The truth hidden behind the moon's shadow was not easy to unveil. Now the fight for freedom will be all blood and bones. War is brewing on the edge of the horizon and kingdoms will fall at the tip of her blade.
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Onyx Ashrevion is a demi-hybrid an...
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The world seemed to stop as Draco held Onyx's body in his arms. Her skin was pale and rigid, and her eyes were wide and dead as they stared at the world above her. Blood continued to spill down her body, her hands wrapped around his in a loose grip.
"Onyx, no. Please, this can't be happening" he whispered, jostling her body around. She was unresponsive, limp in his arms as he held her close. The emperor felt every part of his body break as he held her close, tears running down his face as he squeezed her tight. "Onyx, please come back to me. You can't die" she whispered.
Even as the war raged on in the castle, Draco found himself unable to move, staring down at his mate as she grew cold in his arms. "Draco" a voice called out to him. He ignored it, staring down at Onyx, praying to the Gods that she would suddenly stir in his arms and everything in the world would be alright.
"Draco" Orion whispered, staring the emperor. "We need to end this. Give Onyx to me" he said, holding out his arms. The emperor shook his head, refusing to let go. "She's gone, Orion. I can't save her. Not this time and not in the next life. She's gone." Orion rested her hand on his shoulder, shaking him feverishly. "Draco, please. We need to stop this."
The emperor looked up, nodding. He reached down for the sword and pried it out of her stomach. Blood spilled out of the wound, her body falling to the floor. Orion stooped down and gathered Onyx in his arms. "I'll stay with her and keep her safe," he said. "We'll figure this out."
Draco watched as Orion moved her to a safe place in the castle, weaving through the undead until he was no longer in the hall. The emperor looked down at the sword in his hand covered in blood, no longer in the possession of its wielder. He turned around to the chaos before him, the sword shaking in his hands.
His fingers shook with power, light sparks flying off the tips of his fingers. He could feel his sorrow turn to anger, resentment building inside his body as he felt the sword shake in his hand. His wings flared up in the air, curving like that of a devil's horn. The ruby ring around his eyes flamed red, his face contorting into a mask of hatred.
The emperor charged towards the undead army, slicing through them with Onyx's sword. It rang with power as it claimed each soul, dead bodies falling around him as he avenged her death. His eyes glowed with an iridescent white light, large white bands circling his body as he channeled his light magic. They spun from his body, lashing out in long belts that disintegrated the undead as they touched it.
He flew into the air, using the lighting whips to plow through the army of the undead, bodies turning to dust. His mind was blurry and dark, his eyes only seeing the enemies that had killed Onyx. His only instinct was to avenge their death and torture those who had driven Onyx to the brink of her death.
"Draco!" Falcon called out to him as he flew near him. He was covered in black blood, cuts, and bruises engraved into his wings. Beside him was Azura, her foot cracking down on the spine of the undead, the bones cracking as they hit the ground. The emperor turned around, heaving deeply. "He killed Onyx!" he exclaimed, looking around him. "He killed Onyx and destroyed my home! I swear on everything I love! I will kill him!"
