Page 31 of Claimed By Her Monsters

“NESSA!”

I flinched and looked to see Dark Nessa, only she wasn’t in shadowed form.

She literally looked identical to me, minus the white hair.

I blinked at my copy as I took in her lengthy strands of black that shifted to purple and blue at the ends. She wore a black dress and carried massive black wings.

“Light me!” she cheered and crashed into me.

“AH!” I fell right over, which made me realize my wings were now gone once more. “Dark Nessa, how did you come out?”

She hugged me for a good minute before she pulled back to point over to Daddy Dearest.

“His fault!” she declared and pouted her lips as she stared at the man for ten seconds. “DADDY!” she cheered and tackled the poor man, who looked like he was second-guessing his decision.

“This is rather wild to watch,” Sawyer noted.

“It’s kinda cute seeing our Sweet Theia and her dark side, Sweet Nyx, mingle like that. Makes them look like twins.”

“Or polar opposite identical sisters,” Cornelius acknowledged.

"I think Lucifer thought he was doing something good but that just brought out chaos,” Atticus noted as he observed us.

“A miscalculation,” Lucifer answered but didn’t bother trying to get Dark Nessa off him as she clung to his neck from his left side. “Your wings keep popping out because your magic senses Heaven and Purgatory,” he revealed. “Plus, your dark half being unclaimed makes your light side far stronger than your tainted side.”

“Meaning as of now, Light Nessa is overpowering Dark Nessa,” Arthur summarized as he walked over to where I stood. “Isn’t that a bad thing?”

“Why?” Dark Nessa and I said in unison.

“If one power overwhelms the other, what usually happens,” Sawyer offered as he was next to approach where we stood, “is that there’s going to come to a point where the overpowering energy will consume the weakest link.”

Dark Nessa gasped in horror before she looked close to tears.

“Nessa doesn’t like me anymore?”

“No!” I stressed and put my hands up. “We’re just dealing with technical difficulties,” I voiced and glared at Arthur and Sawyer, who flinched at my obvious anger.

“What Arthur and Sawyer are trying to explain is that right now, Nerissa is out of balance because she’s obviously not been claimed by her monsters, who were forced to be bound to her by the deceitful worshipers. She needs to be claimed by them in order to balance her energies or else it can lead to Dark Nessa slowly dwindling away,” Cornelius decided to explain.

“Which means so will Regis, Aloisium, and Fenriz if we don’t rush back and deal with those villagers and whatever they’re plotting with Danica’s involvement,” Atticus stressed.

“So we have to go to this village and burn it down?” Arthur questioned.

“Well, after we figure out why the hell they’re doing this, to begin with. There has to be some sort of grand scheme,” Sawyer acknowledged.

“Whatever it is, the balance of the world is basically relying on us to fix to it,” Cornelius stressed.

“Well, with Theia’s help, we should be able to—”

“No.”

All four of them looked at me and Dark Nessa. My shadowed self now stood next to me, wearing the same emotionless expression I was.

“What?” Sawyer inquired as if he hadn’t hurt the single word.

“No,” we repeated in unison. “We’re not going back.”

Sawyer, Arthur, and Cornelius looked at Atticus as he frowned.

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