Chapter 42

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A dank, musty breeze whispered inside the dark cavern. The lit candles and crackling fire in the large, black marbled fireplace flickered like fireflies. With the smells of the place and the dim, depressing atmosphere, you’d think anyone would hate it here. But to Nicholas Clurife, it was home. In fact, he despised having to leave this temple-like structure which had been forged from an underground cavern. Every time he came back into the deathly environment though, his blood sang exuberantly. It was as close as he could come to being at his father’s temple in the Underworld.

His sharp features were half in shadow, but his pale skin glowed a light gold as he stood facing the warmth of the fire. From the expression in his cold, gray eyes and the strain on his face, he was filled to the brim with a quiet fury. He spun on the spot impatiently as he detected her soft, stealthy footfalls.

“I have brought him for you, master,” Kali bowed slightly at the

waist. Her