A Clash of Storms (A Shade of Vampire #50)(51)

I took a deep breath as Asherak slowly made himself comfortable in my flesh. It wasn’t a sudden process. It required a little time for the dark Druid to adjust to a new body. I could feel him settling in, but I was still very much in control of myself.

All I had to do was reign it in and finish the job, as dark energy oozed out of me. Reign it in for long enough to destroy Azazel and for Viola or the Druids to kill me. If Asherak took full control, merging like this with another Druid, especially one as powerful as me, even the Daughters wouldn’t be able to stop him, we would all be doomed. Eritopia would be once again lost.

I shifted my focus to Azazel, who stood before me with his eyes bulging and his mouth gaping. He hadn’t seen this coming. Even in his wildest dreams, he’d never thought there would be a Druid strong or resourceful enough to do what I’d just done.

“How can this be?” Azazel croaked, still in shock.

“For all your crimes,” I said, walking toward him, “Azazel of Mellisteris, Master Druid of Purgaris, you will meet your judgment now.”

“I… No… Asherak, you bastard!” he bellowed at the darkness inside me.

I could feel the ancient Druid chuckling, thrilled to be inside a younger, stronger body and, at the same time, amused by Azazel’s predicament.

“For all the creatures you’ve killed. For all the lives you’ve stolen. For all the souls you’ve ruined. For the unspeakable damage and destruction you’ve brought upon the twenty kingdoms of Eritopia. For your abuse of a precious Daughter of Eritopia and all the Oracles that you’ve abducted and imprisoned. For all your evil and greed, you will die, Azazel.”

I kept moving, closing the distance between us. Fear drained the blood from his face, his yellow eyes fixed on me, but he knew there was nowhere to run. This was his end. He shrank in size right in front of me, back to his original Destroyer form, no taller than me.

“You lied to me, Asherak,” he hissed. “You promised me an eternity!”

“And you will get nothing but darkness and inexistence,” I replied on behalf of all Eritopians, then grabbed him by the throat, my fingers digging in as his windpipe was crushed.

Finish him, I heard Asherak whispering in the back of my head.

A surge of power shot through me, feeding my desire to make Azazel suffer for everything he’d done. I let it all out, and thousands of bright green electrical currents pierced his body. He cried out from the pain as the electric flow, the equivalent of a thousand lightning bolts, ate away at his flesh.

“This is for my father,” I said through gritted teeth. “And Elissa, you despicable piece of garbage!”

His skin reddened from the current. His bones cracked. His muscles jerked as he desperately tried to get free. There was no escape.

“All I wanted was power!” he croaked as he trembled in my grip. “The world was mine for the taking!”

“Oh, you are certainly getting a lot of power through you right now.” I felt a grin stretching my lips.

The electric shock was fatal. Black smoke billowed out of him as his eyes flared green one last time before they rolled back in his head and he released his last breath.

I removed my hands and heard the thud as he collapsed on the black stone floor. Most of his body was severely burned. Raw, red flesh contrasted with patches of charred skin, as his massive serpent tail twitched and split, morphing back into legs.

In death, Azazel returned to his original Druid form, burned beyond recognition and with nothing but shame and defeat to his name. It probably had to do with him being the originator of the control spell he’d cast over the Destroyers, that he could go back and die in his Druid form, unlike his servants. And I exhaled slowly, feeling no remorse for what I’d just done, not even for enjoying it all.

There was only relief.

It was over.

I looked at Serena. She’d stilled, looking at me with a mixture of pain and dread, and I wasn’t sure what to make of it. I’d just killed Azazel. It was an act worthy of celebration. Of sighs and half-smiles. Of cheers and dreams of the future brought back to the surface.

Oh, you certainly have it in you, Asherak hissed in my ear.

I shook my head, then noticed the frowns surrounding me. Something was wrong.

“What is it?” I asked, my voice raspier than usual.

“Draven…” Serena managed to whisper. “Draven… Your eyes… Your eyes are yellow…”

My joy was short lived. My relief transitory. My comfort fleeting.

Pain shot through my whole body as I felt Asherak moving to take control of my bones, my flesh, and my very heart. My pulse accelerated and my temples throbbed as my insides burned, and every instinct I had told me to give the signal.

“Kill me,” I heard myself gasp before I fell on my side, my arms wrapped tightly over my aching stomach.

“No!” Serena screamed.

I heard feet shuffling as Jovi and Phoenix were forced to hold her back once more.

Swords were drawn from their sheaths.

“Draven, no! Don’t! Fight it!” Serena begged me.

“Kill me!” I shouted.

Asherak laughed, echoing in my head. His soul felt like a million tentacles ripping through every strip of muscle, every inch of bone, and every stretch of consciousness, claiming it all as his own. His darkness poisoned me and pushed me over the edge.