Elsewhere...
KREIOS LAY ON THE cold ground, aware only that he was alive. The dreams he'd had, where he'd gone in order to save his daughter—he could no longer remember these things. All he knew was that El was not finished with him yet, his life was of use, and that he had more to accomplish.
The Mark was gone, ripped from his daughter and also taken from him. He wondered at these things. But he knew El did things as He saw fit and in His own timing. Who was Kreios to question that?
Standing naked, he lifted himself into the air and surveyed his surroundings. He was in the depths of a forest. Where was unclear—it would take some time for him to be able to find his way home again. He had not ascended to heavenly realms. The light of the fallen sun still reflected its rays and warmth off his marble-white body. The only thing he was unsure of was when he was. Time could be a funny thing when the thin places of the world were growing, spreading like a virus.
He swelled with power in the sunlight, testing what remained to him since he had taken on the curse of the Mark.
He had his life. That was enough; what more could he ask for?
His tattoos flared brilliant in the light and he lowered himself to the ground, bowing low. He drew on more power than he had ever tasted, and this gift humbled him beyond words.
Some prayers were indeed silent and some things El granted were more than mercy.
El truly was good.
YOU ARE READING
Uriel: The Inheritance (Airel Saga Book Five)
ParanormalAll Uriel wanted was to be loved... When heroes start to tell lies, even to themselves: Uriel. She's spent thousands of years fighting against her destiny, fighting against her bereaved father, against El Himself. "It's just one letter, but it's my...
