Page 212 of Gift from the Source
He’s dying.
Core.
Caspian
The fleeting screams pierce my ears, and a smile crosses my face.
They should be grateful I spare them such quick deaths.
I wish they could see it was me laying waste to them.
Their ingenious illusion may have separated me from my family, but all it did was put me in the belly of the beast.
I allowed my shadows to carry me out of the turbulences of the elements and they led me right here.
Right on their side of the line.
The fools run past me, mistaking me as the shadows of all their bodies as they plow headfirst toward my brothers. My Primary.
Some slip by. It’s inevitable with this many fucking pests, but some unfortunate many won’t get free of me.
Somewhere near the tree line, a collection of bodies is starting to pile up as I pluck them from their stampede and kill them on their way to their final destination.
I’ll continue to erase as many of them from existence as I make my way toward the line of traitors and rapists ahead of me.
My gaze trails over the back of the heads of those who will die painful deaths if I get my way.
Why the fuck is there one missing?
I furiously look around for the one I was most looking forward to getting my hands on.
He will not escape me.
I’ll hunt the ends of this realm to find that rapist fucker who dared touch what’s mine.
My anger seeps out of me as I shove a shadow dagger through the neck of a man as he runs through my shadows. I drop him into my black abyss and shiver as his body hits the ground wherever my darkness releases him.
The Everglows.
My Primary has already rid the realm of their vile, delusional, stalker daughter. The entire Nexus has proven to be dangerously delusional. The fact they believe they can promise ownership of someone is disgusting. How they die doesn’t matter to me. Just as long as they don’t breathe past today, I’ll be happy.
Dr. Drin.
For all the times I had to experience the way he shoved a needle into my Primary. The blood-curdling screams that tore through her throat as a child haunt me. She was a sweet, curious, innocent baby. He gave no fucks as he traumatized her when he drew her blood.
Claven.
Traitor. For Tillman, I will string him up and deliver him to his feet.
Vicki Gale and her sorry-ass excuse of Nexus members.
Pran and Dillon may have not admitted it to themselves in their two hundred years of torture, but I will not excuse it. She raped them and she will pay dearly for that. They have convinced themselves that it was consensual. The only way.Consent by coercion is not consent at all.
Malvolio Choice. The Summum-Master.
His crimes speak for him. His death may have to be quicker than I wish for. As much as I loathe to admit it, he will go down in history as the most formidable foe we will ever know. He will die as soon as one of us can get to him. It will still be satisfying for me, but I won’t be able to risk toying with him first.
And that bitch.
