Violet String {EDITING}

Under Fire

Fifteen.

Fifteen men and women were attacking Stonewall.

Yet it was chaos.

Utter chaos.

Purple flames crackled at the ground in patches, purple eyes glowing as weapons of the same colour were swung about.

The Knights of the Apocalypse were at Stonewall Castle.

They were Omega Taurus's last effort to try and eradicate the Elders and their mates off the planet, but eradicating Elders wasn't an easy job. Not even for the so-called Knights of the Apocalypse.

Even so, the Elders were still, slowly but surely, being pushed back.

They were only at half strength... Half of the Elders or their mates away on business when the purple-eyed fiends had come.

The rippling shadows soon changed that, though, Elder Blythe reappearing alongside Riley, and those two spelled trouble.

For the knights, at least.

After all, they were two of the more experienced fighters. Not that all the old Alphas weren't well versed in hand to hand combat and other forms of fighting. They'd all passed the Alpha Trials, just like the Alphas who'd succeeded them.

If anything, they were much more powerful.

And in the werewolf world, with age, came not just knowledge, but strength as well.

It was a well-known fact.

The older the werewolf, the more dangerous they were.

That was why Libertium was such a dangerous group of Rogues. They were one of the oldest groups around – one of the few who'd managed to escape the Elders and their massive crackdown on Rogue organisations.

"Get back, Carol!" Elder King Leopold yelled, having spied their reinforcements. "Carol!" He raced forwards, having spotted his mate being driven to her knees under the harsh blows she was receiving from the swordswoman opposite her. Panic lined his face, his eyes wide as the blade fell towards his mate's unprotected chest.

"Oh no you don't." Purple eyes met the matching ones, a wide smirk on Genesis's face as her purple flaming sword collided with its identical twin in a clash of purple sparks.

"Who?!" Carol blinked, staring up at the girl.

Genesis stared at her enemy, calling over her shoulder. "Liberty says you owe her big time."

"Libertium..." Leopold whispered, scooping his injured mate off the floor as Riley and yet another Elder ran past, clashing blades with another two knights. "I hate to say this, but thanks."

"No problem."

"This doesn't mean I won't be arresting you, though."

"Gah!"

"Don't worry, Leo." Green eyes glanced over at the girl. "I'll nab her after I'm done with this one."

"Maybe you could wait until the end before you 'nab' me...? Just a thought." She shrugged. "Seeing as how I am helping you out a bit..."

"Lucian." Riley sighed, having already dealt with his opponent. "Just arrest her already..."

"At least let me thin the numbers a bit..." Genesis said, her purple eyes narrowing, knowing there was only one way to deal with Knights of the Apocalypse. The only way to deal with them – to make sure they couldn't bring about the end of the world.

Kill them.

Something she was very good at.

One arm was thrown out to the side of her, her purple eyes glowing as her original sword disappeared. Instead, a metal staff appeared in her outstretched hand, a gleaming curved blade appearing on the end.

"Get back!" Eyes an alarmingly pale shade of lavender locked on the scythe in her hands.

Eyes she recognised.

"It's just a little traitor..." The swordswoman scoffed. "Nothing I can't handle."

"Fool..." The boy Genesis used to know so well whispered, closing his eyes as Genesis appeared behind the three knights closest to her, already knowing their fate before they even began crumpling to the ground.

"Go home." Her eyes met his, tears leaking down her face. "Please..."

"I'm afraid I can't." He sighed, charging towards her in a flash of purple lightning, slamming the hilt of his sword into the amethyst embedded in the blade of her scythe.

"Of course you would know its weakness..." Genesis sighed, her shoulders sinking as he leapt back, his eyes fixed on her scythe which soon vanished in a swirl of violet mist.

"Oy!" Elder Leopold's voice cut through their touching reunion. "Libertium girl, leave some of them alive. We've got questions for them!"

"Leopold, you can't seriously be planning on finding-"

"Enough, Blythe." The old Alpha King sighed. "This is a personal matter."

"She probably won't even remember you."

"Doesn't mean we can't see her." Carol scowled, folding her arms. "See what she's grown up to become..."

"A Knight of the Apocalypse, idiot." Blythe rolled his eyes.

"She won't remember you."

"I wouldn't be so sure." Pale lavender eyes locked on Genesis's. "She promised me she'd never forget you... and I doubt she's broken that vow."

"You-?"

"Isn't that right, Constance?"

"Constance...?" The name echoed behind her, her teeth nibbling at her lower lip as she felt all sets of eyes lock on her exposed back.

"I left that name behind, Charlie." She sighed, her shoulders sinking.

"So you want me to call you by your other name?" He tilted his head. "Commander?"

"I'm not your Commander anymore."

"You'll always be our Commander." Charlie said. "Whether you like it or not that's the title he gave you."

"Well then..." She closed her eyes. "I suppose that makes it my responsibility to take care of you all in the only way I know how."

A grim smile lined his face. "It'd only be right."

She closed her eyes, feeling her skin start to glow with a lilac light, tears pouring down her face as glowing lines burst from her back, forming two odd swirling wing shapes at her back. Purple glowing eyes snapped back open, hands extended to the sky. "Get ready, Charlie." She warned, not bothering to watch as violet light radiated out from her feet, the very ground inside the growing circle turning a dark shade of purple. Wind rippled across her skin, the air humming with power as glowing blades formed in the sky above her. Her gaze locked with his. "Here I come." She said, bringing her hands in front of her sharply, her hair blown back off her shoulder as every single blade came down and when the dance of swords had finished, only one knight was left standing.

"Still as lethal as I remember." Charlie sighed, one hand resting on the second sheathed sword at his waist. "You really earned that name..."

Her voice shook. "I know."

"The Grim Reaper..."

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