Holt Wraith | Minotaur x Reader

10: Fate Worse Than Death

"Caligo, you must go!" you cry, turning around and pushing against the beast's burley chest.

He lets out a low hum while huffing, and he quickly sets you down onto the grass. When he straightens up, you take in a deep breath, nod at him, then spin around on your heel and head towards Father Cormac, hoping to distract or reason with the hoard before they can get to your friend.

But before to can make it to the older male, a hand grabs your wrist and pulls you, and starts dragging you around the Brothers and out of the forest. Your eyes widen and you start tugging at your arm, and you scan the person in front of you, immediately recognizing Mother Saoirse's braided belt.

Her grip on your wrist tightens as she strides faster, and you wince in slight pain. "Foolish," you hear her growl under her breath as she drags you out of the forest and up the hill.

You blink in surprise, and your brows curl up, like her words stabbed you in the heart. You're sure she saw you with...him, and she does not approve of your relationship, for obvious reasons.

She shakes her head, keeping her gaze forward while she strides towards the cathedral. "The foolish prefer to stumble blindly through lies, but the witty are able to light the way with the truth."

She drones on about foolishness, and you feel your annoyance rising with every aggravating passage she quotes from Moonchild Gloria's Scrolls. You go from curling your brows to furrowing them, and from having teary eyes to fiery ones.

You plant your feet at the door of the cathedral, then you yank your hand out of her grasp. When she spins around on her heel to stare at you with wide, shocked eyes, you give her a dark glare back.

"I may be a fool, but I am far from blind," you spit back with venom lacing your once kind voice. Hostility is all that comes through, and the once graceful tone is now broken from anger.

Saoirse's eyebrows knit, and she takes a step towards you in a challenging manner. "Oh, so you know the truth, yet choose to deny it, and say that you are not living in a lie?" she inquires with a quirk of her brow.

You let out a forceful breath while burrowing your nails into your palms. "You are the one stumbling, Saoirse."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and you bite your tongue, surprised by your own words. It is forbidden to  address the Mother and Father by only their first names, yet you did it in a heartbeat.

Her blue eyes darken as her eyes turn to slits. She grabs your shoulders and digs her nails into your clothing and pinches your skin.

"Never," she hisses, "ever address your superior in such a degrading manner. Has The Guild taught you nothing?"

You flinch at her sharp tone and the feeling of her nails burrowing into your skin, but you keep your ground, not daring to back down. It's official, you're angry.

You're angry with Saoirse, and with Cormac, and the Sisters, and Brothers. You're angry with all of them.

Saoirse senses your irritation. With an annoyed huff, she she shoves you and spins you around, facing you towards the edge of the hill.

You feel her lean closer, with her face next to your ear. "This is what happens when you disobey."

You watch as a large, black figure emerges from the bottom of the hill, with the tip of the horns coming into view first. Your eyes widen as Caligo comes into view tied in ropes, being dragged by Father Cormac and an abundance of Brothers.