Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Fifty Eight

|Fifty-Eight|

|Luxinia|

One Jesse left, I narrowed my eyes in anger. He couldn't even be in the same room as me. What the hell happened to him?

"So Everen, you're going to die?" I asked, trying to understand this whole situation.

"Yes, but do not worry. There is a special place reserved for me," Everen smiled. There was a human-like quality to her and it felt almost... good to see that. She somewhat had this maternal vibe about her. Which was weird considering, but nonetheless it felt nice. Somehow, I knew that these were Everen's final days.

Zeno frowned and I locked eyes with him. He barely knew us, why is he so intent on helping Everen. She didn't seem like she relied on people to help her. I wouldn't have taken her blood if I knew that it would kill her. What more what I capable of? "So what's the plan for the summit?"

"I think we have something that can empower all of us," Daemon said, "We can life link ourselves. It's an old dark magic spell that could work."

Everen chuckled. "Count me out. You're in luck though, I know of a different type of link ritual." 

I half-laughed, knowing that would be the worst idea. I shook my head. "No, this isn't a group claim."

Everen shook her head. "Not all of us. Zeno and Lux can blood link themselves. They would benefit from power. It's something that could keep her powers consistent and Zeno gets something out of it too."

"Blood means something different to me, Everen. You know that." he shook his head and backed up.

"I know."

"That means, if I ever use my powers on her, I will feel the pain of it too," he mumbled.

"No. It means you can be here," Everen declared.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Maybe that's a good thing that he can't blood bend me." I wouldn't want Zeno doing any blood-wielding shit on one.

He smirked. "Perhaps."

"We need to do this now, before the ball. Come sit, anyone has a knife?" Everen motioned for us to sit down.

I pulled my knife from my thigh and handed it to her. "Are you sure it can be done like this?"

"If I say the right words, yes. Hold out your arms."

Zeno sat down and held out his arm. I held out mine next to his. Everen stood before us, cutting our palms. "Lux, squeeze the blood onto his palm."

Zeno grunted as if he was uncomfortable with what was happening.

I did as she said, my eyes darting to this man whom I've barely met. I hope he was okay with this. And I hope I wasn't making a mistake. I needed to do this without Jesse, but I didn't expect to get wrapped up with another man.

"Zeno, your turn."

He hesitated slightly, moving his hand over my outstretched palm. Blood dripped over mine and suddenly I felt a shock. It was almost like when you have socks on and move on a rug. It didn't hurt, it felt odd.

"Voluntarie sacrificabo dictum est. Accipere sacrificium nostrum in magna unus vocatio Dei. Copulatio duas parte prope mortem," Everen chanted, over and over again. Her body trembled slightly, and I knew her doing this was taking a toll on her. I never seen this kind of magic before, not even from the witches I've met in my time.

I felt weighed down for a moment, as if I didn't have any control of my body. My gaze slid over to Zeno and he stared back at me. "Whoa, that was weird."

Everen looked at both of us and smiled. "Luxinia you remind me more of myself each day. I can't tell you everything at once, but in due time you will find out."

I frowned. "Why?"

"Too much information can be overwhelming. I don't want you to become mad at the wrong people. You need to mature first, understand why things are the way they are," Everen replied slowly, standing up. She left the room.

Typically, I would become angry at her and demand that she give me answers, but for some reason, I knew it wasn't my time to know. I trusted Everen, even though she was extremely vague is possibly holding so much knowledge.

"That was... well Everen," Zeno replied and stood up. 

"Are you okay?" I questioned. 

Zeno looked down at his hand and watch it recover slowly. "Yeah my blood, easily heals. You?"

I looked down at my hand and noticed it healing faster than I was ever used to. "Whoa."

"See it's already working," Zeno grinned.

"How can you be a sex demon, but no have any sex energy? Don't you need it to sustain yourself?" I blurted. 

Zeno glared at me. "I did this for Everen. I didn't do this for us to bring up our lives, got it?"

"I still don't understand why you're doing this," I muttered, "Everen is one thing, but there has to be something more."

Zeno shook his head. "What do you expect me to say? That I understand what it feels like to be controlled? I wouldn't want to see anyone at the mercy of others. You've experience freedom. Some haven't. And I relate to that. Do you know what it feels like to be judged for something you couldn't control? I would be treated like vermin just because of the color of my skin and because I was a cambion. I was destined for failure since birth. Or so they would say. Those ridiculous things that you have absolutely no control over. I would give everything to see the Demon Consul fall before me." His gaze was in a faraway place and I'm sure he was reliving painful memories he had.

I looked at him and nodded. I knew cambions were always ridiculed for them not being incubi. However, the difference was that Zeno wanted to help free those that were in captivity. He has been through things but it seemed like he didn't let it overcome him. Instead, he powered it to help others. That was the difference. 

"I was raised to know my enemy. And what I do know about these enemies is that they need to be brought down," Zeno explained.

"Why? You're a blood wielder, right? You don't need to be with the cambions," I said, wondering why he stood on this side of the river and not the better one.

"The haemokinesis people didn't find me appealing due to my cambion powers. Just because I don't have sex energy or absorb it, I absorb other things." He answered.

"Haemokinesis?"

"Means blood manipulation. Blood wielding is an insult," Zeno chuckled, "And don't call us blood benders."

I smirked, liking the energy that was coming from him. This would be something that would be different and that is what I was hoping for.