The Light Within Her - Book Nine

Ch. 28- Vengeance Over Love

"There exists a tipping point between gods and monsters."

–Erebus–

Lianna's fingers circled around my heart as it beat rapidly against my chest. Her head rested on my shoulder, her silky chocolate brown hair flowing across it. Her being in my arms was nothing short of paradise and I wanted more–wanted her more than any kind of vengeance in my soul. Every day I spent with Lianna made me forget my plans to overthrow Moros. She was a part of that from the start. Making her my wife and a Goddess was a move against my brother because of how much he protected this godforsaken world. But this one–she lived in it. She loves it deeply. Therefore, it was getting difficult to curse it with my shadows for all eternity if she cared about it so much. "Are you sure you aren't hurt?" she asked quietly, her voice sleepy.

She laid naked in my arms with only a sheet that separates us–but she was not cold. Lianna was always warm, always surprising me. At this moment, she was doing both. How is she worried about me? I'm the bastard God whom no one cared about for thousands of years. Yet Lianna had so much kindness in her heart for me? Had murdered the huntress without hesitation. It did not make sense. "I am perfectly okay, darling." I whispered. Thanks to her, I am alive right now. Her sunlight sang sweet nothings to my shadows every so often and it made me want to pull her closer–to dive deep into those promises until both of us were sweaty and breathless. Lianna heard it, too. Her and I shared a connection unlike any other, as though we were burning together and we tried desperately to cool ourselves down. Though, it never worked.

Her eyes drooped down and I watched her–admiring her beauty. Her stubbornness. Her light within her. It was intoxicating. One touch from her and I was down on my knees for her. And she was all mine. By a few minutes, Lianna was fast asleep and snoring softly and it made me want to stay a little while longer. Though, not tonight I couldn't. I had to meet with someone.

I kissed her forehead gently and slipped out of her arms. As I left quickly, she murmured something in her sleep. Something that made me turn around and stare at her intently. Lianna whispered, "I love you, bastard God." Her words were honest–even while asleep. At first, she called me that as an insult. As a way to make me weak. Now, she says it as endearment in her own twisted way. I loved every minute of it. And I love her. My lips curled into a grin, making my cock twitch at the thought of her. Not now. I shook my head–trying to erase the dirty thoughts going through my mind. It was no use, Lianna was every thought I had. Always.

I quickly dressed and headed out of our bedroom as quiet as I could be–then making sure no one was snooping in the hallway like a Vampire I didn't particularly like. It was clear. I called upon my shadows and within seconds, they curled around me as they carried me to Makaria. My brother's world. His cage. As much as I hated sneaking out to visit–Soari would insist she see them. Talk to them. Moros would only tell her lies about me and I could not let her get in between our wars.As I was now standing in the doorway to their cell, I took a steady breath. It was similar to mine but I barreled on–taking step after step toward my tormenter and his little mate. My older brother, Moros. The God of Death.

I stood in front of him, my eyes gazing down at him for the first time. His gray irises darkened with rage as he realized I was here–making me curl my lips into a cocky grin. I could not help it–it was satisfying to see him so feral. So weak. His shirt was filled with blood and dirt, most of it ripped by my shadows. He tries to fight them off every single day, to keep them away from Verena. But he always failed. She sat in the corner, quiet but her scarlet eyes were fierce. Unmoving. My focus turned toward Moros again, as his knuckles slammed into the bars separating us while he snarled at me. "Erebus, I will fucking kill you." Moros threatened.