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He then ripped the blade from his eye and while keeping a hold on him from behind, he told him,
“Oh, and say hello to my father!” Then he plunged the knife into his back before pushing him through the portal, where he quickly disappeared screaming. However, the second he did, the strange red jewel exploded with light all around us, a deafening pulse emitting from its core. The power of which seemed to have a far more dangerous effect on Ryker, as he suddenly dropped to the floor after gripping his head in what looked like pure agony.
I looked to the stone and then to Ryker, seeing what it was doing to him and knowing what I had to do. So, I quickly grabbed it by the chain, not trusting what may happen if I touched the stone, and then quickly tossed it in the portal that I could see was now closing.
Then the second it did, and the sound vanished, I rushed over to Ryker when he keeled over onto his side.
“Ryker!”
“Eve… lyn… my… Siren,” he stammered out before he suddenly…
Lost consciousness.
6
PIECE OF A MISSING HEART
RYKER
The moment I opened my eyes, the very last thing I expected to see was the place of my birth.
The Realm of Greed.
Any other time and it would have been a welcome sight, despite such a place no doubt striking fear into the heart of any mortal man. But as for me, I had spent more centuries surrounded by this rocky landscape with its warm, amber-colored quartz and its river of fire flowing in the distance.
The entrance to my father's Kingdom was as grand as any that you would find in Hell that signified the wealth of a king. But there was no wealth like that of my father's. For he was the treasurer of Hell and, therefore, was tasked by Hell’s King of Kings, Lucifer himself, to be the guardian of the Devil’s treasure. And there was nothing that the Devil treasured more than that of souls.
My father’s payment in return was to rule a realm rich with gold. So, it was not surprising where I stood, facing the gleaming gateway ahead of me that shone like a beacon drawing someone like me closer. I was my father's son after all.
A true Demon of Greed.
Which was why the sight of such wealth should have been more of a welcoming one. But it was in that moment that I knew I had truly started to change, for the only sight I wanted to see now was that of my Siren. Not the veins of gold I could see glistening from the flaming torches that lined the entrance way. Gold that was embedded in the rock wall that rose up like jagged battlements framing each side of the clear pathway.
These flaming torches danced and licked at the air from their golden bowls, held in place by gilded hands. Gripped in Demonic claws, they were fixed in place atop of tall poles and had been positioned by cooled magma at their bases. This fiery glow reflected off the copper-colored glass I now stood on. I often wondered how a pathway like this had been forged, for it looked created in a more natural way seeing as it flowed around the rocks as though it had once been a river. Even the steps that led to the gateway were rounded and looked more naturally formed. Like waves settled after first hitting the rocky shore and being pulled back to the sea.
As for the entrance itself, this acted as a contrast to its more rugged surroundings. What with its sleek, smooth lines and graceful architecture. A doorway as big as any castle tower you would find in England. Its mechanism to this had been buried underground for it was as large as the doors themselves. Gold and gleaming, the light from the fire that surrounded the arch made them look more like the portal the Demon Azhdar had tried to take my Siren into.
In fact, it was almost like looking at a mirage in the distance, everything shimmering and almost distorting the air around it like heat was pulsating from the doors themselves. A great domed arch rose above the doorway, its gold so highly polished it looked like glass, for you would have surely been able to see your reflection in it. There were a series of elaborately carved pillars that were staggered toward the door. This making it look as if the distance from the top of the steps was one that was far greater, when it was merely an illusion.
As for the rest, battlements built on either side of these pillars where what framed the entrance and they continued along the Great Golden Wall, one that signified the start of my father's realm. I could see from here the lines of soldiers all standing guard and ready to slay any intruder that should think to steal from the King of Greed, the mighty Mammon.
Any other time and I would not have hesitated in my steps when taking me toward the entrance to my home. But right now, all I could think about was what I had left behind, questioning how I had come to be here?
Had I been dragged through the portal as well? I remembered snippets of a fight that ensued and the desperate cries of my Siren making me quickly act. But it was like pieces of the puzzle were missing and without them, I couldn't yet see the full picture of what had occurred.
Either way, my concern for Evie grew by the minute. Because despite knowing I had sent the Demon Azhdar back through the portal, to deal with his own torturous fate, it still left my Siren alone. Which meant one of two things, the first being that the threat had managed to infiltrate my building and therefore could again and the second…
She could take this as another opportunity to run.
Both thoughts plagued my mind and made me grit my teeth. I was ready to lash out at whoever had brought me here. But with my memory of events severely lacking, I had to confess to being confused as to what had actually happened. More specifically, after I had tossed that reptilian asshole back into Hell.
Until today, I knew him by reputation only, as it was believed in Persian mythology that Azhdar wass a creature of great strength, something I could account for, although if I had taken my Demonic form, the fight would have been over a lot quicker. However, I had been reluctant to do so for fear of what Evelyn’s reaction would have been. So, in my naive confidence, I had believed myself more than capable of taking him on in my mortal form. Confidence that would have been rewarded with victory, had he not possessed something I never thought possible.
Speaking of which, I felt her presence seconds before she made herself known.
“You are restless, Prince of Greed,” she said, and as soon as I heard the voice speak from behind me, I didn't need to look to know what I would find.
My father’s sorcerer was dressed all in black with a long, hooded robe hiding her Hellish features, casting her entire face in shadow under the veil of the thick, heavy material. The long lengths of her dark attire covered only her head and half her torso, the rest hung open, exposing a body made for sin. Her pale skin was left bare for a purpose when showing off the lower part of her stomach, the soft looking curves of her hips and the tops of one of her creamy white thighs.
