Page 44 of Hell Hath No Fury
“We do not choose souls who have a greater purpose,” I explained. “There is a … siren song, for lack of a better reference,” I scoffed, thinking of the legends of fishermen and the creatures who lured them to their deaths. “The right kind of men are drawn here, to this place, to us.” I pursed my lips. There were many men who came before him. Men who served their purposes, who gave us what we needed to create more of us.
It was their seed and nothing else that mattered.
His genetics didn’t matter much. Or at all. Though we were made of magick, though the act of motherhood was the most sacred piece of sorcery there was—therefore the importance of choosing that moment for yourself was the most important decision on this earth, and that choice had always and would always remain with the woman—but this part was just biology.
“The less remarkable the man, the better,” I informed him. “The bigger the scoundrel. It matters not, his deeds in life. It matters only that they are not long for this world. With or without us, they will meet Death.”
I stared at him, seeing the man who had lingered briefly in the OtherWorld before I intervened.
“I have to kill you,” I murmured.
I pulled in a breath and called the fire. Even though I knew significant parts of me would burn too.
The End.
For now…
