Frustrated as hell, Amelia risked a glance inside the thick vegetation from where the voices were emanating. Fear of the unknown gripped her and the hair at the back of her neck stood. She dashed after Vargauz, who was now sprinting at lightning speed. She somehow managed to stay with him.
The demetris strode through the forest into a cave that was carved into a pale rock. All along the walls of the cave, there were carvings. Amelia shuddered when she saw that the carvings were that of animals and men being slaughtered or butchered and demons like demetris drinking blood or eating their flesh. She couldn’t imagine a worse place than this. There was red blood splattered on them, which had dried over the years. There were piles of bones and vermin infested animal bodies in the corner. The stench was worse. She felt as if her stomach would churn and whatever she had e
“Yes,” Vargauz said softly.“Where’s it?” Amelia asked as she raised herself to face him.
Vargauz smiled. “I can understand,” he said. He stopped and took her in his arms. Kissing her forehead, he said, “I didn’t know that they would come so soon after you. I wouldn’t have left you alone. My instincts are so attuned to the elixir that most other things are fogged in my brain.” He lifted her chin and placed a light kiss on her lips. “You aren’t mad?”
The deep red liquid in the goblet was frothing. Amelia couldn’t believe that they had together found the Divinity Elixir—something that Vargauz had been waiting for a long time to acquire. He had spent years of searching for it. She was moved from the core of her heart when after so many years of searching for it, he asked her to drink it. And just because he wanted her to attain divinity, to be his wife. Even though she was bleeding heavily, her hands were covered in blood and she was pale, she couldn’t help feeling love for this fae. He was so different from Daniel.
Amelia’s mouth opened and closed, like that of a fish. Her hands carved through her hair, She held them tightly and then stared at him. She shook her head, “I don’t believe you.” A Goddess? Reincarnation of a Goddess? She never felt the vibes of being a Goddess. All she felt was misery, dejection and no one other than her father and Sasha loved her. “You are pulling a hoax in order to claim me,” she said in a low voice. “It’s not true.”
Before Vargauz could answer her, Xikoth said, “He made you drink it in order to make you the vessel of the elixir. Don’t you understand Ilaria? You are the Divinity Elixir. Your blood is what they seek. They killed you thousands of years ago and once again they are going to repeat the history.”
The sword was real on her face. The hot blood trickled down her neck and to her breasts. He had held her hair and dragged her on the ground in his court amongst the crowd that jeered. He threw her on the ground. She skidded and slammed her head into the marble throne of Queen Maeb. Her head split open and more blood trickled. The faes around her laughed. Vargauz brought his sword and was about to slay her when she screamed.
Xikoth said in his soothing, throaty voice, “You are safe here. If you leave the Kingdom of Xomor, they will abduct you. At the moment they are lurking near him madly to find a trace of you.”