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As for the other leg, this was made of copper, and attached to her body in such a way it looked as if it had been fused on to her hip. The join looked forever painful as the skin around it was burnt and puckered. The metal that did show became a stark contrast to the rest of her flawless skin. Both legs, real and not, were covered in thigh-high dark boots made from the skin of a Vipera. They were known as a Demonic grass snake that usually lived underground in the soul fields, and were often hunted for their skin and succulent meat.
These boots were also wrapped with long lengths of thin straps made from the same material. As for her the junction between her thighs, this too was covered by the same straps of dark Vipera skin. Being wrapped across her hips, and in between her legs in a V shape, covering only some of her hairless feminine mound.
“Annika Empusa.” I uttered her full name and title, doing so with a grit of my teeth.
“My Lord Greed,” she replied softly, tossing back one side of her robe and folding her real leg back so as she was free to gracefully bow.
“Is my father aware that I'm here?” I questioned sternly. I wanted whatever this was to be done with and fucking quickly!
“No, my Lord, for you are not really here, as it is merely your connection to this place that I sought out, doing so subconsciously,” she admitted in that gentle, unnerving voice of hers.
“You brought me here… but why?” I practically growled the question, knowing what this time unconscious could cost me.
“Drastic measures are cause enough for drastic actions to take place,” she replied, giving me nothing!
“Why? What has happened? My father, is he…” I pressed, to which she held up her hand and stopped me before my concern could grow further.
“Fear not, for the King is well… however, I do not know for how long the peace will be maintained, for we are on the cusp of war.” I scowled at this.
“What?! How? And why was I not informed?!”
“Because the fate of that war lies solely in your hands and the hands of your Siren.” I gritted my teeth again. I didn’t like hearing my father’s sorcerer speak of her.
“What do you know of my Siren?” I demanded, yet she didn’t answer me the way I hoped.
“I brought you here, my Lord, despite the risk.”
“And just how did you bring me here, Annika?” I asked suspiciously.
“The crystal that was used as a weapon against you not long ago is the very one that runs through my veins and beats at my core,” she told me, making a red glow emit from beneath her hood as if coming from where her eyes would be.
“But how is this possible?” I asked, shocked to hear such a thing could happen. But then she surprised me further.
“A piece of my heart was stolen and now I fear it is to be forged as a weapon against the very gateways of Hell,” she said before unclasping her robe and revealing her chest, now showing me the large angry scar that ran between her small breasts. One that had marred the skin surrounding it with branches of angry red veins.
“You speak of the Veil?” I asked, as this was what we called it when an old, deactivated portal was so close to the veil of Hell. She bowed her head at this, indicating that yes, she did, now adding to the long fucking list of things that had cause for great concern.
“You must recover the scepter before it is used as a weapon against us all and before the mortal world is lost to whoever wields it.”
“What is it you think I have been trying to do all this time, Annika?!” I couldn’t help but snap.
“Ah but, my Lord, you were missing a piece, and I do not speak of the gold you can hold in your hand but the treasure you will now hold in your heart. For your Greed has now shifted in nature.” I thought instantly to my Siren and knew she spoke the truth, for I could feel the change myself.
“Again, you speak of my Siren,” I said, stating the obvious.
“She will be the key.” I narrowed my eyes at this and felt my hands fist at my sides.
“No! I will have her nowhere near this danger, if and when it may arise” I snarled angrily. Just the thought of that dark part of my world touching her any more than it already had, enraged me. When I think back to what had happened in that bathroom, or more like what could have happened had I not heard her cries for help… it made my Demonic blood boil.
“Her path is already being walked upon, and it is paved by the stones the Fated God lay themselves… but you know this, for they led her to you and as your father’s son, you also know that nothing can fight against destiny.”
“You will no longer speak of this!” I snapped, slicing a frustrated hand down through the air, one that was getting hotter with my anger and crackled like thunder. But she shook her head slightly, re-covering her breasts as she told me,
“My silence will not stop what is near, as Baal Zabu is coming for his revenge.”
I growled at the name, for it was true, he had been an enemy of my father’s for over a thousand years. But then he did blame the House of Greed for the part we played in getting him banished from Lucifer’s good graces.
Baal Zabu, better known to the mortal realm as Beelzebub has had his sights set on Lucifer’s throne from the very beginning. And although the fucker was cunning, in the end, he just didn’t have the same kind of power that Lucifer held. This despite having a fucking big army at his disposal. Which meant that, now, it seemed his aspirations of ruling had shifted and become focused on the mortal realm. Hence why, even from his imprisonment in Tartarus within the very depths of Hell, he had somehow possessed the man I had been hunting for years…
