Page 134 of Lucifer's Redemption

“Imagine the surface,” I whispered, grabbing Loki’s hand. “It could be ten times worse above the water.”

Loki shook his head. “No, surely not. Maybe Poseidon is angry and that’s why the waves move.”

Silas stepped away from the window, motioning for us to follow him down the hall. It was eerily quiet as we entered the room we were forbidden from before. Silas parted the shells, but Loki and I remained outside. “Come.” Silas waved again.

We squeezed our hands together as we walked inside. The dim room was filled with purple and blue lights, and a round table sat in the middle. Loki and I huddled near the clinking shells of the doorway way as Silas put his hands on the table.

“Poseidon cannot control the seas as well when he is out of his element. If there is a raging storm on the surface causing the forceful waves, it is being created by something else.”

Stepping forward, I let go of Loki’s hand and silently walked to the table. It wasn’t really a table at all, it was a map of all the oceans. On one side was Bergarian where white caps trailed across the seas of both the East and West. Earth was no different, the Pacific and Atlantic oceans were riddled with hurricanes, waterspouts, and tsunamis. There were even huge storms that swept across both ocean and land.

“Zeus,” I muttered. “He controls the sky. If his storms are powerful enough, they can invade the water.” Silas only hummed in agreement.

Biting my lip, my thoughts went spiraling down into a dark place. As much as I loved spending my time with Luci, as much as I loved the life around me, the only way to stop this was for me to face the evil myself.

If I don’t follow Luci to the Celestial Kingdom, the worlds will end, and innocent lives will continue to die. The fate of the realms was in my hands, no matter how much Luci wanted to protect me. If I didn’t go many would die. Even if I did, we still may enter the same fate, but I had to try.

What could I possibly do to make this madness stop?

Gripping the table with my head hovering over the moving picture, a tear dropped into one of the oceans. It rippled, calming the white caps, ceasing their travel over the ocean. Each tear that fell rippled, all the way into the next realm, calming the seas and the storms. My innocent gasp as I watched the map of the world calm had me grip my fist.

“Go.”A gentle voice echoed in my head.

“Go.”

My eyes glanced around the room. I only could see Loki and Silas watching the moving map before me still.

“Go.”Each voice was different, more determined than the last.

Go? Go after I promised Luci that I would stay?

My fingers played with each other, interlacing with one another until finally, with a determined spirit, I made my decision. I knew what I had to do. I knew exactly what was required of me. Looking to my hands, I traced my fingertips that once touched a lying soul. I sucked the lie right from their body and it turned to ash before dropping to the floor. Even with my powers still weak, I was able to pull the guilt from Zeus when he was burdened.

I was no warrior. I could barely lift the weights Luci used every day to strengthen his body. I could barely reach the top of the bed without jumping. In every sense of the word, I was weak. Weak in body, but I wasn’t weak in the mind. Luci made up for my weak body, and in return, I would use my newfound power to help him, the gods, my family, and the realms.

“We have to go,” I muttered, still looking at my hands. Loki put his arm around me, hugging me to his chest. “Please,” I spoke more boldly.

Loki’s smirk grew, and he brushed his fingernails against his black shirt to polish them. “I’ve never been one to follow rules, and I’m not about to start now.” Loki grabbed my hand to pull me outside when Silas’ tentacles gripped my ankle.

“I can’t let you do this; I promised my master. I promised the Prince of the Underworld to take care of you.” Silas’ tentacles lifted his body to twice the size of Loki. “I have to keep my word,” he growled.

“There will be no Master if I don’t go.” I pulled at my leg. “There will be no more gods, no humans, no worlds of fantasy. If I don’t go, we all perish. If I go, we may have a chance.”

Silas held onto my leg. The inner battle he had was enough for his body to sink back down to eye level.

“No more worlds mean no more mates. No chance of finding the other half of your soul, Silas.”

Silas stiffened, and the fluid movements of his tentacles ceased. A heavy sigh left his body as he loosened his arm, freeing my leg. Silas said no other words of opposition; he just gripped me into a tightened hug.

“Do what you must, and when you return, please save me from your mate’s wrath.”

I giggled pushing him away. “Everything will be fine.” I spouted the lie from my lips.

I wasn’t sure if everything would be alright, but I had to try.

“Getting there might be difficult.” Loki broke the awkward tension. “No carriage to go between worlds.”

Silas chuckled, crawling to the massive bookcase beside the bed. “You won’t need it. You have your animal, the raven.” Silas flipped the pages of an old book, opening up to a section on the gods who could shift. One was Athena who could turn into an owl. She was able to fly between realms with ease with her wings.

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