Page 48 of Princess of Hell

“We go now!” I called Caspian, my voice raw from the grunts and yells I needed to release my anger during the workout.

“Now?”

“Now. I need a shower, and we can go to The Temple of The Fates

My gut told me that something was wrong. Silver was missing. She was not where she should be. I knew it.

The hot water ran down over my back, cleaning the blood off my tattoos. My body closed all the scratches and cuts, and even broken bones, in minutes. After I stepped out of the shower and dressed, Carson waited for me. He played catch with his dagger.

“Sup?”

“Let’s go. I have a portal opening for us. I don’t want to lose time and ride the Dragons to The Temple of The Fates.”

Carson moved his head. We would have only a few hours' flight on the Dragons, but there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. I had to see Silver. See her, lock my eyes with hers, and allow myself to feel less troubled.

Stepping through portals was never a pleasant experience, and now my stomach felt woozy again. Carson was one step behind me.

The Temple of The Fates was damn impressive. We stood on top of the iron mountains. The Temple is not accessible by portals. The Fates don’t accept any magic except their own. Grey clouds floated around the temple, which was as old as time itself.

“If we had the Dragons, they would have flown us upstairs,” Carson added from behind me.

“Let’s move, man. We’re able to take some stairs.”

“Yeah, a few stairs, sure.”

Steep stairs were cut in the heart of the mountain, jagged and narrow. The path allowed only one person on it at a time. Not that many Demons felt the urge to see The Fates. First in all line of witches, The Fates are not good or evil. They just are. They see things in a way we can’t because the hags live outside of time. It’s like they stay with a foot in each realm, metaphysical stuff I never cared enough to learn about.

Carson cursed under his breath.

“You good? It’s cardio, man!”

“Fuck you, brother. I hope we find your bride.”

“I don’t feel her presence.”

I wished I could feel her. I sensed her presence every day since that night I disguised myself as Ash and kissed her. However, two days ago she disappeared. Something inside me burned and screamed, like a wild beast that tried to crawl its way out.

Sweat pooled on my back, making my grey silk kimono shirt stick to my back. A pale wind hit me, cooling me off. The higher we got, the cooler it became. Small spots of ice formed on the stairs.

“Do you have water?”

“Do I look as if I have water, Carson?”

“Sorry, man.”

Carson huffed behind me. He was more mass and less class, from the bloodline of Demons that were connected to giants. Carson was taller than me at almost six feet eight inches, with an impressive body. He had to walk sideways to fit on the narrow pathway to The Temple of The Fates.

The door was in front of me. Like everything associated with The Fates, it was not entirely here either. As I tried to knock, the wood that stood in front of me a few seconds ago turned into a shadow. Instead of the door, a young man stood in front of me. He was tall and naked.

“Yes? How can I help you?”

“I’m looking for my betrothed, Princess Silver.”

“Not here.” He turned his back to me, showing me his bare ass.

“Wait. Can I speak to The Fates?”

“The Fates are busy. They are about to spin the web of our existence.”

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