You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?

Chapter 082

  Chapter 082
 
 
 
 
   Lucas's point of view
 
 
 
 
   It's been three days now since I've been on the plan to get Myra back. It has proven that to summon death is nearly an impossible feat.
 
 
   I had more than just one witch on the job, I have a lot of people on it actually. Powerful mages, masters of the mystic arts, and a lot of more. So far there has been no progress or a good step forward.
 
 
   Tomorrow is yet another day to await a positive feedback from them all. None of them are allowed to give up or rest until my mate is back alive.
 
 
   I was lonely and unhappy, imprisoned still by the guilt I felt when I murdered Myra. I wish I'd been more observant, I should have known.
 
 
   I'm beat up about it, and haven't had the urge to step out of my room or visit the hall for a meal in the past three days. Isolation is the best for me when there's a lot I have to process, else I could get easily frustrated and proceed to commit atrocities.
 
 
   No one has dared to come or call for me, Neil would have if he was still alive, but all that is left of him were the ashes I asked a maid to get rid of after I burnt him down. Only Lisa, yes Lisa was the only one who came by my chamber.
 
 
   I sealed her also into a psychic cage thanks to the power I stole from Logan. The least I want is her tacky nature around me. I could have gotten rid of the psychic hold etched on her, but chose to strengthen it instead and switch the command.
 
 
   Now she's to stay out of my sight till whenever I want her back around.
 
 
   Madeleine also has been a little hidden under the radar, she probably knew about the death of my mate and must have decided to let me mourn. I wonder what her opinion would be if she learnt I was the one who killed her, she'd probably yab on how she wasn't surprised.
 
 
   I didn't want to hurt Myra, it was never my plan all along. Sure she was a means of my glorious end, but it wasn't in anyway going to hurt her.
 
 
   Over the days, the weeks, the months I've spend with her, I've grown affections about her. The affections are not as disgusting as I thought it'd be, they were actually the total opposite.
 
 
   I like the way she makes me feel, the way I always am around her. She's like the perfect screw to all my looses.
 
 
   I can't let her go, neither can I accept that she's gone. I'm going to get her back. It's a must!
 
 
   Fourth day went by, the fifth day, and soon it was a week already and there was no positive reply yet from them all. None has found a way to contact or summon the entity that wields the concept of Death.
 
 
   Myra on the other hand is still laid on a bed in a room, a room spelled by one of the witches to eject cold at all times so her body wouldn't rot or start to smell.
 
 
   The room has become a paradise for ice, a frozen space. At night when I go visit her, I mostly survive thanks to my dragon fire.
 
 
   A knock for the first time in a while banged on my door. My body jerked from the position I was seated, meditating and connecting to the world around me.
 
 
   I didn't bother to stand up or try to check out who that was, instead I telepathically linked with whoever was outside so I can converse with her. Logan's powers is really an amazing perfection.
 
 
   "What do you want?" I spoke into his mind, it was one of the mages.
 
 
   "Your Majesty." He shuddered at my presence in his head, "I've brought quite the news, I found a way out for you to summon Death and retrieve the taken soul," he relayed.
 
 
   And only then did I get enthusiastic enough to exit my position and reveal myself to him. His body shrunk as his face fell in fear, I could be less bothered with his bodily expression.
 
 
   "What's next?" I pushed for an explanation, I'm standing in front of him already, shouldn't he know he's suppose to get on with his feedback.
 
 
   "Oh yes, I'd like for you to follow me, I'll explain better on the way." He gestured as he stepped into motion.
 
 
   I said nothing and just followed him. I'm generous enough to give them all a room and a personal maid here in my residence, I want them close to me and their task. All the mages and everyone else.
 
 
   "So after hours of digging through my ancestor's archives and histories, I found something rather interesting about the situation or what you've requested me to do." He has no idea he wasn't the only one on the task, I purposely wanted it like that. That way they'll be more fueled to please me.
 
 
   "Go on," I urged from behind him.
 
 
   "Well there was one time one of my ancestor was able to achieve something similar to summoning death. The thing is you can't summon Death unless Death itself has a business to do on the mortal plane. But you can meet with Death. I can temporarily stop your heart for five hours, long enough for Death to visit you and the both of you to have a meeting. It's a trick stuff, you die and Death would believe he has come to claim your soul, but then it realize you're marked and cannot be claimed so will be unable to touch you. It's now left to you to talk to him about what you want and a possible deal between the both of you." He sighed after he was done explaining.
 
 
   That doesn't sound too bad. It's a great idea. Finally! I knew I'm going to get what I want. It's me, I've always gotten whatever I want. I'm Lucius Aldrich, the most powerful man in the universe.
 
 
   'Yet you need a lot of help to be able to revive the mate you killed with your bare hands. Spam me a better irony,' I heard my wolf's sarcastic voice and simply ignored him.
 
 
   "Just know that if this is a ploy on your end to kill me, it won't be a good ending for you. Cause you might thought you can permanently stop my heart and kill me because I've grown weak and allow it." I scoffed at him, "I'll come back for you, and give you a life so cruel even the devil would pity you."
 
 
   That's my way of agreeing with his idea. It's high time Death and I have a little chat.