The hidden stones : soul of gods

The Bound and the Damned

Magnus leaned against the cold, stone wall of the ancient castle, watching as Luther paced the length of the room, his movements fluid and controlled, though barely concealing the storm that raged within him. For centuries, Magnus had known Luther, had fought beside him, and had seen the countless battles and challenges that would break lesser men. Yet, none of those trials had shaken Luther like this. His anger was a tangible force in the room, a silent, burning rage that Magnus knew all too well. This man is someone no one ever disrespect, even Alec his angel boyfriend, who has this gifted talent to make anyone's blood boil because of his sharp tongue somehow won over Luther and magnus know deep down they both do bicker a lot but alec really respect Luther a lot.

"Luther," Magnus began, his voice a calm murmur, like the first drops of rain before a tempest. "You need to calm down. I know you're angry, but you have to think this through."

Luther stopped, turning his dark eyes to Magnus. "Calm down?" His voice was low, almost a growl. "Magnus, you know what he said. You know what that little wolf did. No one-no one-has ever dared to speak to me like that and lived to tell the tale."

Magnus sighed, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. "I know, Luther. But this is different. Kayden... he's not just some random werewolf pup. He doesn't even know what's happening to him yet. He doesn't understand why he feels the way he does."

"Doesn't understand?" Luther echoed, his eyes narrowing. "He looked me in the eyes and spat his hatred at me. And for what? He doesn't know me. He doesn't even know who I am!"

Magnus stepped forward, placing a hand on Luther's shoulder. "It's the mate bond, Luther. He's too young to feel it fully, but it's there, pulling at him, confusing him. Until he's eighteen, he won't understand why he feels so drawn to you and so repelled at the same time. It's making him and his wolf restless."

Luther clenched his fists, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts. "But why me? Why is it me who's bound to this... child? Why he is showing that much hate to me ???"

Magnus's eyes softened. "Because it's in your blood, Luther and his also . You're a vampire, and he's a werewolf. Your species are meant to hate each other; it's as natural as breathing for you both. But this bond-this mate bond-it's the one thing that defies that nature. It's rare, but it happens. And when it does, it's powerful."

Luther turned away, staring out the window at the moonlit landscape beyond. He had lived for centuries, faced enemies that would terrify the bravest of men, but this-this was something he didn't know how to deal with. How was he supposed to approach Kayden, to explain something that the boy couldn't even begin to comprehend? He had two options: either he could tell Kayden everything or he could try to keep his distance until the boy was ready to understand.

For the first time in centuries, Luther felt a flicker of uncertainty. The thought of facing Kayden's anger, his confusion, and the primal hatred that was ingrained in his very being made Luther's own blood run cold. How could he explain something he barely understood himself? How could he calm the storm that was brewing between them?

As he pondered this, in Kayden's room, a different kind of storm was brewing.

Kayden sat on the edge of his bed, his hands trembling slightly as he stared at Ryan and Aaran. They had finally managed to calm him down, but the events of the past few hours still swirled in his mind like a hurricane. He had never felt such rage before, and it scared him. But what scared him even more was the realization that they were in the vampire land, no one knows how but they are somehow stuck here and no one knows how to go out of here. Vampire land - a place he had never heard about .

Ryan leaned back against the wall, his expression calm, though his eyes were filled with concern. "Kayden, you need to relax. We're safe here, for now."

Kayden shook his head, his voice barely above a whisper. "How can you say that, Ryan? We're in the vampire's territory. And that man-Luther-he... he makes me feel... I don't even know how to describe it."

Aaran, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "You've never been one to lose your temper easily, Kayden. So why did you react like that to him?"

Kayden looked down at his hands, his voice trembling. "I don't know, Aaran. I've never felt this way before. It's like... it's like I'm supposed to hate him, like it's in my very nature to want to destroy him. But at the same time... I don't understand why. It's like my instincts are at war with each other."

Ryan exchanged a glance with Aaran before turning back to Kayden. "Maybe... maybe it's because you're scared, Kayden. I know you're brave, but you're still young, and this is all new to you. It's okay to be scared."

Kayden shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, it's not fear. It's something else. Something deeper. I don't know why, but my gut is telling me that I'm supposed to hate him. It's like... it's like I'm programmed to do it."

Ryan frowned, his mind racing. Past weeks while locked in this room with kayden and aaran he realised something, all the things that happened somehow related to his fire whenever he lost control of his fire they reached somewhere like first he reached in werewolves land with Aaran and now here. He finally said "Maybe it has something to do with my strange fire and the pink sky we saw. Remember, Aaran When I was running from you in the forest, we reached kayden's land now when rouges attacked we land here I don't know why but I feel Something about all of this is connected. And I think Magnus might have the answers. He seems... reliable."

Kayden looked at Ryan, searching his eyes for reassurance. "You think the guy with a lot of glitter can explain all of this?"

Ryan nodded slowly. "I think so. But we have to be careful. We're in a world we don't understand, surrounded by beings that could kill us in an instant. We need to stick together and figure this out."

And with that they all come to a decision no matter what they have to listen what magnus have to say. And with determinations they were going to find magnus when he and Luther came back in room. And magnus said with quiet enthusiasm" shall we start, guys....."

Meanwhile, in a place far darker and more sinister, deep within the bowels of the earth where sunlight had never touched, a different conversation was taking place. The stench of decay filled the air, and the howls of unknown creatures echoed through the pitch-black corridors. At the end of a long, dark pathway, where even the bravest souls would dare not venture, lay the throne of Aides, one of the sons of Lucifer.

Aides sat on his throne, a smile playing on his lips as he gazed at his brothers, the princes of hell- Aiden ,Azazil and Azmodeous-who ruled alongside him. Their beauty was otherworldly, a gift they had received to ensnare the souls of the living. But beneath that beauty lay a darkness that was unmatched in any realm.

Azmodeous, sitting on his own throne, smiled back at Aides, though his smile was more predatory. "Brother, the three of them have met. Four still remain hidden, but according to him these three are sure whom we are finding ."

Aiden, who was leaning casually on his throne, his expression one of calm amusement, spoke up, his voice smooth and seductive. "Shouldn't we tell him to kill them brother, before they reach the others?"

Aides's smile widened, a smile that could make even the bravest soul shudder. "No, my dear brother. Where would the fun be in that? Let them come together, let them grow strong. And then, when they are all united... killing them will be like crushing a mosquito. That, my brother, will be the real fun."

Aiden chuckled, his eyes gleaming with the promise of impending bloodshed. "As you wish, brother. Let the game continue."

Aides's smile remained as he leaned back on his throne, his mind already weaving the threads of fate that would lead Kayden, Ryan, Aaran, and the others to their doom. The wheels of destiny were turning, and soon, the world would tremble under the weight of their power.

But for now, in the dark heart of hell, all Aides could do was wait. Wait for the moment when all the pieces would fall into place, and the true game would begin. This time victory is theirs no matter what.