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“Careful, Greed, we could just slit his throat right here and now, he might not die, but his vessel would be no more,” the one I was calling Scarface threatened, and now I could see the wicked looking blade held under Vander’s neck.
“Fucking do it!” Vander snarled, making Ryker hold up his hand to stop them from following through with the threat on his friend.
“Well, isn’t this a touching scene?” A new voice spoke, coming from around the corner. The sound of authority laced every word, and I could hear the clear contempt he had for Ryker.
As for the way he looked, he was tall and made to look bigger through the layers of clothes he wore. His chest seemed to be covered in some kind of armored jacket, with thick leather straps buckled diagonally across his chest and abdomen. Underneath this I could see a black shirt and tie that matched his dark trousers.
But the item of clothing that made him look bigger was the over jacket, one that was long and finishing at his knees. This was left open with the large triangular collar folded back at the sides, resting tall at the back of his neck and head giving him the appearance of a magic-wielding warlord. The sides of his black jacket edged with silver buttons like this was some kind of military attire and he was getting ready for war.
As for his face, the best way to describe him was pure arrogance, like it was dripping from every pore. The sides of his head were shaven and the black long lengths on top slicked back. He had deep set eyes, like burning coals, black edged and glowing fire at the centers. These were made to look even more menacing with the slash of his brows set as if he was permanently scowling. His sneering lips were framed with thick black hair in a trimmed goatee. Just everything about this man screamed villain.
“Hector,” Ryker snarled before stepping forward and stopping when Vander screamed.
The smell of burning flesh filled the air and making me feel sick. But then we saw the cause because the man held up his hand and the glowing red stone was clutched between his fingers. He was the one doing this to Vander, and I felt the bile in my throat I wanted to spit at him like acid.
Naturally, Ryker stopped once more in his tracks.
“Recognize this, I see. I stole it back from that fucking snake, Gastin, after he had given it to one of your whore cast offs because, clearly, nothing comes close to fucking a Siren,” he sneered, making Ryker growl dangerously.
“Of course, she didn’t put up much of a fight when I broke her neck, but then, I guess I did you a favor seeing as word around is you had a bounty put on her head for stealing your Siren for Gastin.” I swallowed hard at this knowledge, knowing that she was intended to die at Ryker’s hands.
“One less problem for me to face, Hector, but I doubt you came here for fucking payment,” Ryker snarled, as if seconds away from losing it.
“Oh, but I did, Son of Greed, and I fully intend on collecting!”
“She is mine!” Ryker snarled Demonically and, this time, it wasn’t a side of him I had heard before, telling me now that his Demon was closer than ever to breaking through.
“Yes, well the Fates may think so but after tonight, she will be tied to me whether she wants it or not.” This time I found my own anger lashing out.
“Never, asshole!” I snapped, making him grin.
“Mmm, I do like them spirited. Of course, at first, I thought to only use her as bait, to lure you into opening your vault so as I could retrieve the last part of my scepter… but now I scent that I am being offered something far greater.” Ryker stepped closer and threatened,
“It’s not your fucking scepter, Hector, and you know it! Now as for my Siren… SHE IS MINE!” he roared, making me flinch back as the Demon’s anger erupted from him. As for Hector, he didn’t seem to show even the slightest bit of concern.
“Well, I hold two of the pieces and will soon hold the last, so your thoughts on ownership matter little to me.”
“Over my fucking dead body!” Ryker snarled.
“Yes, but what about hers?” he asked, smirking and making Ryker grit his teeth. When Ryker took another step forward, he paused when Hector raised his hand and said,
“I wouldn’t, if I were you, for I could quite easily give your claimed a little taste of what I am putting poor Vander through here.” It felt as if every muscle in Ryker froze hearing this, making him growl viciously.
“Now imagine my surprise when turning up at the auction, where I could bid on a Siren, only to find two for sale and one of them, the little bitch, I had been trying to use against you. Now I would call that Fate, wouldn’t you, Ryker?”
“I will fucking burn you to ash, Baal Zabu, for I know that is who you truly are at your core, his fucking puppet! And let it be known that I swear this, you will die by Greed’s hand!” Ryker vowed Demonically, at the same time something was changing within him. It started as the material on his gray jacket started to split, and black spikes tipped with gold began to push their way through at his shoulders. I looked down at his hands that started to elongate, his skin turning to black with gold dusted at the knuckles. Long wicked talons pushed his trimmed nails out of the way, the cuticles framed with tiny spikes.
“Yes, well I think that’s going to be pretty hard to do from where you are headed… after all, it seems like I no longer need you, Ryker Wyeth,” he said, but before either of us could put a stop to this threat, a portal was suddenly appearing behind us both. I screamed as Demonic arms came from within it, reaching out and trying to grab Ryker. However, I was too close, making Ryker react to save me, pushing me aside just as they grabbed him instead.
Then before I could do a single thing, I watched in horror as they pulled him through, instead of touching me.
“RYKER, NO!” I screamed, helpless to do anything but watch as they dragged the man I loved…
Back to Hell.
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CURSED GOLD
