The God & The Shadow

Chapter 8

VERONICA

I woke up to the sound of fire crackling through the room. I laid on a bed that was not mine, causing me to sit up and conjure a dagger with my powers to my hand.

I threw the dagger at the figure standing by the fireplace, only for it to turn and grab the dagger by its blade, inches before it embedded on to the center of his face. Blood trickled down his hand as he continued holding it.

Lore looked at it, silently examining the dagger.

I soon realized that he was not just looking at it, but he was changing it. The blade started to turn into solid material with a dark material. The handle turned into black onyx with small golden serpents and thorns moving into place as they hardened on the handle, turning it into something corporeal.

It looked like his throne, only with golden elements instead of silver.

He dropped the dagger on the ground, making a solid sound as it made contact with the floor.

He conjured up a towel, then wiped his hand off from the blood.

I held the stare we had been holding since he caught the dagger. He looked bored, tired even.

Then suddenly, he was in front of me. He held my stare for a few more seconds before choking me, forcing my back to lay on the bed.

I tried prying his hand off of my neck with both of my hands, but he wouldn't budge. It was a hold he once had on me, but he wasn't playing anymore.

"You stupid girl. What the hell were you doing?" He said, never breaking eye contact.

I closed my eyes for a moment, refusing to even look at him.

"Open your eyes and look at me. You'll be in much more pain if you choose to be stubborn now."

I opened my eyes and he started to loosen his grip as my eyes began to water. I held his stare, refusing to let the tears rimming my eyes to drop. An asshole like him won't make me cry. I won't allow it.

"Good girl." He said before removing his hand from my neck. I sat up and gasped for air immediately as he walked back to the fireplace.

While doing so, I took in the bedroom I was in. It was bigger than the one I had, with furniture that were designed with old designs, but looked new and untouched.

He turned back to me, waiting for me to return his stare, but I didn't. I instead looked at the bed sheets in front of me. I was in a bed that looked and even smelled new.

"Look at me." He whispered, loud enough for me to hear.

I refused to listen to him. He can kill me for all I care.

"Look at me, and I'll tell you what you are."

Now that got my attention.

I immediately looked at him, my face turning into something that probably looked hungry for answers.

"So, it is true; you don't know your other half. Well, I don't either. Don't be too naive, Elvira."