The Empress of HellFire. The Emperor of Ice Storms. Together as one, they will tear the world apart. Stranded in a kingdom with their paths intertwined, the fight to reclaim what was once lost will draw nothing but blood and fury.
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Venix Draywin...
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A week.
It's been one week since her alliance with Jodah Northorn had been formed and she could feel the roaring rage of her blood sing beneath her skin as the lingering taste of victory began to stick to the back of her throat.
It was dark and coated every aspect of her mouth. The feeling the blood of her enemies would soon leave her with.
Yagein Washli casted her grey eyes towards the arena in front of her, watching with intense eyes as she watched her coven witches battle the attuned siphons Jodah had paired them with. She watched as Alysra's illuminated white, a brilliant light lashing from her fingertips as it sliced through her opponent like knives. Blood spewed from the open wounds, the attuned siphon faltering as Alysra stood victorious, her brows furrowed as she fixed her gaze on him.
Another tremendous scream escaped from his lips, his fingers digging through his hair and skin as he pleaded with her for his life. But Alysra paid no mind, instead levitating him off the ground, an invisible force constricting his body as he thrashed and pleaded for help. His hands closed around his throat, eyes wide and red as she threw him back with a wild force.
Brilliant bolts of white magic spurred from her fingers, cutting through his body as he made contact with the marble floor. The crack of his bones crunched in her ear, his pained groans like symphonies from above.
"Your witches. They are demons." A low voice spoke from behind, causing her to turn around. Jodah's cold eyes met hers, a deep frown on his face as he casted his gaze to the struggling attuned siphon that pulled himself up.
"They are my coven witches for a reason. I only choose the best to surround myself with" she replied, raising a brow. "Are we ready to leave? Have you allocated my niece and your distant niece and nephews as well?"
"Almost. I need to speak to you. Privately" he whispered.
"I don't like matters behind peddled around me" Yagein whispered, her tone harsh. Jodah flinched at her words, his frown flattering as he held her gaze.
"I'm not peddling. There is a matter that needs to be discussed" he insisted. Sighing heavily, Yagein looked over to her coven witches long enough to see Roxanne crack through an attuned siphon's ice barrier.
Smiling, she nodded and turned back around to follow Jodah. Together, they walked down the dark hallway that was lit by torched candles. The cold wind outside rattled the windows, the sound of the oceans nearby drowning her thoughts.
"Have you been enjoying your stay here?" Jodah asked, snapping the queen out of her gaze.
Yagein turned her attention to him, letting her eyes rake him down from his neatly combed hair to his expensive attire. "More so or less" she replied, looking away. "It would be more enjoyable if Venix's head was perfectly perched in my hand. Preferably with her eyes out and crafted into fine jewelry."
