Lycan Soulmates #2: LYCAN DYSTOPIA: LLYRIAN [18+]

Chapter 12

Lyrian and Orphis allow one concession, they let Rose and I dress in our Queenly garb.

Dressed in jewellery and long dresses. Rose is in black lace with gold jewellery, while I wear the light lace colour and silver jewellery. I have a three pronged crown, so does she.

I actually do feel better like this.

Our Dual Lycans bring us down into hell, and as embers fall around us, we face our beasts as their queens.

"Use your minds at your will to fight," Lyrian advises us, quite friendly in setting down the rules, "...but minds only... any questions, bitches?"

"Is this really hell?" I ask.

"No, Helena, it's just our imagined hell," Orphis growls out, smiling.

"If we're all asleep, how do we wake up?" Rose asks now.

Lyrian just picks at his teeth with his claws and says nothing.

"They don't want us to have an advantage," I whisper to Rose.

"Clearly not," Rose holds out a hand and thinks really hard.

We all watch as a cupcake appears in her hand.

She inhales deeply and throws it over her shoulder. Practice over.

Lyrian looks slightly surprised Rose did it so quickly, "Nice control, slut... are you ready?" he sounds far too calm for this to be an easy or fair fight, but hell, we'd give it our best shot.

They might have imagined this whole world, controlling it with their dominant demonic souls... but I knew I could levitate and break glass, and Rose could at least, imagine a cupcake.

I reach out my hand to Rose, and she immediately takes my hand.

Orphis shares a cutesy look with Lyrian.

So, they're really going to underestimate us.

These giant demonic beasts thought this was going to be easy. Some might say that was fair enough. But I had hope.

Rose nods at me, signalling that she's ready too.

I face Lyrian and Orphis and I tell them, "We're ready to figghhhhtttt–" distortion – even to my own sound.

My voice wobbled, was pushed down, becoming a physical thing that melts into the landscape to my right, as does the landscape of hell starts to slide away.

Rose and I watch as time immediately slows, the ground bleeds down into a spiral and our feet float off nothing, as the Lycan Kings, whether one or both of them, melt our surroundings.

The embers become red lines, like a drawing – and before Rose and I can even begin to think of a counter move, a void opens up below us – it emanates death and feels like the end of the world.

With a spike in my terror, we start to get sucked toward it slowly. Moving faster as it gets closer.

"No, bitch! Fight it, Helena!" Rose suddenly screams at me, slapping me across the face, she hauls me back and we go flying in the other direction, as if her rebellious scream flung us into a safe buffer zone temporarily.

We both tumble and roll into a new part of hell.

Now we are back around black trees and flying embers, red sky and a red static moon.

We're in an opening with dry leaves, surrounded by the creepy treeline.

As I get to my feet, Rose also struggles to stand back up.