Summer
Summer
Third POV
Selothis sat alone in the dimly lit room surrounded by shadows. Shadows which comforted him and also brought him angst. They demanded revenge. Had been demanding it from centuries. His dark, cold eyes stared out into the nothingness as he thought about the past, about the battle that had changed everything. The battle between him and the Moon Goddess.
All he wanted was to take control of her empire, make her his mate, and then rule the world. But the goddess didn’t succumb to his charms or his threats. Instead, she challenged him. For a battle.
He remembered the day he was cast out of the heavens like it was yesterday. The Moon Goddess, with her power and light and magic at her fingertips, defeated him, sending him to a dark, forgotten place. She had sealed him in a way that he could never return to his kingdom, where he once ruled. It was a battle that left him wounded. But wounds were never an issue with him because the wound healed. It was the anger, the humiliation and the fact that he was defeated by a woman that made him mad. She had sent him away to the deepest depths of earth. But he had finally emerged after battling with evil forces, and ever since then, he had been waiting plotting, but growing weaker in the shadows. His magic was dying.
His only desire was revenge. He had waited for centuries for the time when he could finally rise again. The only way back to his world was blood of her direct descendants. Ones she had carefully hidden in this realm. He knew that they were born from time to time. He had sent out his minions to search for them, but they returned empty handed. Without their blood, he would remain in the dark, unable to reclaim the power and dominion he once enjoyed.
He sat there, drinking whiskey, thinking of how many more years he had to stay. The cold room felt suffocating, and as the shadows danced around him, he found it oddly comforting. Somehow, the dark God, knew that the time to sacrifice the bloodline was coming soon. And he was so prepared. He had already set hos plan into motion.
Selothis had made a cult of his own. His loyal followers who served him without question. He had that power on him. He recruited them, using their weakness, and then turned them into fanatics. Because they would be the ones who would help him achieve his goal. In this world, they were his eyes, his hands and did everything he commanded. They feared him. After years of creating this cult, he was now revered as undisputable head. The only way they didn’t know his true face was because it was mandatory for everyone to hide their faces behind masks. Only he knew the real faces of his cult members, and he revealed his face to them only once, during indoctrination. After that no one saw it.
1/3
Summer
Right now, though, there was a small task at hand–a very important one. The dissection of a werewolf. The girl had been brought over by his cult members. They believed her to be the direct descendent of moon goddess’s bloodline. The only way to know that she was the direct descendent was to let her blood flow. He would smell it, taste it a little. If it gave him enough power, he would know that she was right. If not, then he would have to kill her and do away with her.
As he got up from his chair, Selothis murmured, “Soon, it will be over. I’ll go back, and then I’ll come for you Cressida.”
As he walked out of his room, he commanded the shadows not to follow him and scare his cultists. He pulled down the mask over his face.
The shadows whined, but they remained behind. Selothis entered the hall where ten cultists surrounded the table on which a girl sprawled was lying with her hands and feet tied. She looked at them all with wild eyes. Other members
“Leave me!” she shouted. “Please leave me. This is a big mistake!”
Selothis sniffed the air. There was nothing ordinary about the smell of the girl, but it was possible that she hiding her smell.
The girl whipped her head to him as he walked near her. As soon as he placed his hand over her heart, holding the dagger in the other, the girl screamed. They all screamed, and he hated their screams. He wanted to silence them. They were nothing
but a means to an end. He had dissected thousands of werewolves in his centuries of
lifetime. It was a small payback to the goddess.
“No, please, no!” the girl shouted. “What are you doing? Who are you? Trust me, I’m only a commoner. I don’t have any connections. I don’t identify myself as a witch. You are-”
“Hush!” he growled. He needed to kill her fast, if she wasn’t the one. Her heart was beating fast. He hated it. He wanted to stop it. He snapped his fingers to one his cult members. That woman brought a spray and sprayed on the girl. The girl shouted, but soon she succumbed and lost consciousness.
He lifted the dagger higher in the air. With great force he brought it down but just before he could plunge it, the door of the main hall opened. Surprised, he whipped his head to look at who there was who had the audacity to barge in his secret place. No
one had ever done that before.
A young boy along with a group of dozen werewolves and a dozen humans entered with baseball bats, chains and whips.
“Release her!” he shouted, his face contorted in fury.
Shock rippled through the cultists. “Kill them!” Selothis shouted and lifted his dagger again. He couldn’t leave this chance. He had to kill the girl and the werewolves as well.
2/3
Summer
But it was too late. The boy was on him with his werewolves as other humans tackled his cultists. Mayhem ensued.
Before he knew it, the boy had attacked him and clawed him in the side. Selothis hissed in pain. He wanted to kill the boy, but others attacked him and so he had to retreat. He ran in the direction of his room. But as he ran, he heard the boy.
“Get up, Summer. Bradley here!”
Selothis was going to find Bradley and kill him for what he did.
