5.Caster Gabriel's Love(mxm)

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE*

Narrator

The pack was confused, caught between the feeling of nostalgia and anger. They gazed around for direction, not entirely sure how to approach this when well known twins of the pack, noe having grown up bounded excitedly for this man who looked exactly like Elijah.

The twins had only been around 14-16 when Elijah had met them years ago so now, even as fully grown men, they hadn't changed.

"Alpha!"

"What are you doing here?"

"We thought you wo-" the twin gasped as Anti-Elijah jammed his hand into his throat and pulled at his vocal cords.

"No!" The other twin said as grief held him, his eyes watered before he turned to the man he used to look up to. "I'm goi-" Anti-Elijah yawned and flicked his wrist, the man flee back in the air without his heart, which thumped at the feet of Anti-Elijah. He laughed.

Gabriel felt like the air was leaving his body as he spasmed and gasped continuously before finally, his sounds of pain weren't at all heard. Gabriel stilled, his beautiful golden brown eyes blank as they stared up at the blue sky. Harkin cries over his father, sitting down and unsure of what to do. Mumbling 'daddy' while the pack began to slowly panic.

"Oh, come on now! You guys were so calm before!" He laughed gleefully as he felt the power he had been feeding on for the passed two or so years fill him to the brim.

He was complete, he had now taken the soul of the second most powerful Dark caster known to man.

Now, noe he just needed to kill every single person here and then some. His hand rose and a blast of hot energy blew towards the members of Greyhound Mountain pack. Warriors shifted on the spot and aimed to attacked but were caught in the hot ray which blew their skin apart, they wailed and cried as painfully, they died.

There was chaos everywhere. People grabbed their loved ones and pulled them towards safety. Some ran for the emergency bunker, other ran for the trees, aiming to escape this nightmare and hopefully seek refugee in another pack.

Anti-Elijah relished as soul after soul rushed towards him. He felt the earth beneath him and snapped his fingers. Those having tried to run were thrown to the ground as it shook and they screamed as hands rose from the earth, dragging them beneath the soil, burying them alive.

"Stop this!" Someone yelled gaining his attention. He turned almost in boredom and gazed upon Theodore's crazed look, his fearful eyes looked around as the chaos settled. There were limbs everywhere and blood. Bones were littered around and crying could be heard.

Theodore felt his heart drop as he saw Gabriel's lifeless body beside Harkin. There was an invisible layer of protection around them and Theodore wasn't sure if he should be impressed with baby Harkin of scared. He met the gaze of Anti-Elijah, glaring at the stolen face moved around him in a wide arch.

"Must you kill?" He asked the man who shrugged. "You need to stop this. We get it, you are powerful... There doesn't need to be so much blood shed."

"Honey..." The darkness sighed and raised it's hands. "Elijah won't come to me otherwise." He laughed and brought his hand down. From the sky, rain fell, but not just any rain. The water touches the skin of those still outside and burnes then. The acid dug into their eyes, their skin and they fell down in pain. The rain stopped and those touched continued to either in pain as slowly, the water covering them, refused to dry and instead ate at them until they were no longer screaming.