Page 210 of Seer Prophet

Feigran flinched, lowering his eyes.

“Of course, father,” he said, chastened.

“Then you musttry harder,my son.” Menlim folded long white hands. “You know I would do this for you myself if I could, but I cannot. Very, very few can do what comes to you like breathing, my precious brother. You were given a gift. A very rare and beautiful gift. One you cannot squander due to conflicted loyalties about your family… not when they have made their own loyalties so demonstrably clear.”

Feigran nodded, wincing. Sharp whispers of silver light coiled around him, looking for his secrets, pulling on him from that endless dark––

The father wanted his secrets.

He wanted to chew on him, gobble them up.

“We need you, brother Prophet.” Menlim’s voice grew softer. “You know this. They have one like you now. One who does not have our interests at heart.”

An image flickered past Feigran’s face.

Green eyes, shades darker than those of the Bridge.

Black hair. Full lips.

Slender but curved body, similar to the one her daughter was growing into now. Terian remembered her. He remembered her from Saigon. He remembered the way Revi’ panted after her. The way he wanted to stick his dick in her, even then.

Terian hated her there, in Saigon. He hated her in Brazil.

He hated her still.

She was the reason he lost his brother. That bitch-whore-cunt of a mother stole his brother Revi’ from him. She hunted him like a snake.

She confused him, toyed with his mind.

“Kali.” He whispered the name, feeling a harder vibration invade his light.

“She will tell Brother Sword things.” Menlim watched his face. “She will tell him things that could harm us. Things that could harmyou,my brother. She will twist her words, twist the truth, but the Adhipan will believe everything she says. Your brother the Sword will believe her. You know this. You know of his weakness with her.”

Terian did know that.

He knew that cunt, all too well.

He owed her things. Promises were made. Vows unfulfilled.

After so many long years, those vows were past due for collection. Punishments must be exacted. Fees must be levied.

“You remember what I told you, brother?” Menlim’s voice grew gentle.

“You said you would give her to me.” Terian felt that heat spread through his limbs, warming his throat, his cock. “You said I could have her when this was done. You said I could keep her. That I could keep her as long as I wanted. To do with as I wish.”

“I did.” Menlim inclined his head. “I did tell you that. I vowed it, brother. I vow it still. With every element in my light, I vow it. With the light of my own son, I vow it.”

Revi’. He meant Revi’.

Thinking about this, about Revi’, about that bitch who took him away, who brainwashed him, made him promises––

He thought about justice. He thought about finally making things right.

Pain coursed through him, crippling him.

“Bring them to Dubai, beloved brother,” Menlim instructed. “There is still some chance they will turn away from this thing. Do not let them. Do whatever you have to do to bring them to Dubai. Once they are here, you will bring them to me.”

Feigran nodded.

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