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It’s the first time I’ve been willing to lie to save another.
“Hisssss!”
I’m not sure what that answer means, but Alaric’s manic laughter forces me to pay attention to him as he raises his hands in the sky.
“Ready to die, Guinevere?” He beams. “I’ll find a way to survive this! I’ve been granted immunity if I get rid of you! This wave can’t kill me. Not when I swore to destroy you. Now you’re trapped with no way out, and you’ll die by my very hands!” He sprints forward and summons a spear of shadows. “Tell my team of weaklings in the afterlife that they were all a waste of space, and I’m the deserving survivor of this challenge! I’m going to be appointed king among the table of royals and riches!”
I shuffle back as close to the wall as I can, but the fear of touching it leaves me trembling in my spot. Looking over my shoulder, I realize Asher, Hades, Azrael, Blair, and Kali are all trying to interfere, but nothing they do is getting through.
The sight of Professor North and Professor Blackbird up ahead, running toward the others, makes me wonder if something is really wrong with this specific trial, but I won’t be alive to figure any of that out at this point.
For a moment, I lock eyes with Asher, and deep down, I wish I didn’t.
My Silly Dalmatian will be cynically heartbroken if I die here and now.
Our romance finally got a chance to be planted, and I was excited to explore it further, knowing we could do that while fighting to be the strongest we could be here at N.M.U.
There’s no way I can accept dying here, but I can’t figure out any other options that will protect me from a tsunami.
The need to use my magic is vital, but whatever was in that shockwave tapped me out.
Now, I can’t even defend myself fairly.
I begin to choke at the sudden tightness around my neck, only to realize Ophira is not only wrapping herself around my throat, but she’s already begun wrapping around my bottom half.
“O-Ophira? What are you doing?” I don’t understand her intentions, but she’s growing bigger and bigger while she continues to slither around my body.
The sight of Alaric running in preparation to pierce my body becomes tinier as Ophira begins to grow even bigger and hug me even tighter.
There’s no chance for me to even complain as I watch Alaric’s manic expression of glee begin to morph into a layer of realization.
“No!” He tries to run faster, as though he’ll make it in time. “I need to kill her! I need her blood! YOU SNAKE! DON’T YOU STEAL MY PREY! SHE’S MINE!”
His rageful expression is unforgettable, and despite the little interaction we had with one another, I feel as though his face will still haunt me if I survive this.
Because he looks like Azrael…
“I WILL OFFER THE BLOOD OF THE VIPER TO OBTAIN MY SEAT IN THE SOCIETY OF ROYALS!”
He screams as he’s only a few steps away. Pushing off the ground, he aims to strike me just as the tsunami is ready to destroy all of us.
Golden scales cover my sight at the last second, but I can’t stick around because I can’t catch a single breath with how tightly wrapped my entire body is within this makeshift cocoon.
The sound of screams and gurgles leaves me to wonder what was Alaric’s true end. What worries me more is what wickedness he dipped himself into after the entry trials to betray his own brother, contribute to his teammates’ demise, and now push him to kill me with no remorse.
I guess I won’t know as my consciousness slips and the shadows begin to pull me down into an oasis of peaceful escape.
Professor Blackbird was right.
Never trust the wicked…
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EVEN DEATH WON’T STOP ME FROM LOVING YOU
~ASHER~
This is what true fear feels like.
