Untouchable Darkness (The Dark Ones Saga, #2)(72)

“Bannik watched over death and destruction,” Sariel whispered. “And because of me—it consumed him.” He turned his head in my direction. “Even angels are given a choice. Do we give in to the darkness? The comfort of knowing that we can selfishly do whatever we want using the powers we’ve been gifted with? Or do we follow? I’m sad to say, because of me, Bannik was bitter, bitter enough to allow the darkness to turn him into a completely fallen angel, a powerful Demon who has abilities that far surpass anything you’ve ever seen.” He licked his lips. “So, son, today, today will not be the day that I take your life from this world. Today I gift you with more than you could possibly imagine—in hopes that you will do what I could not.”

“I don’t understand.”

Sariel’s eyes filled with tears. “A sacrifice, must always be made, my son. Blood, must always spill. It is the way of the earth. The way of the heavens.”

“Father!” I reached for him. “What are you saying?”

Sariel closed his eyes as a silver tear ran down his strong face. “All I wanted…” His white filled eyes blinked up at me. “Was to be worthy of that word, just once.” He smiled. “And today… I hope, that you remember the way you effortlessly released the most beautiful of words into the air, giving me a peace I’ve been waiting for, for millennia.” He smiled. “The test of your humanity was twofold. Yes, you needed her love, but you needed to also see that without all of this…” He spread his arms wide. “You still had something to offer.”

The thrones disappeared into the ground as the earth started to tremble around my feet.

“Save my brothers, my son. Finish the work.” He nodded his head at me and walked toward the middle of the valley just as five thousand angelic beings descended out of a silvery mist onto the ground.

They were in full gold armor.

Hands placed on their swords.

Facing every direction of the earth. North, South, East, and West.

They parted down the middle.

And a little boy, made his way slowly toward Sariel.

Sariel nodded at him and then swiftly passed him and took his place in the middle of the cavalry.

But the little boy approached me.

The same one from Sariel’s visions.

He stopped a few feet away.

“Rules have never been easy for you to follow, Dark One.”

I hung my head. “Yes. I’m aware.”

He smiled brightly. “It seems to be hereditary.”

“Apparently.”

“Where there is Dark, there will always be Light…” he whispered. “And where there is light… power exists, for things that have been hidden will be visible. And there is so much power within your sight.” He stepped away. “I will take good care of him.”

“I won’t see him again.” The thought stunned me, made me want to chase after the father I’d always despised but the only family I’d ever known other than my mother. “Will I?”

“We all have our time. This is yours. His was ending. And a life must always take place of a life. He is simply sacrificing his—so that you will have yours.”

“But—”

“I love you,” Sariel whispered in my head, as his normally light-infused body turned strangely human.

The little boy lifted his hand and pressed it to my chest. “Use his power well. Love fiercely. End this war.” His eyes turned an eerie silver. “I see many futures for the immortals.”

Power surged through me as I fell to my knees.

The little boy tipped my chin toward him. “Be the light in the darkness, Cassius.”





Stephanie



I HUNCHED OVER HIS lifeless body. The house started to shake as lights flickered around us.

Ethan held up his hand for us to be quiet as the shaking continued. Lamps fell off of the tables, pictures dropped to the floor.

And then… everything suddenly froze.

As if time was stopped.

The atmosphere was a mixture of complete silence and an eerie ringing in my ears.

A huge gasp emitted from Cassius as he opened his eyes and locked onto me. They were a silvery white, different yet the same.

“It worked!” I kissed his mouth then wrapped my arms around his neck, unable to help myself. I’d almost lost him. Tears streamed down my face.

“Um, Stephanie.” Ethan coughed.

I kept choking the life out of Cassius as I hugged him.

“Stephanie.” Ethan said my name again, this time more urgent, as his strong hand landed on my shoulder in an effort to jerk me away.

“What?”

His eyes widened as he nodded toward Cassius. I pulled back just enough to see a purple feather greet me, followed by a few hundred more. Stumbling back onto my butt, I let out a gasp of surprise as purple wings spread twelve feet across Cassius’s back, poking into the couch and kissing the fireplace.

Cassius’s chest heaved with an over exaggerated inhalation as he fluidly rose to his feet.

The atmosphere remained timeless, serene, as he glanced around the room then into each and every one of our faces and whispered, “Sariel has passed on.”

“No shit, did you eat him?” Alex grumbled earning an elbow from Mason.

Cassius hung his head as his body trembled. Purple feathers shuddered in unison with him as if mourning the loss of the soul they’d once been united with, and then all at once the feathers released a purple mist.