O U T O F T I M E
book 3 in the 'chaos series'
in which lusine returns to earth and is reunited with steve, but not everything is as it was when they said their farewells after the events of the battle of new york. with new companions in tow, ol...
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seven "spilling blood beneath the moonlight"
That night, she slept alongside her nightmare. Fingers of skin and bone, cold and brutal run along her skin, pull her in close and hold her down when she thrashes. Her body stills, the nightmare smiles into her neck, breathing in the vulnerability like the sweet smell of roses on a Summer's day.
But nothing about her was sweet.
She was as much of a monster as he was. Without her, there would be no him. Nightmares are made, not an innate feature of a poor, unfortunate soul. To imagine such a fate upon a new born babe was a cruelty only the beings of hell itself would dare to conjure.
When she cracks open her eyes, three kneel before her and, in her inky palm, she clutches a dagger crusted with an ichor of a man long dead. A wolf brought to the slaughter and slain in grief.
She knows their faces well. The three warriors of the Queen brought to their knees before the woman they were ordered to murder. But now the tables had turned. All of them stare, watch her every move as she paces before them, the crown of diamond and bone glinting in the moonlight spilling through shattered palace windows.
No words are spoken as she stops before the first man, bare feet printing into the pooling blood. The former captain reduced to nothing more than a broken man was a sight she never thought she would see. He was supposed to be a husband, a father, not a traitor.
But there he kneels, loyal to the grief-maddened queen and brought to his death by the chaotic daughter as she clutches the dagger tight and slides it into his throat. He coughs and splutters, blood splattering across her pale cheeks in dashes of crimson betrayal.
She pulls the dagger free; he slumps.
The remaining two watch silently. Awaiting their death, the mirror of their fallen comrade with colour washed from their flesh at fear of the woman before them.
There was little they could do to escape their fate. She'd already beaten them, tooth and claw, and this was their punishment for the side they'd chosen.
She steps before the second, dagger still dripping in the blood of his friend. She wipes it in the black of her ragged dress, the stains hidden but he could see them burning there as his eyes stung with terror.
"If only you'd made the right choice, Levi," The woman says lowly with a voice radiating the power that had overcome them. A dark magic. A honed magic. "Long ago, we were in love." She traces the tip of the dagger along his jaw, blood buds along its march. "Do you remember that?" She questions, her hand snapping out to grip his chin and pull his eyes to meet hers as they burned with blackfire.
"Yes," He croaks out, swallowing visibly.
"But you bored me with your stupid games. Oh, how everything changed the day I decided to play too," She hears herself saying, spitting venom upon his face and burning through the flesh.
