Page 168 of Her Destined Alpha
Keeping the spell intact, I whispered another.
“Don’t do it!” she shrieked, lunging at me, but before she reached me, I motioned my hands apart, feeling the extreme force of the thread I was trying to break burn within me. I didn’t stop, whispering the last words of the spell. Endora’s scream of rage and anguish filled the air, ringing in my ears, and my head pounded at the sheer level of her shrieks.
She rammed into me, not caring for the flames that were burning her skin.
“If I can’t have her, then I will have you!” she hissed.
She began chanting a spell, her hands tight around my throat, but I simply glared at her. An earth-shattering blast knocked her far back, slamming her into some of the threads that were still woven around us before she hit the ground. I walked towards her, grabbing her by the front of her black dress.
“I think if the god of death himself cannot contain you… I will do the favour for him!” I hissed.
A spell that Endora used to use on me years ago came to the front of my mind. I chanted it, watching the flames wrap around her, my own pain and memories returning to the forefront of my mind. She shrieked in pure agony.
“Stop it! Stop it! You cannot beat me!” she hissed.
“This is the spell you loved to punish me with, right? Do you know… the flames didn’t really work on me? I’m sure you are feeling it so much more…” I watched the never-ending flames eat away at her.
Now to send her to Hades himself…I dragged her up, ready to push her through the veil as she struggled and writhed in my hold.
“No! No! I need to kill my sons for disobeying me! You cannot defeat me!”
I ignored her, dragging her towards the shimmering veil. The crack was inviting me to it… I looked away.
Focus, Del…
This was the part I had planned on my own. I didn’t want to risk Endora finding another way back to hurt those that I loved. I dragged her past the crack in the veil to an untouched part of it.
“W-what are you doing?”
“Do you know that when you made me contact the ones beyond the grave for answers… you allowed me the chance to learn the darkest of spells?” I looked at her coldly.
“You-you can’t... you cannot open a gateway….” She looked horrified, and I smiled wryly.
“Oh, I assure you I can,” I said.
I dropped her to the floor, the flames still burning her. The agony and pain on her face were clear, but her anger still overruled it.
I closed my eyes, chanting one spell I refused to tell Endora. I had once attempted to perform it, but I had missed a few vital words… it was the spell that had eaten at my life force and the reason my hair had turned white. A spell that she had wanted me to perform for her, and in turn, she had been ready to let me die in the process…
She watched in pure horror, realisation settling in as she stared at me with pure hatred and rage.
“You… with this spell, I could have gotten the very first witches to earth so easily…”
I know. It’s why I would never have told you.
My power stormed around me, and even when she tried to grab me, it was futile; her hands were not even able to touch the surge of blinding force that emanated from me. How the tables had turned.
“I will change! Please! Delsanra!” she shrieked.
The first cracks in the veil appeared, and I could feel the pure heat that came from within. The burning flames could be seen, and I smiled.
“Look, Endora… the lowest pits of hell await you,” I whispered coldly.
Leaning down, I grabbed her by her arm and dragged her to the veil. I didn’t wait to hear anything from her, ignoring her shrieks and struggles. The power that this spell was taking from me was far too much. My chest tightened, and I used my full force to knock her through.
“If I’m going, so are you!” she hissed.
She yanked me by my hair, but I held my ground. The ghostly feeling of someone’s hands tightening around my waist told me Rayhan was waiting for me. I raised my hand, blasting her through the veil, and instantly let it snap shut. The last thing I heard was her scream of despair before I was met with complete darkness.
