“Start by pulling him out of the fire andhoping that he will forget the smell.
He was supposed to be an angel but they took himfrom that light and turned him into something hungry,something that forgets what his hands are for when theyaren’t shaking.
He will lose so much, and you will watch it all happenbecause you had him first, and you would let the worldbreak its own neck if it means keeping him.Start by wiping the blood off of his chin andpretending to understand.
Repeat to yourself–
“I won’t leave you, I won’t leave you”…until you fall asleep and dream of the placewhere nothing is red.
. . .
The throne of the King of all Vampires is cold and rigid as a hum
A VERY LONG AUTHOR’S NOTE: The plot wasn't supposed to revolve around romance... nor even had a werewolf in it. The initial plot was a literal horror story about a girl being stalked by some supernatural creature ahem sLeNdEr MaN ahem until he eats her–but I felt it was too predictable, too boring–so let's add Greek mythology and a bunch of other monsters to the blender because I am too done with life for a complicated plot right now and justwanted someone to suffer. Let's be real, though: the story only happenedbecause I was bored and hungry when I was home-quarantined for two weeks WITHOUT INTERNET. The first draft was a scene of Winters and William escaping Roman's dungeon, haunted house–whatever it was called–but I scraped it
. . . “Death, be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.” . . . Thunder boomed in the distance, like muffled roars ofoutrage–it was a sound that she hated ever since she was a child, too small and too naive to understand–as though Zeus, the lord of skies himself had known about her existence all along and was already prepared to smite her from his throne way up high in Olympus. Wouldn't be the first time he tried. In fact, Winters would be mostgratefulif her lord uncle did just that right now so… why not now? Slowly, s
I–He Who Does Not Forget ALASTOR NYX: Zeus must be having one of his infamous fits tonight,was what Alastor was thinking with a thin smirk on his face as he watched the rain pounding mercilessly around them, turning the open field dirty with mud and blood as his bare feet tore through the wet ground like a speedy bullet without missing a beat while thunder continued to roar overhead, the dark skies being illuminated by lightning from time to time. The first night of September was marked as their annual ‘friendly’ game against the other werewolf packs and Alastor Nyx–like any other year–had only one goal in mind for tonight… and that was towin. Alastor almost felt... well, for once, not numb. And that
II – The Other Half PROSERPINA: Proserpina–who had been following her two remaining prey she had taken down at least eight since last night–grew increasingly perplexed when the specific life sources Thanatos was specifically tasked to take for the meantime led her closer to what sounded like the midst of a battlefield, one that was echoing with roars and curses that would have made Dionysus proud. When the young goddess finally came upon the open field, though choosing not to physically emerge from the shadows just yet to observe– She tilted her head to the side, long plaited dark hair dangling over one shoulder aimlessly, her equally dark eyes staring curiously as she beheld the men that moved and fought like the spawns of Ares but are..
III–Proserpina ALASTOR NYX: Finally, Harry aimed a kick to his back but Alastor, as though already sensing it, suddenly dodged out of the way, causing Harry to trip on his own two feet, gracelessly flailing his arms about as he fell face-first to the muddy ground with a high-pitched, indignant shriek. “What the hell's wrong with you?” Harry demanded, spitting out filth. “I could ask you the same thing,” Sean retorted, helping Alastor stand up, “...youdidtry to kick our own alpha.” Between labored breaths, Alastor clumsily got on his own two feet and embarrassingly, with Sean's help, his legs trembling a bit as he ignored anything and everyone around him but the one simple fact that he just found his m
IV – Touch Me Not PROSERPINA: The corpse of the beheaded empousa fell straight to the ground with a sinister thud, limbs splayed in awkward angles like a macabre piece of artwork, its head rolling to the side a second after, some of its blood splattering around the grass which was quickly being washed by the rain. A beat after, Proserpina manifested to the ground in a low crouch, right next to her kill, ignoring the blood on her shoes. ‘Someone's watching.’ She slowly turned to look over her shoulder, eyes narrowed–right into the direction where she last sensed him.
V–Would it be a sin? ALASTOR NYX: “I believe I've earned the right to be in your company–as well a kiss from you,” Alastor declared triumphantly, the more-or-less dumbfounded expressionWinterswas wearing making him grin. He had a feeling that his mate wasn't someone so easily shocked–especially being a goddess of the underworld–which was a bonus. There was just something soendearingwith the way those obsidian eyes widened at him–shocked, concerned,impressed,flattered–her gaze darting from him, his wound, then at her discarded dagger rapidly, looking like she was asking for her weapon to magically return to her. Oh, but she just lookedsofreaking&
VI – The Consequence(s) ALASTOR NYX: Despite the sudden heat–such an infernal heat it was–he couldn't register it at all over the cold, suffocating presence that was the god of death now making itself known from her blade, washing over him, sucking him in like a black hole. “…Was itthatbad that you wanted to kill me?” Alastor finally dared to ask, distantly surprised that his voice came out calm at the possible face of death. “I told you tolet me go,” his mate answered instead, her voice clipped with restrained anger, eyes of black illuminated so prettily against the flames. “Then how aboutyoulet me go, sweetheart?” Alastor pointed out, tilting his head backwards. A