Page 7 of Broken Souls
If any of the archangels get wind of this, we’re all dead. They will not limit their killing to just his gang. They are responsible for keeping the balance of the Seven Planes, of which Earth is one – albeit it isignorant of that fact, and an army of hybrids will threaten that balance as they are more powerful than either of their parents, almost putting them on par with a demigod. One existing isn’t an issue to the archangels. But an entire army? Every sup in this city would be worth sacrificing then – simply kill everyone to make sure you get them all.
So I need to take measures just as drastic. I need to strike an alliance with the Blood Fangs. Our two gangs might be at peace now under a fragile treaty, but the war before was long and bloody.
Mother was born as a breedmare only a hundred years ago, gifted away to our father before she was even named. On their wedding day, the Death Hunt attacked the venue and killed her dad. She, in turn, killed their Boss’ mate and their unborn pups.
She had fourteen children during that time of war. None of them survived long enough to see their twenty-second birthdays, most having been brutally killed by the other two gangs. Aleric even sent their butchered bodies back to her, cut up and packaged to be delivered through the mail as he couldn’t pass the ward around our house. Rightfully angry, Mother then retaliated by killing a hundred of his vampires in a single night, gaining her the name Reaper of the Sired.
Any alliance between us and the Blood Fangs is going to be hard won, but hopefully it’ll give us the edge we need to catch Antonio off guard and kill him.
Whatever it takes, we must stop him before he makes his army and damns us all.
Stepping into my office, I open the messenger app and see the text I sent Aleric a few hours ago:
Varius:I know Antonio is planning on making hybrids.
As well as his answer, which was delivered when I was sucking on Micha’s tits:
Aleric:k
I didn’t expect him to break down and immediately ask us to help him now that we’re in the know, but I expected more than a ‘k.’ His gang is being slaughtered, and although Aleric cares for no one but himself, he is smart enough to understand that he won’t survive this coming war. Either Antonio will kill him or the archangels will.
Varius:We should talk.
Aleric:k
Varius:Today?
Aleric:k
My eyes narrow. I was about to suggest meeting him behind the library – a traditional place of parlay that is still honored, even by Antonio, but his Ks are really starting to piss me off.
Varius:When and where?
Aleric:k
Varius:That isn’t an answer.
Aleric:k
Varius:We ran into Antonio last night. He’s jacked up on something hard. You can’t win alone.
Aleric:k
My fingers tighten on my phone as I resist the urge to toss it on my desk and give up on this damn conversation. But as annoying as the Boss of the Blood Fangs is, we need his gang as much as he needs ours. Antonio is now faster than a fucking bullet – something that shouldn’t be possible. Whatever he’s doing to himself, whatever dark magic he’s messing with or whatever drug he’s pumping into himself, it’s made him too strong for us to kill on our own, especially since his kind is naturally resistant to magic to begin with. So we need the Blood Fangs as canon fodder.
But I don’t want him to think we’re just as desperate as he is. When it comes time for us to negotiate the terms of our alliance, I will do it from a position of power.
Varius:Enjoy your final moments then.
He doesn’t immediately reply like he has been.
Just as I start to think he won’t at all, he texts:Finished jacking off to a picture of your mom. You should try it to get that stick out of your ass.
My blood boils.
Aleric:My house at three. And bring me a picture of Sau. I wrapped this one around my dick and now it’s all torn. Got a bit too rough. Also got too much jizz on it.
Varius:Insult my mother again, and I’ll kill you myself.
