Inferno's legacy (On Hold)

Chapter 34

"What are you doing here?"

Adeline turned around to face Sheila.

"She's here, isn't she?"

"I believe that's none of your business." Sheila said.

"It very much is my business Sheila. I'm not here to cause trouble."

Sheila scoffed. "Of course, you're here to see how much trouble you've already caused."

"I know we didn't start off on the right foot."

"No, Adeline, we started on the right foot. You just couldn't differ what was wrong from right. You betrayed us all."

"I accept I had betrayed you. But it had to be done."

"You're still going around with that sick mentality? Unbelievable. Have you ever thought of the lives your greed ruined? Or did you simply forget?" Sheila said, her tone cold.

"Let's not forget, Sheila, I played a big role in everything." Adeline said.

"Right. By ripping out Yennefer's heart. But you only did that for the power you stood to gain and you kept possession of it and when your powers were waning off, you placed it in another body."

"Don't act like what I did wasn't in your favor. We both know you never wanted Damion to break his curse. Sheila, you have no right to be pointing fingers because you did the most unbelievable things!" Adeline said.

"I did what I had to to keep the balance. With a fire magic dispelling, the same had to happen to water magic. They balance each other."

Adeline chuckled lowly as she shook her head. "You did everything you could to make sure Damion didn't break his curse. Now, you're taking his only hope away."

"No. Things only happened that way because it had to. I didn't have a hand in Yennefer's death nor did I try anything outrageous to keep him in shackles. And I'm not taking his hope away. He simply doesn't know how to appreciate what fell so easily on his laps."

"You must understand, I mean no harm coming here. I simply want to help. Right some of my wrongs. I just want to help her reach her full potential."

Sheila turned her back to her. "I don't think she'll be thrilled to see you."

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"Humans have come to believe what they think they know because of the stories, and in those stories, you were never crafted out to be a hero."

Damion didn't have to turn to know Sheila was behind him. The woman showed him like she owned the place and never knew she was always unwelcomed.

"Stories which you told, Sheila. You made it your life mission to paint me the villian." He said.

"But are you not?" She asked, coming to stand beside him. "It doesn't matter. They'll never accept you."

"I don't look forward to being a hero to a bunch of fools, if you may know."

Sheila chuckled. "Of course, you don't. The Damion I know never cares about others opinions and thoughts." She turned to face him. "Eretria knows about the curse. Are you still confident she'll break it? And she came to me, you should know, your chances of lifting your curse is next to zero. I won't let it happen."

"Did you come here to brag?"

"In as much as I'd love to, now is not the time. But it's unfortunate, you might not live long enough to hear me brag about the things I accomplish through the girl."

Damion turned to her, with a smile, he bent, bringing his face close to hers. "You should worry more on the mages bent on setting the world ablaze and less on what I plan to do."

Damion wasn't a man who smiled much, and when he did, it wasn't for the good reasons.

Sheila stared at him as though she was looking at the devil's spawn.

"You will do nothing to hurt anymore lives." She said through clenched teeth.

"Oh, but I have already. Isn't that what the stories say? What makes you think I can't do it again?"

Sheila took a step backwards. "Because you're weaker, Damion."

"True. But you forget, I always already weak before the war started." He chuckled at the look on her face. "For someone who writes history, you sure forget the details of the things you twisted." He stepped closer to her. "Remember this Sheila. My curse isn't the reason I've been holding myself back. She is. And I am still a water god, curse or not." He smirked. "Now that you have her, you should prepare her more for her fate. Fate is always a cruel thing." He patted her shoulder before walking past her, in the direction of the cave up ahead.

"You're still the monster you were all those years ago." Sheila said, turning to him but he hadn't stopped walking. "And this will be the end of you, Damion, I promise."

When he glanced over his shoulder, she was no longer there. A shadow crossed his face as he walked to the entrance of the cave, stopping in his tracks.

He ran a hand through his hair. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he summoned his sword.

He was still a water god, with or without his curse.

The cave was dark but he navigated his way through the darkness, the layout of the cave an image imprinted in his mind.

He walked to a spot, faraway from the tomb that stood in the middle. Using his fingers, he traced the outline on the wall until he got to a particular spot, he stopped. He could feel the pulsing power from this spot, the lingering feeling of something cold to his touch. He retracted his hand.

When Rio found Damion hours later, he was seated on the floor, his back against the wall with eyes closed.

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