Page 75 of Cursed Heirs

His palms were hovering over the floor, his silver magic only emitting small sparks.

He was weakened. Severely.

His short, spiky black hair was disheveled, as were his silver leather pants and his black shirt, both caked in dirt and sweat, and the latter ripped and half hanging off him.

“The Orb of Vorlav!Now!”Constantine suddenly shouted, losing his patience.

The Orb? Here?

Fuck me.That thing was dangerous beyond belief. No wonder my father hadn’t even told me of its whereabouts. The ramifications should it be unearthed by the wrong person would be absolutely catastrophic. Something we were right on the verge of experiencing now.

This couldnotfucking happen.

I saw the floor open from my father’s magic, and I caught sight of the Orb being levitated slightly from its hiding place buried beneath the earth and clearly also beneath layers upon layers of my father’s magic. It spun as it hovered there, golden light emanating from it and catching the flames of the torches about the place.

Miraculous.

A celestial object existing on the lower plane.

When my father made no further move, the strain on him obvious to leave it hovering there barely free of its confines, Constantine snarled, “We made a blood vow. Something you insisted upon so that your son would live. If you do not hand the Orb over, you will die from breaking the vow.”

A dark look flitted over my father’s face and he looked up at Constantine. “The vow was to reveal the location of the Orb to you,notto hand it over.”

“You manipulative fool!” Constantine raged.

My cue came in the next moment as he went to strike my father.

I spun and fired a bolt of my purple flames, hitting him in the gut.

He choked and staggered, his eyes wide in surprise, and darting all around, trying to locate me.

“Orpheus!” my father cried, recognizing my magic instantly. “Go! Get out of here now!”

The hell I would.

I wasn’t losing him again.

And Constantine wasn’t winning this time.

I swept my magic in two arcs, ripping into the two dozen acolytes and downing them all at once at the force of my power.

I might not be up to full strength after what had happened with Xavier, but I held a mammoth amount of power at the best of times. I could still do a lot of damage like this, even not at my best. Enough damage to end this insanity here with Constantine looking to abscond with the Orb of Vorlav.

“Foolish Prince,” Constantine gritted out as he recovered himself and squeezed his eyes shut for a moment.

In the next, they snapped open and a bolt of his crimson fire slammed into me, propelling me into the wall and knocking out my cloaking.

I pushed off it, firing at will at his acolytes as a few of them struggled to their feet and took attack positions.

Screams filled the space as I tore into them, punishing, brutalizing, and burning them with my power.

Constantine roared and fired at me again, but I conjured a shield with my left hand, deflecting his magic just in time.

His eyes flamed and he delivered blow after blow, the impact of each one making my shield shudder under the extreme pressure as they rained down upon it.

I couldn’t continue firing upon his acolytes through it and he had me forced into a defensive position.

Motherfuck.

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