Flirting With Fate

Chapter Seven - The Cage

The six had been selected.

Jessica Greene, the Warlock.

Byron Moss, the Mage.

Isaac Sayce, the Vampire.

Pauline Warren, the Psychic.

Erinna Nevins, the Werewolf.

and Rudy King, the Crusader.

Questions lingered in the air. Jessica frowned at Isaac's use of two different sets of powers. Erinna wasn't exactly the strongest werewolf, but she was the luckiest, and she was hoping that it would help her here.

Rudy King was a crusader disguised as a warlock. He was prepared to bring Jessica down with him at any and all costs. Having learned all of their dark secrets, it was now time to fight the battle of his life.

And so the cage opened, and the six contestants walked in.

Jessica was first. Pauline was second.

She was crushed in less than thirty seconds, her wounded body carried out of the Cage by mystical forces.

Byron was next. It was a clash of wizardry and dark magic, but in the end Jessica surpassed the mage and emerged victorious. 

"The only way we can win this," Isaac said. "Is if one of us survives long enough in there so that a third person can come in. If it's two of us against her, we have a chance."

It was Isaac's turn.

The battle was fierce, but not even Isaac's new powers could go against the mighty of the Warlock Queen. In the end, he too fell before her dark powers.

It all seemed to be over. There was nothing that could be done against such wicked power. And Erinna, the weakest one in all of this, was up next.

"Well aren't you a frail little thing," Jessica said. "Do you really believe you can hope to match my power?"

Despite her arrogance, Jessica didn't realize something. White Wolves are the luckiest ones--and they are capable of surviving and evading like no other. After a few close calls, Rudy came into the fray.

He took out his golden sword and pointed it at the evil Warlock, who cackled maniacally.

"And what are you two losers going to do?"

"Erinna," Rudy said with his masculine, sexy voice. "Come closer. I have something important to tell you."

She approached him, not quite sure of what he wanted, but Erinna was starting to see him in a different light. He was clearly not the villain that he pretended to be.

"I've watched the Warlocks for a long time and the reason they are so powerful is because of their hate. They feed on hate; on despair; on darkness; on destruction."

"OK," Erinna said.

"So there's one thing we can do," Rudy said as he looked into her green eyes.

"What's that?"

He grabbed her shoulder and kissed her with voracious passion. His tongue swirled inside of her as he focused all of his love within her. A crusader creates magic by the power of the light; by the power of love, and that is the only power that can hope to combat Jessica's unparalleled hatred.

The kiss felt so good to Erinna; the love he emitted washed all over her, bringing an ecstasy that was out of this world. He hugged her more deeply and it was as if time stopped; his lips plunged into hers time and time again as the kissing erupted their senses. Pleasure was running rampart throughout their souls.

Jessica advanced, feeling something weird in the air, but it was too late. The two of them held their hands together and a magical spell of love was cast. Jessica tried to resist with all her power, but it wasn't possible to overwhelm such intense, pure love. As the power of this energy pulsated throughout The Cage, it shattered.

And thus the old Gods came to a decision. They gave both Erinna and Rudy the spiritual contract that granted them power over all factions. Each had the power to rule for fifty years and decide the fate of the world.

As sparkles of light imploded throughout the cosmos, Erinna and Rudy kissed once more. It was magical; it was wonderful.