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Everything changed.
Blood. It wasmyblood.
But I was the God of Death . . . I did not bleed.
I swept my fingers along the glass blade, collecting a sample of my blood, amazed by the warmth of it against my skin. I brought the coppery-red substance closer to my face, still fighting with what exactly I was seeing.
When the war ends, you will find your mate. You will know it is her because she will be the one to make you bleed.The Goddess of Fate’s words answered in my mind.
No . . . that couldn’t be! She was the wife of my enemy.
This had to be more of her treachery. The little witch.
I looked at her. “What sort of illusion is this?”
“It is no illusion.”
I did not believe her. “Tell the truth. You spoke with the Goddess of Fate and learned of the prophecy. You thought to use it against me.”
“I have spoken to the goddess, but I do not know of whatever prophecy it is that you speak of,” she replied. The confusion on her face matched the way I felt inside. “So . . . the rumors are true then.”
“Yes, they are true. I do not bleed—” I answered as I wrapped my hand around the hilt of her sword. My teeth clamped together as I pulled the blade out from my body. When it was out, I couldn’t help myself—I laughed. It all made sense. The Creator had finally given me a mate, a mate whom I had tormented for centuries. And the wife of my enemy, no less. I inspected her beautifully crafted blade, coated in my blood—deciding I liked the looks of it a bit too much. So that was the obsession I had with her. She was meant to bemine. I looked up at her, that possessiveness I felt for her snapping permanently into place. MINE. “—Until now.”
I threw the blade onto the rocky, barren ground—barren, just like I had made her—my mate. The horror of what I had done to her washed over me. I was the reason my mate fell sick with fever. I was the reason for the hate swirling in her eyes.
I was the villain in her story.
She would never accept our mating bond.
She doesn’t need to accept it for you to have her, the monster purred within.
And Creator above, it was hard not to listen to him. My control was slipping.
Take her, the voice demanded again.
I strode towards her, ignoring the visceral pain I felt growing in my leaking abdomen the closer I got to her. But it was nothing compared to the pain I felt for all the different ways I had betrayed her.
She didn’t move. And even though she was very much armed, she didn’t release her blades.
When I was close enough to reach out to her, it took everything within me not to. I ignored that voice that wanted to take her and steal her into the protection of my night. I had already done enough damage. And although every fiber of my eternal being thrummed for me to collect her, I did not.
“I am calling the war off,” I told her.
“And why would you do that?” she asked in disbelief.
I reached forward, my fingers caressing a wisp of her hair. The white, silken strands were impossible to see beneath the blood and mud that coated them. This was what I had done to her. It was my actions that had forcedmy mateto fight in this war.
For the first time in my very long life, I hated what I had done.
I looked at her, the other half of my soul. “Since the dawn of time, I have spent millennia searching for an answer to the empty void inside. And now, at last, I have it. How fitting that she should be the very thing that can kill me.”
I let her hair fall to the side. I let her go.
And then I let my shadows take me.
Von
The God of Death was fated—fated—to the Goddess of Life.
