Page 194 of The Gods Order

Death uncoils from Creed’s hands in long, controlled arcs that cut through the space between us. Kyzen moves in the same breath. The timing of everything shifts. Not visibly or dramatically but just enough to accelerate our powers.

My Chaos flows free.

The baby blue and burgundy streaks of power slink from my fingertips as Amick directs us.

Left. Now. Hold. Adjust.

Every movement we make folds into the others like we’ve rehearsed this in over a hundred lifetimes that haven’t happened.

Kirabitch barely moves from his spot. A pulse of power here, a swipe of his arm there. He never strikes back.

Frightening. That’s very fucking worrisome.

My power shifts and out pop dozens of copies of my brothers and myself. They screech at the top of their lungs like they’ve truly lost their minds, and for a heartbeat, our father’s eyes flare.

He turns his gaze straight to me, real me. Never for a second did he doubt where I stood. He fucking grins.

This may be the first time in my life he’s ever looked at me like that.

Hopefully, it’s the last.

“Interesting development.”

Nothing about that is comforting.

I allow my smirk to morph into one that matches his.

“Round around and round again,

Brothers, father, blood and sin.

Laughing, humming, count to four…

Someone doesn’t leave this war.”

My giggle doesn’t drown out the sounds roaring behind us.

Steel meeting steel. Screams. Curses. Grunts and groans.

Their fight continues as our dance drags on.

Each shift my brothers and I make, our father matches. The closer we get to him, the more the essence of his Veil surrounds him. It doesn’t swallow him whole. It seemingly…holds him.

It’s like it’s both protecting and empowering him.

“This is never going to fucking work, genius,” I grunt at Amick. “Any other grand ideas?’

He does what he always fucking does and stares ahead in unwavering concentration. Small murmurs of instructions slip past his lips and although I’d rather punch him in the damn face, I still do whatever he commands.

All the while, Kira still never cast his power against us.

He…observes. His head turns slightly as Creed’s next wave of Death threads through the space in front of him. Close but not close enough to wrap around his fucking throat.

“Attack the Veil,” Amick says.

“What?” Kyzen barks.

“Attack it.”