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DARK LORD OF SIN AND SING FOR ME: PART TWO
~DARK LORD SAINT~
She wouldn’t…
“More like he wouldn’t,”Blacky said, who was back in the sector of my tainted consciousness.
And yet he’s about to do exactly that.
I was too stunned to speak—or move for that matter—as all of us braced for what was about to ignite.
All eyes were centered on my Blossoming Flower, my sweet mate who had not only proven to be far more dangerous than the Vatican considered but had triggered her male entity—William—with the clear intention of doing the unthinkable.
Stealing yet another member of the Vile Queen’s entourage.
A lift of his arm encouraged the sole movement of the massive chain of metal that hung from the collar with immense purpose, triggering the beginning cracks that spread swiftly through the metallic surface and gave us all a quivering glimpse of the power it hid within.
Even I knew that the blast would be something none of us could handle, which was why the darkness inside me pushed for my abrupt movement. My body went into a sprint as shadows rushed to wrap around the building as swiftly as possible.
My move made the onlookers in white rush for shelter, but no wooden pew, statue, or metal door could protect anyone from the blast that was about to ignite through this space.
All that mattered was ensuring my mate didn’t die in the crossfire.
The back of my hand burned with purpose as streams of foreign power rushed through me. I knew right away it was from the others—streams of Dimitris’s intelligence, pulses of Neo’s flawless execution in magic, Jayce’s spikes of thriving drive, Onyx’s rushing force of protectiveness, Milo’s healing warmth, and surprisingly, Viktor's magic that yearned to empower my intention of protecting his Disciple.
None of them dared to ask questions as to why I, a Dark Lord, was suddenly filled with so much panic. Instead, they offered me their aid in the only way they knew would be beneficial to us all.
What would protect the root of our Forbidden Pack.
The truth in all of this was that I had no intention of pulling William away from the madness he was about to unleash.
Instead, I would stand behind him as the backbone of his abrupt decision-making in hopes that it would be enough for the both of us to survive the turmoil that would follow.
I hooked my arm around his waist and pressed against him as my eyes locked onto Arthur’s just briefly. It was but a mere few seconds, and yet it was as if I could truly see right through him.
The fear he harbored behind the layers of insanity.
The disappointment of always being second.
The agony of being a lone pup in this cruel world of devastation.
The loneliness of a broken heart…
I’d be a fool to ignore just how relatable that single look was, for I’d been in this man’s shoes years ago.
Before I’d been taken into the Forbidden Pack.
Heartbroken. Emotionless. A shell that yearned to cease this dull existence.
My resolve to survive after all I’d been through—used and abused physically, emotionally, sexually—was renewed when I was accepted by a pack of crazy fuckers who also dealt with the harsh weight of the world.
I was looking into the eyes of a man who wished to be saved but had long given up on the idea.
He’d rather be a villain, one who projected to the world that everything was but a game for him to play and enjoyed odds that would never be in his favor, than dream of being anything short of a hero, and fuck…it pained me to witness it through my own eyes.
To be reminded that I was him and if I turned a blind eye, he’d simply be a star that finally lost its spark for good.
Was that why Willow was triggered and William was now doing the unthinkable? Did they see what I saw…or was it even more than that?
