I turned on my heel. Her eyes fluttered. She was waking up. My mouth turned upwards into a callous smirk.

Now the fun can begin.