Page 81 of Sinister Hearts
“Magic is not always black and white, that’s all I’m saying,” Rocky retorted.
“If you continue to source magic from the darkness, it will take you, Rocky, and you will become a heretic!” I exclaimed, not believing what I was hearing.
“And what exactly is so bad about that?” Rocky asked with an icy tone.
I looked at her in complete disbelief. “Are you fucking insane?”
Rocky chuckled. “I’ve been insane, cousin. You just haven’t been around long enough to notice! Too busy with your Reaper.” Her words were painful, like salt to a wound.
“You have no clue what you’re saying!” I was absolutely astonished at her ignorance.
“But don’t I? We’re expected to hold an oath to a realm we’ve never even been to. A realm where we aren’t welcome! I only hold an oath to myself! Neither of these realms are coming forward to help us, to claim us! As if we’ve been shunned! I fight for me and the ones I love. If that makes me a bad person, then so be it!” Rocky’s eyes went black, her words sinking into me like a bean growing sprouts.
A single seed is all it takes to grow a plant. I have an idea. Ma’s words wrapped me up in warmth.
“You do what’s never been done before.”
My prima was right.
Present time-
“You!” A morbid voice came from my dry, coarse throat. I followed his running footsteps. I could sense his fear still in the air. My eyes went white, my hair and skin tingling as gravity shifted. Objects in the room were floating in frozen catastrophic time.
Vadon attempted to run to the metal doors but fumbled over his feet in terror. His cries surrounded the walls and laughterpossessed my throat at his weakness. “I do enjoy watching you squirm.”
Vadon began pounding on the door, desperate for a way out. “Someone help me, please!” he cried out.My, my, how the tables have turned.
I then heard a muffled voice coming from the other side of the metal doors, “Faye, don’t do this! Don’t taint your soul over this bastard, do you hear me? Don’t become him!”
The words slipped from my mental cage surrounded by sweet vengeance.
“Baby girl, please, open the door. Don’t do this. Don’t bargain your soul for this motherfucker. Gods dammit!” Jax pounded on the door as my mental hold on the locked doors battled with his vigorous strength. “Gods dammit, Faye!” his Reaper screeched with indignation.
I simply did not care. I wanted to bathe and bask in Vadon’s blood.A baptism, if you will. All in the name of my mother. He crawled over to a corner in dismay.
“Nobody can save you!” I screamed at him as the octaves waved. He watched me in terror. “Death would be too easy for a revolting soul like yours,” I spit out. “Death would be a simple pleasure of peace, that you are not deserving of!”
Vadon levitated into the air, stuck, unable to move from fear. He looked into my milky white eyes.
“Do you see me now?” My voice echoed in low raspy whispers.
He began to weep in mercy. “Please, please, I’m so sorry!”
Laughter filled my tainted veins. “I bestow no mercy on you. As you have had none for the souls you’ve sacrificed!” I cast my finger on him, inflicting agony upon his vile skin.
Vadon screamed as his veins began to thicken, spreading like thick black tree branches across his body.
“Hear me now, for you will feel every ounce of suffering you have inflicted upon others.”
Screams belonging to his victims screeched as they infiltrated his body. Vadon began to choke and seize.
“You will live to suffer. Every day, you will bask in shame and guilt for what you’ve done, and you shall never know peace!” I shouted in vexation. “I bind you, Vadon, from doing harm to others. I bind you, from any happiness. I bind your treacherous soul!” I dropped my finger.
His passageways began to fill with thick, coarse blood.
“Behold my blood sacrifice!” I called out to the gods, claiming my deliverance to hell. I stood underneath Vadon’s frozen, mangled body, hovering above me as his blood trickled upon my forehead. I held my arms wide open, ready for my second initiation to take its rightful place. The foundation of the building shook with hell itself.
“NO!” Jax shouted from beyond the door. He could not pass. His pounds on the door were silenced by Vadon’s screams.
