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That’s all the Oracle would tell us. Maybe this is the reason for the meeting, it’s the right time, her daughter, our future Queen, would be coming of age now.
I get out of bed and drag my tired as hell ass to the shower. Ever since the Coming Out, all of us Kings have been swamped with requests to turn the humans. You can’t, you’re either born this way or not at all. Humans technically came from us. What these humans don’t realize is thousands of years ago many of our species tried and failed to create more of us, without doing it the natural way. All that happened was death. And no matter how many times we tell the world we can’t change humans, they don’t believe us.
Some cross breeding can at times make a dud. And since the mate call only comes to us Supernatural beings, the dud’s born in our families are cast out, so they can find happiness on their own. At least before I became King.
Most dud’s choose to leave, but I don’t make them. If they want to stay, they can. Some are happy, leaving for a short time and come back with a spouse and make a life here. Other’s want nothing to do with us, jealously is usually the cause. Whether it’s because they can’t be powerful, or they wanted someone but that someone was mated or destined to be mated.
Thankfully not much blood shed happens, since us Immortals are unkillable, to an extent. Human’s however die so easily. Anything can kill them.
Witches, you need their birthing Cull, it’s sort of like a veil that covers a newborns face as they are born, to kill them. But because Witches are smart in how they hide their Culls, it’s rare when a witch dies. In my eight hundred years only three witches have perished. And not because someone found their Cull to murder them. No because they did it to themselves.
Immortality isn’t for everyone.
For the rest of us Immortals, you can die in battle with another of our kind. Severing our head and burning it in hellfire. It’s the only way. And again, it doesn’t happen often. Usually we battle and the losing side goes to the jails for a few hundred years to become rehabilitated.
Knocking sounds on my bedroom door as I finish getting dressed. “My King, we really must be leaving now.” Tristian again voices, sounding desperate to be on the road.
“I’m ready to leave, Tristian, lets be off.” He bows his head and rushes away towards the front doors.
Time to go see what the Oracle wants.
Chapter 4
Raven
I storm into my aunt’s house, screaming the place down. “Ravenna! Get your ass out here, we have to talk!” After the crazy witch was in my shop, I finally went to the storage locker, and found my birth record. I was shocked as shit to find out that my birthday isn’t in two weeks, it’s actually four weeks away. Why was I lied to about something so stupid?
“Calm my sweet Raven, what’s got you troubled?” she looks concerned but now I’m wondering if it’s fake.
“Had some looney toons of a witch come by the shop today. Claiming to my mother, that I’m a witch and queen and all this other bullshit.” I cross my arms, waiting for her to reply. I watch her face, it shudders slightly, and I know then my whole life has been a lie.
“Oh dear, Lilith promised me I would be the one to slowly break the news to you.” She sighs.
I back up slightly and really look at this woman, this woman that raised me. “It’s all true then? Everything she said to me?”
She steps forward, holding a hand out for me, her eyes begging me to take it, but I don’t. Tears form in her eyes as she drops her hand back to her side. “Yes my dear, Raven. Everything she said was truth. The people who raised you were from our local coven, they didn’t know you were the Oracle’s child, just a witch girl that was abandoned. Lilith and I put a spell on them that would cloak who I was so they would think I was blood related, so that I could keep watch over you. However, even though Lilith is the Oracle, she didn’t foresee them dying as early as they did.”
I move around the living room, sitting down on the couch, my head resting in my hands. I feel a headache coming on. Why the hell was all this kept from me my whole life? Isn’t this something I should have known or been told about? You know, instead of it bringing sprung on me out of no where.
“Raven, dear.” Ravenna comes and sits next to me, taking my hand in hers. “Everything has been done for a reason. Most witches do know their true nature and who they are, but because of the war and more to come, you weren’t in the know about any of it until it was time. With your thirtieth upon us there is no choice but to tell you now.”
I pull my head up and look at her. “What else do I need to know now? This is whacked as hell.”
She gives me a sad smile. “My dear, I’m sorry that you are taking it this way, but I promise you, once you start to learn more of who you are. You’ll be the strongest witch out of all of us.”
“She also mentioned something else.” I blow out a weary breath. “Mates.” Is all I say and Ravenna’s mouth twitches trying to hole back a smile.
“Yes, all immortal beings have them. Witches are the only ones that have multiples, and even that is still rare. It’s always the Queen, sometimes strong heads of covens will take on more. It depends on how your soul was split at birth. It’s another reason why you will have so many.”
I whine like a toddler. “But four men? One is more than enough. Damn.”
“I have every faith in you Raven. If anyone can get accustomed to that lifestyle, it’s you. Your mother as well.”
“So, wait. I have more than one father?”
“You have one biological father, but yes, essentially you do have four. Your mother wanted more children, at least one with each mate, but the wars were starting and there wasn’t a chance to give you more siblings.”
“Gah, Ravenna. This is just too much.”
