Divine Justice [Editing]

8. About the Master of Fates (EDITED)

Sebastian

I'm in my office hours later, settling some of the Kingdom's paperwork that I've been neglecting ever since I found out about... Her.

My better half.

I can't stop thinking about her, and I just can't help it. After I may or may not have put her in the Realm of Dreams again, I couldn't stop thinking about what she said to me.

"Your Bonita never behaves..."

I love how shameless she is. That means she's brave. Assertive. Devious. All the qualities of a psychopath.

Everything that she is today... I helped her become that way. She had to be the worst version of herself in order to survive. In order to be strong enough to realise her destiny.

She and I are destined to be together, and I'm gonna make sure that it happens.

I sigh as I turn my chair and look at the view outside my study. I had a thought to call Destiny and ask her about my beautiful Mate, but she had other plans.

She appears inside my office then proceeds to bang her hands on my desk, startling me from my thoughts. I turn around to glare at her, but I find her glaring right back at me.

Shit. She knows what I did.

"You know, I had to get a warning from one of the annoying people on the fucking planet that something was about to happen with her, and it turned put you went through it, you stupid bastard!" She exclaims before waving her hand.

I feel a sharp sting on my cheek, its force turning my face to the side sharply.

"I thought that you were smarter than this, Sebastian!!" She yelled at me, and I couldn't help but flinch a little at her yelling.

I turn to look at her and attempt to explain why I did what I did.

"Look, Destiny--"

"No. I don't wanna hear your shit excuses. She needs blood, and guess who's gonna give it to her?!" She glares at me before snapping her fingers.

Suddenly, I'm tied up on my chair, and Destiny smiles at me mischievously.

"Look, as much as I want her to have my blood, I'm still a little weak from yesterday's extraction." I try to explain, but she was too pissed to listen.

"You weren't weak when you put her back into the Dream Realm again, weren't you?" She says, her eyes staring daggers into me.

"Well--"

"Then you sure as fuck are not weak now." She says before conjuring up two blood bags for me to drink.

"You better drink all of this and think about how you just might've fucked up your fate." She says sternly, although I'm not really sure what she meant about that.

Surely she has her reasons for doing things as the Master of Fates but I won't interfere, so I drink the bags and do what I'm told.

Fifteen minutes later, she's still glaring at me with vehemence as I suck the last drop from the last bag. She then comes around the desk to stand in front of me, orange eyes glinting with dangerous intentions.

"I swear to God, Sebastian, if she's not ready for tomorrow," she says, narrowing her eyes, "bad things will happen, and I'll make sure that you'll be in the center of the crossfire for interfering with my fucking plan."

She disappears into thin air with three, full blood bags, leaving me close to weak at the amount of blood she took.

Just then, Riley enters inside my study, and upon seeing my current state of being, he starts to smirk.