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“No, I believe you are right,” she agreed, before opening up a portal and connecting with the stolen power that was a piece of her. But then as I was stepping through, I thought I heard her saying something, but it was only later that I would really understand it. As for now, the second I stepped through, the sight I saw made me not even think twice before I reacted. My mortal vessel was capable of doing the same amount of damage to this soon to be dead fucker.
“I’m going to enjoy killing you, you cocky fucker!” said the scarred man now standing over Vander, who was on his knees facing the asshole with the knife. But then his eyes flashed to me, and he grinned in the face of death. And rightly so as he suddenly had a lot to fucking smile about. Then Vander told him,
“Not as much as I am going to enjoy watch my friend kill you first.” Then he nodded to where I stood, and Hector’s lacky turned in time to see me strike. I rained down blow after blow, until Vander had to stop me, reminding me,
“Fuck, don’t kill him yet, not before I have drunk my fill of his mind and got my stolen powers back!” Then Vander grabbed hold of the guy’s scarred head, one now bloody and beaten by my fists, and covered his eyes. He tried to fight this, but I snapped his legs with a twist of my hands, forcing the break without even touching him.
“Like a fish on a hook.” Vander grinned before his eyes went black and he locked onto his victim’s mind, this time ridding his victim of fucking everything! I knew that when I heard the man screaming, as if he was forever now stuck in his own customized horror story, eternally running for his life from his greatest fears.
I then watched as Vander stole back the powers he had been robbed of, watching as the magical castings burnt on to his skin now turned to black before all that was left was gray, flaky ash that brushed off his skin and floated away. Then we left the tortured man on the floor to his deadly fate.
“Evelyn… where is she?!” I asked in my panic.
“Hector took her. He has the bird. She had no choice, or he would have killed her.” I let go of a relieved breath, and told him,
“As long as she is still breathing, that is all I care for.”
“Yes, and thanks to what I told him, he wouldn’t dare kill her now.” I frowned in question until he told me,
“I made up some bullshit about the gold having a hex on it, some death curse that meant any treasure he removed from the mountain would mean their name on a death dealer’s quoter or some shit like that.” I scoffed at that and muttered,
“Idiots.”
“Yeah, well now Hector knows your Siren holds your blood, then he also knows that he needs her to handle the scepter if he is to use it to open the gateway between our worlds,” Vander added, making me thank fuck for the quick thinking of my second.
“You did this to ensure he spared her life?”
“He needs a Siren for some reason, but the way he was talking, he made it out to be an expendable need. I just ensured that if he wanted the added bonus of your treasure, he would need to keep her for a lot longer, seeing as she is the only one that could get it out of the mountain without the curse taking effect.” At this I grabbed him to me by the shoulder and hit him on the back, telling him,
“You’re a fucking genius!”
“Well, let’s just hope he doesn’t have someone who can call my bluff until we get there, as at least we don’t need to guess as to where he is taking her.” I looked off into the distance and growled,
“No, we know exactly where and soon…”
“The fucker will die there!”
Entering into another Enforcer’s territory could always be a precarious thing, but none more so than the Enforcer Torn Wilder. This was because he wasn’t just a Demon, he was practically considered a God. In the Inuit religion, Torngarsuk, Torn for short, was known as the God of the sea, of death, and of its underworld. One of the more important deities in the Inuit pantheon, he is known to be the leader of the Tornat. A group of protective gods that sit at the royal table in his realm. Fuck, but he was practically a God of the Gods.
But there was a problem.
He had gone rogue long ago.
The story behind why, was hazy at best, but it was said that he had spent too long in the mortal realm after refusing to go back to his underworld. Something he should have been doing on a regular basis. But something had happened there, making him refuse to do so, and in the end, it had sent him mad, unpredictable, and completely enraged. Meaning his people had no choice but to lock him up until Fate intervened.
And as for the territory he ruled over, it was still his, but now being maintained by people he trusted, people on his own council. All of which were living each day in hopes of bringing back their King.
“I take it Torn is still…”
“Locked in a bunker and still a crazed beast…? Yeah, why?” Van answered whilst we waited for the helicopter and the rest of my men to show up. Something Vander had set into place the moment we made it back from my mountain.
“Because there are only two places Hector could bring through an army and use the scepter. In the portal where I landed there was no army in sight, which means he will not be using the heart stone to aid him, for now we know it will only lead to the Realm of Greed or the Realm of Treachery,” I told him, knowing now his options were limited.
“Which means he will be using the one in the Northwest Territories, gotcha.”
“Contact Torn’s people, let them know what has happened and ask if they would be willing to assist.”
“You think they will?” he asked with a skeptical look.
