Shadows from the Past - Book 2 of To Be Claimed By Her

Chapter 25

Victor

I stared between them in utter confusion. "What the fuck does that even mean?"

Gaia placed her open palm on my chest and I felt something twist. "That means you are no longer just a charge, you are an equal. Go and find your answers, child of the Void." I tried to ask a question from the eternally cryptic woman but found myself screaming in pain as some sort of vine sprouted from where her hand had been. I felt as if I were being ripped into a thousand shards and darkness took over.

My body had continued to be ripped, bruised, destroyed, and reformed for what seemed centuries as the Void swallowed me completely. My screams became nothing but taunting echoes bouncing within the corners of my mind. How was any of this going to help save the others, to save my Jewel?

Because you are no longer Victor, you are more, a cold, hollow voice answered my thoughts.

Who are you?

I am the Void and you are now my child, the voice replied.

What does that even mean? If I'm not Victor, then who am I?

Your path has changed, dragon, along with that of your family. Several of your family will forever be altered, more than they were.

Okay, this voice was really starting to piss me off. Can you knock off all the fucking cryptic shit and just answer me! What the fuck is going on and where am I? I need to find a way to save Jewel and hanging out in darkness, hurting like a motherfucker sure as fuck isn't helping her, I roared.

The bodiless voice laughed, making my soul shiver. Charge of Typhon, I am the Void, father of Titans, and I claim you as my own. Your acceptance is neither required nor requested for my will is absolute. As my child you will not just wield the power of a god, you will become one. You will take your place within the pantheon and reclaim the family that has been stolen from you. For now, you need to train and complete your transformation. I promise you two things...you will rescue her, but before then, you will endure pain the likes you have never known. I started to ask a question, but he cut me off. We begin now.

Just as when I had first been claimed, my body erupted into flames and once again my own screams filled my mind as my body began to evolve.

Loki

I have no idea how long we had been in this interdimensional prison, moving constantly. Gabriel had become withdrawn and sullen, the fight in him slowly fading as hopelessness settled in. I admit that even I saw no way out of this trap. I blamed myself for our downfall. My own arrogance had placed us in harms way.

"Loki, what the fuck is that?" Gabriel said, grabbing my arm. I looked up to see a glowing red light before us.

"I don't know," I sputtered as I watched the light spread. Suddenly, it felt as if we were engulfed in cold flames, causing us both to cry out in pain.

"Be still," a deep voice said. "Do not fear the fire. Let it take you to where you will find your loves. Now sleep."

The last thing I remember was reaching out to feel Gabriel's fingers interlace with my own, then darkness.

Eveleen

I shot up in my bed. Deimos was nowhere to be seen. I rubbed my chest, feeling a pull, and suddenly found myself in an exotic-looking glade. The air was heavily perfumed with unfamiliar scents. Come to me, my little human - I heard Owen's demonic voice in my head and followed instinctually. The canopy became dense, the light dimmed and the sound of rushing water came to my ears. I gasped when my eyes fell on his form. He stood at full height holding his hand out to me. I could see every detail of his body - his completely naked body - in the faint light. His eyes smoldered as he let out a low growl.

I placed my small hand in his, feeling the heat of his touch. He gently closed his claws around my hand, then led me into the dark waters that swirled in the river. I was surprised to feel the warmth when the murky water met my skin. Owen pulled me against him, his teeth grazing along my neck, then spoke quietly against my ear, "I have missed you, little human. How is that? What power do you possess that can influence me so?" His thumb pressed between my lips, silencing me when I tried to reply. "Shhh, no matter, my little human. After today, it won't matter."

My eyes flew up to meet his, as I tried to ask my question silently. He smirked then sank his fangs deep into my neck, making me scream loudly. In vain I tried to pull away as his strong arms crushed me tighter against his body. With a single claw, he sliced his own neck, then pressed my mouth to the wound just as Deimos had done many times before. I tried not to drink, but when his blood touched my tongue I found myself drinking from him greedily. It felt like fire burning as it coursed through my body. Instinctively my legs wrapped around his body, and in a fluid motion, he thrust his engorged length deep inside of me. I moaned against his neck as we continued to drink from one another.

I have no idea how long we remained like that, but eventually, I felt the flood of his cum filling me as I reached my own orgasm as well. We released each other's necks, but he held me firmly. "You are mine human. My blood and venom now course through your body as yours does through me," he growled, then slid his claw between my legs. Pressing inside my folds, I felt a sharp pain as he slashed my skin and blood flowed from me. When he lifted his claw, he placed it under my chin and forced my gaze onto his. "I claim you as my mate. Do you accept my claim?"

For a moment I thought I could see my Owen in those eyes. "Yes," I whimpered, "I accept your claim and accept you as my mate."

He chuckled, "Good girl," then crashed his lips against mine and began thrusting deep inside me again. The pain was excruciating as he slid over the open wound repeatedly, building friction as my blood flowed freely. I began to feel light-headed, leaning against his chest, clinging to him desperately. "Cum for your master, for you mate," he growled as my body began to spasm. I felt like I was shattering into a million pieces as he filled me again with long, hot bursts of cum.

My vision swam as I saw a swirl of black mist form at the edge of the waters. "I ask you to bind our souls, Goddess," Owen gruffed at a shadowed figure.

The figure gave a soft laugh, "You are already bound, my servant. You have just lost your way, but I'll gladly remind you." The figure stepped forward and placed a pale hand on both our foreheads, sending a jolt of magic coursing through us. "Remember," the voice said.

I cried out in a weak voice, "Owen, please."

His whole body went rigid, his claws digging into my skin. I felt his chest begin to rise rapidly as he turned his eyes to me. He gasped, "Eveleen."

Author's Notes: The light is beginning to return, my lovelies.