Morana knows she's different from other people in more ways than one. Firstly, she's sixty-seven years old but stopped ageing in her twenties. Weird things have also happened around her right after she's wished for it. But most importantly, no matte...
I slowly came down from the orgasm, felt my body tremble from the intensity of it. I tried to turn around to look at Alejo, when I felt him taking hold of my hips, stopping my movement.
"Huh, I wasn't expecting that," he said in a somewhat breathless voice but also one that made me sure he smiled. "But I quite like it."
He moved away from me a little and then ran his fingers over the small of my back. I shuddered as that light touch made another wave of pleasure travel through my body.
"Didn't expect what?" I asked. I tried to move to face him again, and that time he let me.
He did indeed smile. It was a wide one of pure joy and happiness. One that made me even more curious about what had caused it.
He sat up and I quickly followed. I seated myself next to him, with my legs over his lap. He placed one arm around me while the other rested on my knees.
"Quite a few magical creatures give their mate a mark when they are fully mated," he explained. "It's a way to show other beings that their mate is taken. Like a wedding ring, just that it's more like a tattoo on the body, I guess. Anyway, witches don't give mate marks, but seems like necromancers do."
My eyebrows went up as I just stared at him. "What?"
"You've got a mark on your lower back. I would assume I have one too." He moved my legs away and then turned around.
Sure enough, on his lower back sat a six-petal flower. It was black, but something about it made it look as if the color moved, shifted about, like a shadow.
I just stared at it and still hadn't found any words before Alejo turned back to face me.
"A black six-petal flower?" he asked. I nodded.
"That's a freaking tramp-stamp," I said when I finally found my voice.
Alejo laughed. "Do you know about chakras?" he asked when the laughter had stopped.
"Yeah... A little," I answered as I tried to remember the things I had read about them ages ago, while I had looked for answers about who I was.
"Do you know what chakra is connected to that part of the body?"
I frowned as I thought. "Isn't it the one blocked by fear?"
"Yes," he nodded. "Especially the fear of death. I would assume that's why a necromancer's mark is placed there."
I felt taken aback at first, but then it started to feel very right. Almost obvious and about much more than me being half-necromancer. As if nothing else would have made sense. Death had, after all, been what had brought us together in several ways. If I hadn't been run over by that truck and technically died, would we have even met? And Alejo dying had been what had caused us to know we were mates. Just the fact that our mate bond had been dead showed the importance death had for us.
The fear of death...
I had been afraid of it. Had been terrified of losing him. I had lost him, but here we still were. Of course, that wouldn't have been the case if it wasn't for magic. But I had lived through losing him. Had lived through my worst fear. What else was there to be afraid of? Not death at least.
But I knew I would use the fear of death to win our freedom.
"I need to go to the coven," I told him.
Alejo instantly shook his head. "Why would you do that? We barely got away alive. We didn't get away alive."
"I know. But if we don't deal with them somehow, they'll likely come after us again. I rather just confront them, get it over with. And I know what to do," I answered. The idea had come to me as I had talked to the Death Shadows. A way to make the coven think twice about ever bothering us again.
"I'm coming with," Alejo stated, but it was my turn to shake my head.
"You can't. I won't be able to do what I have planned if you're there." He opened his mouth to argue, but I continued. "I'm not saying that because I don't think you can handle it or something. And trust me, if I knew a way we could do it together, I'd prefer it. I don't want to leave your side, not even for this. But you can't be there for this plan to work."
"And what's this brilliant plan of yours?" he pouted with his arms crossed.
"Play on their fear of death."
Half an hour later, me and Alejo had showered together and gotten dressed. I had picked all black clothes, as that somewhat felt fitting for what I was about to do. It was plain pants and a comfortable top, nothing fancy, because I also knew it all could get very messy.
"You sure you'll be alright?" Alejo asked for the millionth time.
"I'm sure. Nothing can get to me."
He hugged me, almost suffocatingly hard.
"I really don't like this," he said.
"I know. Me neither."
He let go and I could see him fighting back the urge to hug me again. "Be quick, alright?"
I nodded. Then I looked around and felt somewhat uncertain of what to do next, as I had no idea of how to call them forth. "Ehm, Death Shadows?"
The light in the living room switched, it dimmed, and I could see them moving around in the room.
"What the hell," Alejo mumbled. He looked around the room, and I assumed he also noticed the change in the amount of light.
"Yes, Morana," the Shadows said in their strange voices.
"What was that sound?" Alejo asked next.
"You can hear them?"
"He can't," the Shadows answered my question. "Only an echo of us."
"It's like wind, or something," Alejo said.
"It's them," I told him before focusing all of my attention on the Death Shadows. "You brought me here from the coven, right?"
"Yes," they hissed in agreement.
"Can you then also bring me there?"
"Yes."
They moved closer to me. When they had taken me away from the coven, I had been far too emotional to pay any attention, but now I could. I felt them move closer, felt them pressing on me. It was as if they ate me up and everything went dark. Then light came again, and I stood in the coven's living room.
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