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That was all I felt these days. Something that started the moment I awoke and found myself without my Siren. Of course, the second I saw the cause of it all, I found myself nearly killing my second, my bare hands around his neck on the cusp of choking the life out of him!
He barely had the time to tell me that it had been a promise made to Evelyn, but even then, it wasn’t enough to save him from his Fate! I swear it had taken everything in me to let go before tearing the fucker’s head off! I had been so furious, that it took all of my men to tear me off him. But then I realized where we still were and I had left him to go running back into the cave.
Only to find it…
Painfully empty.
I had fallen in front of the gateway, dropping to my knees and hanging my head as a shaky hand touched the bare rock. Not an ounce of power left upon it, as it was now locked forever. I had scoured the cave for the scepter, in hopes of opening it once more, if only to try and find her but it, like the love of my life…
Was gone.
“She told me she had a plan, Ryker.” Vander’s voice was one I snarled at, before lifting my head and showing him just what ‘their’ plan had done to me.
It had fucking broken me.
So as tears flowed freely and for the very first time in my existence, I told him,
“Get out!” He flinched a step back, seeing for himself what he had done to me.
“Ryker, please… I…”
“No! For if you stand here any longer, you will be begging me for your life!” I threatened venomously.
“And what of Evie? Does what she wanted not matter to you?” he asked, making me roar,
“NO, IT DOESN’T!” Then I was on my feet and facing him.
“You don’t mean that” he stated foolishly.
“You both betrayed me! You both broke my fucking heart and you stand there now and expect me to what? Fucking forgive you both?! The only reason I don’t kill you now is because of the years you were actually fucking loyal to me and nothing more!” I bellowed, feeling the anger building as the realization continued to set in.
“Ryker, come on, I was…” he tried to say more but I growled,
“Get out, and don’t ever fucking come back!”
“You… you don’t mean that,” he stated, hoping it was true, for the pain was easy to see. I fucking relished in it at that moment, despite knowing that it would be nothing compared to my own.
“You are fucking banished, Vander, and if I ever see you again, then the next time… I will fucking kill you!” I snarled in such a way, he knew to take the threat seriously. Which was why with pain in his eyes and a heartbreak that mirrored a slither of my own, he let his shoulder slump before doing as I asked. Now walking away, but not before telling me,
“She did it out of love for you, Ryker, I hope that one day you can see that.” My reaction to this was one he didn’t stay around long enough to witness, as I erupted into my Demonic form and destroyed as much of the cave as I could.
That had been seven days ago.
A whole fucking week. A week of pure torture as I felt like ripping my own heart out just to stop the bleed. The incurable rupture to the very core of me. I had tried to discover what could have happened to her, but it felt like a fucking unachievable task. Which was why, after a week, I had made the decision to leave the mortal realm for good.
I was going home.
Because I couldn’t live with this hell any longer. I couldn’t live with every fucking reminder that she ever existed. It was torture. I just needed to be somewhere she had never been. That she had no ties to. I just needed to mourn the loss of my Siren in my Demonic form in hopes that I could deal with it better.
I knew this was unlikely, but I had to try. Which was why I was forced back into my office building in downtown Toronto, so as I could inform the King of Kings of my resignation as being one of his Enforcers. Because, in all honesty, now I had lost her, I couldn’t have given a fuck if the whole world had burned to the ground.
I just didn’t care.
So, I walked through the empty building, after having Faron send all the staff home days ago. His task was simple, to start selling our assets and locking things down. Of course, he had nothing to say on the matter, for my men knew by now that I was no longer the Lord I once was. I was a fucking shell of a man, a walking corpse… a fucking ghost.
One that reached for my office door and opened it knowing this would be for the very last time. One phone call and that was it.
I was done.
