Necromancer For Hire- Arc 8

Arc 8, Chapter 32

The Betrayal

“So, how are we feeling about this flavor?” Salvador asked, sitting down at the kitchen table, “It's blueberry with lemon meringue. I'm thinking about making it for the baby shower.”

Morena sighed blissfully, rubbing her swollen stomach. “It's amazing, sweetie.”

Salvador slid his plate across the table, winking at her. “Here, take the rest of my piece. The baby will thank you.”

“I feel like if I try to feed the baby anymore I'm going to be four hundred pounds,” Morena giggled, pushing the pie back towards him.

“You work out too much to be four hundred pounds,” Salvador replied with a smile, shoveling another bite of pie into his mouth, “Wish I could say the same.”

Morena leaned across the table, pushing her lips against Salvador. Salvador pulled her closer, his hands twirling through her hair.

A crash broke their silence, making Morena stiffen.

“There's something here,” Salvador whispered, “Morena, go to the bedroom.”

“I'm not leaving you here,” Morena snapped, keeping her voice hushed, “You're no fighter!”

Morena stuck close to Salvador’s back as he crept towards the front door, fists clenched. Blue light cut through the darkness, supplied by their eyes.

Bullets ripped through the windows, spitting glass onto the living room floor and sending Morena and Salvador reeling. Men rushed into the house, wielding guns and wearing masks.

Morena gasped as she was thrown aside, a man grabbing Salvador by the arm.

“Don't you dare touch him!” she cried, ectoplasm rising behind her, a chill falling over the room.

“Morena,” Salvador sobbed, “Run! Get out of here!”

“I won't leave you!” Morena snarled, magic flashing around her fists. Her ectoplasm ripped through several men, sending them scrabbling into the sea of broken glass and shrapnel on the floor.

“Quiet!” a man barked, kicking her in the stomach.

Morena crumpled, gagging as unholy pain surged through her abdomen. She was paralyzed, her vision blurring as she watched Salvador struggle, a gag placed on his mouth.

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“So they took your husband?” Matthew asked, his expression aged, severe.

“I couldn't stop them,” Morena murmured, haunted, a tear slipping down her cheek. “Later, I received a letter, explaining that he was taken for his necromancy abilities. If I tried to go and find him, they said they would kill him.”

Morena rubbed her face, hiding her teary eyes. “He was the love of my life, Jürgen. I didn't know what I would do without him.”

Umbra hovered over her, teeth bared. “What does this have to do with my son?” he hissed, trembling with rage.

“I was told that if I could find a suitable replacement for Salvador, they would return him to me.” Morena’s face twisted, another wave of tears taking over, “I just had to see my love again…”

She wiped mascara from her eyes, taking a shuddering breath. “I was sent a package containing Salvador’s severed finger a couple hours ago. I don't know what it meant, but Salvador never came home. I was tricked.”

Aunora’s nostrils flared, her brow furrowing. She grabbed Morena by the back of the head, slamming her against the kitchen counter. “So you gave my son up to some thugs? Is that what you're tellin’ me, you little witch?!”

Morena twisted from Aunora’s iron grip, sharp blue eyes burning against the blood gushing from her nose. “I know I was wrong!” she screamed, “That's why I came here! I need your help, Jürgen. Just one more time, okay?”

“Help?” Umbra shouted, “You want help? You come into my house, after hurting my son, and you have the gall to ask for help? I'll tear you to pieces!”

“Umbra,” Matthew said slowly, “Please calm down.”

“Calm down? Victor could be DEAD and you're telling me to calm down?”

“If they didn't kill Salvador, they won't kill Victor. They obviously need him for something. Panicking right now won't solve anything.”

“You're not seriously thinking about helping this woman, are you?” Umbra rasped, a bead of sweat on his brow.

Arms folded behind his back, Matthew sat in front of Morena, carrying an air of intimidation with him. His eyes were no longer carefree or kindly, instead they were cold and merciless. “Morena, I'm beyond infuriated at what you've done,” he murmured, his voice even, “But I respect that you came to us about. Silver Moon will rescue both Victor and Salvador, and if you want to redeem yourself, you will be going with us.”

“Thank you,” Morena sobbed, throwing herself around Matthew’s neck, “Thank you so much, Jürgen.”

Teeth clenched, light glared off Matthew’s glasses, masking his eyes. “Go home and get your stuff. I know you still have it. We'll plan the assault when you return.”

Author's Note- daddys pissed

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