Forever Fae

Chapter 8 - Alasdair (Dark Sorcerer)

"Master, you have an urgent message from the Summer Court. They wish to speak to you through the scrying bowl," Gothin informed me.

"Excellent, I'm curious to know who won the title."

Taking my solid form, I retrieved the dagger from my belt and pricked my finger. Once the blood dropped, my informants slowly appeared in the reflection of my bowl.

"Good evening, Master. We brought you news from the ceremony," one of the men stated.

I replied, "Very well, continue. Which warrior won the title?"

"Merrick was the warrior who won. His fighting was magnificent and efficient. He's a fearsome warrior and also Calista's best friend. He won't be an easy target to take down."

"I've seen this Merrick. Yes, he's a skillful fighter, and I'll have to figure out what to do with him. Is the princess still planning on visiting the Elvan Kingdom in a few days?" I asked.

The Summer Court traitor nodded. "Yes, Master, she's still planning on the visit and she'll have a contingent of guards with her as well. We have the route she'll be taking and are making arrangements to intercept her. We also have a spy in place in Endelyn with the dwarves. He's taking place in the meetings while King Madoc is visiting there on business."

My other informant interrupted, "I have some news, Sire, that may not be good. Prince Ryder seems to have taken a notice to Princess Calista and her to him. I could practically see the connection there. If they figure out the prophecy, there's going to be no way to stop it."

Anger boiled inside my gut. "Dammit," I hissed.

There was no way in hell I could allow them to get closer; it would ruin everything. Agitated, I growled, "Go back to the party before someone notices you're missing. Do what you can to keep the prince and princess apart. If you find anything else, you better come to me quickly. My tolerance is running thin."

Dismissing them both, I closed the scrying bowl. Only a couple more days and I'd have the power within my grasp. Unable to control my anger, I left the main headquarters and stormed all the way to one of the prisons. The guards at the door moved aside to let me enter and gave me a wide berth; good for them. Gazing around the room, I was happy to see I had about twenty or so people in confinement.

Looking each prisoner in the eye, I asked, "Now which of you would like to join me and which of you would like to die?" Gasps erupted in the room, however, there was a mixture of hands of the people that were willing to stay. Nodding to the guards, they escorted each one of the prisoners that wanted to swear fealty up and out of the prison. I would deal with them later.

When they were gone I was left with one last couple, a man and a woman. Their defiant expressions made me smile; they were going to fight back. Raw excitement bubbled in my chest at the thought of a good fight. I needed it. From the looks of them they had to be husband and wife.

When I reached for the woman, the husband lunged at me. Growling at him, I unsheathed my dagger. With a lightning fast move, I slashed his neck clear through to the bone. What a fucking moron.

Blood sprayed in an arc across the walls and coated my hands and body with the warmth of his life force. His head fell off to the side and rolled across the floor until he disintegrated into a pile of ash. The wife screamed and tried to reach his body before he disappeared, but she wasn't fast enough.

"Now if you would've just let me take you first this wouldn't have happened like that. It's a shame, really, because I wanted to take his magic, but he made that too difficult. All you faeries are idiots." Sighing, I moved closer. "I guess only you will be my meal for the night, and a good meal I'm sure you'll be."

Licking my lips, I removed the talisman from around my neck and placed it around hers, looking her straight in the eyes and smiling. She hissed as the talisman started siphoning her inner essence.

Gritting through the pain, the woman growled, "You may be able to steal our power, but you're still nothing. They will defeat you, and your body will rot in Hell where it belongs."

Yanking her up by the hair, I brought her up to my face. "We'll see about that," I spat.

Removing the talisman from around her neck, I took my dagger and thrust it straight into her heart. She immediately fell into a worthless heap at my feet. The dagger I used was made of iron, which is lethal and poisonous to all fae kind. Once the iron blade slices through their skin, the poison in it travels swiftly through their bloodstreams and kills them within minutes. It definitely gave me a killing advantage.

A smile crept across my face as the bitch before me turned into ash ... into nothing, just like all the fae would soon become.