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PROLOGUE: THE WRATH OF A DARK LORD
~SAINT~
“I have her.”
If only those words could tame the immense rage bubbling inside me that was begging to take the reins and destroy all who dared to steal what was ours.
All those who dared to destroy my Sweet Flower.
“I can’t hold this form much longer, so y’all better do something.”
My mind immediately filtered everyone else out, my focus solely centered on one person’s survival: Willow De Luca.
Just the sight of her further fueled the brewing desolation that was storming within my body, and the void of darkness grew more powerful with every nanosecond that passed.
Rage. Burning fury that deserved to be expelled upon these very lands and give not an ounce of mercy.
All those fuckers are going to pay.
Patience in the heat of furious destruction was never my strong suit, but there were far greater things that needed to be attended to right this instant.
Or I’d lose my Sweet Flower…forever…
My mate. The woman who managed to view me beyond my playboy tendencies and somehow allowed the crazed side of her to accept this tainted being that yearned to rule the world.
To have her by our side as we watched it all burn.
That was the problem, for she was slipping away.
I could feel it with the shift in the atmosphere as Loki continued to descend with our woman in his grasp.
I was sure the others were saying something—panicking while trying to figure out why our love was on the verge of death—but I didn’t carry the ability to converse right now. I barely had the energy to remain still, as I stood like a statue upon the body of water below the surface of my shoes.
I wore nothing but black, as if my chosen wardrobe was intended in case I had to attend a funeral. I wouldn’t dare allow my Blossoming Flower to slip away from our grasp when she’d bloomed so outstandingly.
She was about to show the world how gallantly divine she looked when finally given the royal throne she’d earned to claim, and “they” dared to fuck it up? Those who needed my very existence to survive and prosper now wished to do something against me as payback?
Is this their way of enacting revenge on me after they fucked up my life and destroyed my chance at love while having lived off my tainted essence for years?
The anger coursed through me until the very bond mark upon the back of my hand illuminated in an oozing black. I bet my expression was lifeless, for my anger was too much to filter through the very lines of my face.
Something needed to be done in this instant or everything would be lost. I’d lose control. I’d destroy this very world by igniting the fucking apocalypse as revenge, but that could only be done with my queen by my side.
If it was her wish for this world to suffer, I’d grant it in a heartbeat.
Lifting my arm up, I snapped my fingers, which ignited the chaotic flow of elements that burst to life at the nonverbal command.
My wings of black rushed out of my back, their inky feathers of power rising upward and curling in a way that surely made me look like a fallen seraph. A mere flap ignited the winds that were just as maddened at the turn of events as we were, and they spun and thrashed until a massive cyclone formed in their wake.
This triggered the waters to swirl rapidly in agreement, as they wished to suck the life force out of all those who plotted Willow’s demise. It was as if the universe itself was tired of this constant cycle of outcasting whoever was destined to be upon a throne.
It’s time to show them how dominating our pack can be.
Loki managed to shield Sweet Flower from the environmental chaos I’d ignited with my snapping fingers, and I had to admit, the iridescent power that glimmered through his body with various tattoos and incantations made him look like a descending god of light that was ready to interfere on the heaven’s behalf.
We must have looked like the Lords of Light and Darkness, which was rather amusing even though these circumstances were far from delightful.
The bubble that protectively surrounded them from my elemental madness burst. His wings of iridescent sparkle unwrapped around his frame which revealed Willow in his grasp once more. The drop had laid its wrath on her poor body, and I could see the consequences as they faced me.
