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Pain travelled down his spine, and the wash of blood ran down his legs.
Tehdra!
His power surged, and the chakra of his flames seemed to dance with the darkness.
The columns shook and a cry of piercing agony echoed. The skin in between the scales rippling over her skin bubbled and melted.
The Darkan flinched from the heat of Ajali’s flames as his shirt was incinerated. He disappeared with the shadows, taking his princess away from the fire that seared the dungeon. Power glided on the air as black flames spewed from Tehdra in a wide arch.
The agony that vibrated through Ajali as they wetted his skin was any unlike he’d ever suffered. With a bellow, he threw her from him, and they tumbled to the ground. She spun in a graceful slide, facing him.
He crouched, allowing the rage to cloud his mind, distantly admiring the cruelty that bled from her, the sheer malevolence in her form.
“Everyone in your kingdom is alive because she cares for you,” the Darkan said, stepping from the shadows beside Ajali. Black flames similar to Tehdra’s surrounded the Darkan, protecting their skin from his Phoenyx.
“The shackles will not hold her.”
Ajali nodded. “What plan do you have to rid her of this madness?”
“The elixir of Boreas has proven to heal the psychic crack, aiding our kind in retaining some control over the beast.”
“Administer it.”
“I have attempted twice. The elixir was wasted.”
“Try once more,” Ajali said and surged forward, chains whistling from his hands, encasing her. He flashed on her back, gritting his teeth as the brutal edges of her wings cut deep into his flesh. The Darkan appeared, forcing her mouth open to pour in the elixir. Ajali released his flames, trying to subdue her as black fire spat from her mouth towards her brother. Chains melted as her fire landed, and the earth shook as the Darkan slammed his fist into her throat, trying to stop the spew of flames. Dozens of chains whined through the air as they tried to bind her once more, and Ajali understood it was only possible because of his presence. She did not want his death. Even in the midst of such violent rage and blood thirstiness, the beast wanted to protect its mate.
“My king!” The Serangite Ruxia yelled. Her face was pale as she stared at Tehdra with wide eyes. “The prophecy unfolds,” Ruxia said in a strangled voice.
He ignored Xian’s harsh gasp of denial, and Bastien’s order that Ajali release Tehdra at once.
She was constrained, his swords impaling her wings, her back twisted and broken, clavicle cracked from the blow dealt by her brother, yet she raged. The darkness staining his veins grew colder. To say he was surprised that Tehdra was the prophesied killer would be a lie. Nothing about Tehdra would ever surprise him again. She would rip out his throat and drink his blood in rage. Drink his blood. He gathered power, not certain of what he planned, and punched through the pathway that she’d formed with him. The agony of encountering such evil lashed at his skin, burned at his soul.
Ajali.
He barely heard the smooth huskiness of her voice whispered so softy against his mind. She still fought, buried in the viciousness of her essence. He tried to find her along their link, to see her as clearly as before but only encountered a veil he could not pierce.
Tehdra.
“Is there no weakness of her beast?” He tried to hold onto their wavering connection.
The Darkan’s cold gaze touched his face. “Your blood will hold her enthralled for a few seconds at most.”
“Give me the elixir.”
“My king, no!” the Serangite yelled as the Darkan threw Ajali the elixir.
He drank the elixir in one gulp. With a slash of his swords he loosened the chains around Tehdra and released her wings. Ajali slammed into Tehdra’s mind with the force of his Phoenyx, hoping to go deeper into the darkness as she threw him into the wall cracking the structure of the dungeon. He did not fight as she slammed him to the ground and impaled his shoulders with her wings. He slashed up his sword not to cut her or defend, but to lay open a vein at his neck. He flared out the chakra of his Phoenyx, surrounding them with a barrier of crimson flames. His blades would not sit lightly while she ripped into his throat. They would be able to see them through the flames but would be unable to interrupt. For to penetrate his barrier, they risked incineration.
Tehdra didn’t hesitate. The scent, the lure of his blood the only thing she understood. She roared as fangs lengthened even more, scales rippled, and she plunged her fangs deep into his neck, tearing and drinking.
Sweeter than the most violent of negative chakra.
Hot.
Potent.
Spicy.
