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“Find his ass and tell him to get it inside my office by the time my call is finished.”
Faron sighed but nodded, despite his inner feelings on the matter. Then I left him to his chore, knowing that with his gift of air manipulation, he would have no issues dodging whatever came in his direction in the way of a fist. Then I sat down behind my desk, at the same time making the call I knew was overdue.
“Ryker Wyeth, I would ask to what I owe the pleasure, but considering you have only just left my territory, I would say this call is long overdue, wouldn’t you?” the smooth, assured voice of West Coast’s Enforcer said in way of answering my call.
“My people informed you of the situation, Wye,” I said, shortening his first name of Wyedari.
“Ah yes, your people, how kind of you,” he replied dryly, making me groan in frustration.
“Don’t be a prick, Wye, you knew what I was dealing with,” I said, cutting through the territory bullshit knowing that I was, in essence, speaking with a friend. Something that caused the famed sorcerer to laugh.
Wyedari Oblivion was a Demon half-breed, with the Fae side of making him one of the most powerful sorcerers known in our world. But this wasn’t surprising, given his origins being very similar to my own. His father was King Minos, ruler of the Oblivion realm, but better known to the mortal realm as being the circle of Limbo.
He was the Judge of the Damned, declared so by Lucifer himself. A position that determines where a soul is condemned to spend the rest of their eternity. Hence why his son’s supremacy made for a powerful edition to the King of Kings’ Enforcers.
“Yes, and would you believe since the day of the shootout, I am also dealing with a similar situation.” Now this was a surprise, and had enough of a hit that I sat up straighter, feeling myself tense.
“Explain.”
“It seems as though you are not the only one to be gifted with that of a Siren, my friend.”
I sucked air between my teeth.
“Timing cannot be a coincidence,” I stated firmly.
“Only a fool would believe so,” he replied in return in his usual collected way. Yet I was able to cut straight through it, hearing the undertone of something else he knew but was not yet saying. Hence why I stated,
“You know more.”
“And you know me well… yes, I know more,” he agreed, and I would have grinned at this had the situation leant itself for me to do so.
“Tell me,” I almost growled.
“The King of Kings has found his Electus.” This time my shock was heard from both sides.
“Gods, then the Fates’ prophecy begins.”
“For all of us, it would seem,” Wye said, making me look to the door as if my own Fated was standing behind it, prompting me to admit,
“And what of you? Please tell me that you are having as much trouble with your Siren as I am with mine.”
He laughed at this and it wasn’t a malicious sound, but more one of understanding, despite what he said next.
“Ha, but would I ever be the one to offer such comfort, my friend?”
“Bastard,” I scathed without malice.
“And known such by many. But alas, I will at the very least tell you this…” He paused long enough for me to hear the rattling of metal before telling me, “I do find chains come in handy.”
I laughed, already having had the thought pass me by many times.
“I am happy for you, old friend,” I offered, thinking of all the Enforcers around the world that I knew and there were, in all honesty, only a dozen names I could think of to be deserving of such a gift.
“Eucharisto,” he replied, thanking me in ancient Greek.
“I take it no more was discovered on why the men I fought couldn’t be controlled?” I asked. My men had already been working with Lord Oblivion on this, seeing as he was the authority on magic and sorcery.
“Magic for sale, I am afraid, but have no fear, they will not hide from me for long. As you know, it is an offence I take seriously. Naturally, I will inform you as soon as there is someone to kill, have no fear of that.”
